My Life as a Puppy

by Dogger

Part One

I was absolutely sick of it. The arguing. My mother began to lose her memory, my father was becoming senile, and my brother became an alcoholic. It was just becoming ridiculous. The fights were getting worse and worse. I didn’t know what to do with my life. A college drop out and I had nowhere to turn, except a cheap part time job at Rite-Aid.

There was always one thing I did at night. One thing kept me sane. One thing was able to keep me happy. I soared the net for bondage websites. Anything I could find that I didn’t have to pay for. Unfortunately my father still paid all of my bills so I couldn’t go getting subscriptions to sites even though I wanted to so badly.

My parents knew I was bisexual but they didn’t know my intense desire to be used as a piece of furniture, or turn into a rubber dog and just be in the complete control of a well-fitted man. And well, telling your parents THAT is somewhat more of a bigger deal than just being plain ol’ bisexual. Heck, everyone is coming out of the closet nowadays, and in the end my parents didn’t really care.

But with my situation just getting more and more stressful, I craved bondage more and more. I craved the fetish scene more and more. I began to look more specifically into places near me. Places in California. Anywhere in California: LA, San Fran or San Diego, and even upstate.

And I found a lot of people, all across America. A lot of crap. A lot of people self-proclaiming them as masters and that people will be “asked” to come play and that they deserve all the respect in the world, because they play with some people every weekend. As if. Those people seriously needed to get real. A master isn’t defined by his gear (although that’s definitely an aspect), but a real master is defined by his attitude and his sense of self-respect. A real master just has a certain aura to himself. He commands respect, and gets it, but doesn’t have to ask for it. A real master is someone who knows what they’re doing.

And then one day, it happened. I just stumbled upon it. I was just looking at some LA bars and through a link I found His website.

It was amazing, just purely amazing. And not just amazing and unbelievable, it was perfect. I knew I’d found Him. A Master in LA , looking for a full time slave or dog that had little to no family commitments. The attitude the Master just portrayed on His site was some to be admired. I could hear His commanding voice reading off His words on the screen.

By any standard, His collection of gear was absolutely not the best I’d seen online, there are some pretty intense people, but this Man just seemed flawless as a Master in every aspect of the word. I read and re-read His website every single day. I read every page, and zoomed into every picture featured on the site.

I would go to work and whenever a word relating to dog, rubber or slave came up, my dick would instantly begin to harden and I’d have to quickly try and change my thoughts, to keep from pre-cumming and having a near orgasm in front of a customer.

It was getting bad. I started thinking about bondage and this Master more and more. I’d never thought about it this much. I’d always planned when I was 21 that I would leave to go play with some people around the world, but this Man was offering slavery right then and there for 18 plus, with myself being 19, turning twenty in a few months. It’s funny to say, “offering slavery.” Almost an oxymoron. I couldn’t help it. I kept trying to tell myself, ‘I love my family, and I don’t want a life of bondage.’ But deep down I did. I really fucking did. I wanted to be violently raped, and locked into a closet and not being able to move. I wanted to be locked in a cage and be told that I was a bad boy. I wanted to whimper and bark and I wanted my belly rubbed. I wanted to be thought as a non-human, as some sort of lower life form. I wanted someone in charge of my money, my food and water intake and every other part of my day. I wanted to be used as a toilet (for number ones people, I’m not that kinky) and I wanted it bad. And in exchange I promised myself I would be the greatest slave anyone had ever had. I would be obedient, and fun. Perhaps even intellectual if the Master would let me think that much. He would own my thoughts as well.

But I was getting way ahead of myself. He hadn’t even said yes yet! Heck, I hadn’t even asked Him anything! I had talked to Him. Once.

It was ridiculous, I was such a noob. I saw that he had an AIM screenname, and I logged into one of my secondary accounts that I never used anymore and added him to my buddy list.

I told him I was a fan of the site, and he said that the compliment was much appreciated. My legs were shaking the entire time that I talked to Him. My heart beat with the anticipation of waiting for His response. I then asked Him if I could ask Him a question. He replied yes, but that I might not get an answer! Ah! I silently squealed with fanboy excitement. This man was so commanding and wielding even online! It turned me on. I asked him if he had ever trained anyone my age.

I secretly hoped he would say yes and tell me at length a story about a boy my age he trained, and then he would ask me where I live, and that he would invite me to his house to be trained for a week. But all he said was, “yes.” Despite the mediocre answer, my heart melted, and my dick erected powerfully.

A few months later, the fights at my house erupted violently. Arguments of money just kept getting worse and worse. I needed to get a real job, my father would scream at me. Well… you know what? What if he didn’t have to worry about paying anything for me? It’s true though. It would take so much off him. Maybe my distance would be good. Besides, I needed to find myself. I needed to find myself inside a rubber suit and a dog mask, I thought to myself.

So I contacted the Him. The Master. My Master.

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A few weeks later.

The Master and I had corresponded several times and began to talk regularly, both online through Skype and on the phone. I gave Him my cell phone number as well.

I haven’t described the Master yet, have I? Ah, I don’t even know where to begin. He has a beautiful caucasian body. He has a bit of a belly, but he has a strong face, with a bold jaw. He has chocolate brown eyes that seem to glimmer whenever I look at them, and a matching hair color that always seems perfect, in whatever style it’s in. He’s around six feet tall, give or take a few inches. He’s absolutely breathtaking in his leather outfits. I think he’s in his late 40’s or early 50’s.

I had contacted him, telling him that I was interested in applying for his full time slave position that he had opened. Fortunately for me, I’m guessing he didn’t get a lot of applicants. Not that that’s a bad thing, but not everyone is willing to make the sacrifices. I was more than ready.

(My bondage experience is limited, only to being cheaply mummified while still wearing full clothes a few times with friends as a joke. That was actually how I discovered my love for being tied up. I was duct taped up to my neck as a joke to the wall, and well, I absolutely loved it, and it became almost a regular Friday thing with my best friend. I think part of him suspected it was more for me, but decided not to question it. We stopped indefinitely after his mom had caught us in the middle of a session of him tying me to a chair.)

It was decided, I would spend a week with Him, and go through training. Normally, He would ask me to do training and then decide, but since I was so willing to give up all my obligations to family and friends, He was willing to push me along a bit faster. I took the week off from work, and told my parents that I was going to be going to a friend’s house upstate for a vacation. I told them my cell-phone wouldn’t work but I would call them once or twice.

The day had finally come. I was to report to His apartment at 9 o clock SHARP in the A.M. My training would consist of both slave training and dog training. I would get to be a dog, and a piece of furniture. It felt like I was five and I was going to Disney World for the first time. I arrived at His apartment with just a bag with a couple changes of clothes. I doubted I was going to really even need them as I expected to be naked or in rubber 99% of the time.

I stood in front of his door. I could already sense an unfamiliar waft of rubber and leather seeping from underneath his door. I cracked my neck and knocked on the door. I knocked once more and then I heard someone come to the door.

A man answered the door, but this was definitely not my Master. It was the slave, whose name I believed was Rho. He was extremely… odd. Odd is the best way to describe Rho. Rho didn’t seem to have any emotion, even though he wasn’t wearing a mask. He just looked sulky, and kind of bored. He was extremely pale white and looked a bit European. I’m not sure if the pale skin was his natural skin tone or because his skin never probably saw the sun from being under rubber. He wore a latex shirt and shorts ensemble with a chain and master lock for a necklace. This accessory was popular among slaves as a representation that they are indeed property.

He scanned me up and down and rolled his eyes. I awkwardly scratched my head. He moved the side and led me in.

Immediately the aroma of the leather and rubber intoxicated my senses as I took in my surroundings. I was in what I assumed was the common area of the apartment, and it was decked out in all type of bondage and rubber/leather gear. There were suits, and straitjackets, and hoodies, and cages and more. I couldn’t wait to try out everything.

I walked in and placed my bag up against the wall. As I turned around to look at Rho, he charged me with scissors. I wasn’t prepared for it and he shoved me up against the wall.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I yelled out of horror. He just looked at me and rolled his eyes again. He grabbed my shirt and began to cut it off. He did the same for my boxers and my pants. When he was finished, I awkwardly stood naked. “I could’ve just taken off my clothes you know…”

“You are a slave, and you shall be treated as such. I am a slave as well. And while I always do my Master’s bidding I am still your superior and have been instructed by our Master to give you the proper instruction and get you ready for his arrival.”

“Is he not here yet?”

Rho looked at me horrified. “You do not refer to Master as he or him! You should be ashamed!” he shook his head. Okay, my bad, but I was still getting used to this. “I was aware you have had barely any kind of bondage experience, but I can see Master has got His work cut out for Him.”

“Well I’m ready to obey Master for whatever he wants me to do or be.” I said while adding extra attitude to the word “Master.”

“You’re smart. Assed. That kind of attitude and humor isn’t appreciated in this household. You would be smart to cut it quickly.”

“You could always use your scissors,” I muttered.

Rho probably heard me, but ignored me. “Wait here,” he commanded.

I folded my arms and looked around some more. The apartment seemed to have four separate rooms other than the common area, which was stuffed with gear and other fun play items. I even think I spotted a chair for sensory deprivation in the closet, which was slightly opened.

My back was to the door. Immediately on my right was the kitchen, and in front of me was a multi-use table. To my left was where all the playing and slaving happened. And beyond the table and the play area was where all the bedrooms and bathrooms were.

Rho came back with a present for me. Well, a present that had been used by many boys before myself. It was a rubber catsuit. I nearly melted out of love. Oh, how I had extensively stared at these online and always wanted to purchase one. And now, I had finally got the chance to wear one.

Rho put the suit on the table and handed me a bottle of lube. “Rub yourself with it,” he told me. I didn’t hesitate. I whipped open the bottle and began to rub myself all over. Of course my dick had been erect since the moment I had arrived. Rho handed me the suit. I held it in my hands and just smelled the latex. I was in awe and excited beyond my wildest dreams. I stepped into it and slid in with ease, now that I had lube rubbed all over me. I pulled the suit up into my waist and then slid my arms into the arm sockets and attached hand sockets. Rho zippered up the back for me.

“You don’t look half bad,” he said scanning me up and down.

I curtsied and laughed, “Why thank you, Sir Rho.” I’m not sure, but I think he might’ve cracked a smile. “This is amazing. I still can’t believe this is happening.”

Rho began to speak, and completely ignored my sentence. “Master will be home in 30 minutes. By that time, I’m expected to have briefed you on the rules of the house and some of the general things you’ll need to know.”

“Okay. Sounds good,” I replied.

He looked at me hard and then surprised me by saying, “Are you sure you want to do this? You seem too lively for this kind of life.”

I was pretty taken aback by what he said, and to be honest, I wasn’t even sure myself. “Thank you for your words of appreciation Rho, but this is a step in my life that I’m ready to take. I want to see where this leads me. Besides, it’s not like the master would kidnap me and ship me off to Venezuela.”

“You’re an idiot,” he said as a matter of factly. He made me sit on the floor and began to brief me on the rules of the house.


Part Two

Rho finished explaining all the rules, and I’m pretty sure I got the hang on all of them. Essentially, I was property, which means I didn’t get to make any decisions, and didn’t do anything without the master’s permission.

The intercom buzzed and I heard Master’s voice through the box asking Rho to press the button to let him in. Rho pressed the button, and the Master had probably begun to walk up the stairs.

Immediately I sat in front of the door in kow-tow position as Rho instructed. I sat on my knees with my arms in front of me and my forehead on the floor. Rho knelt as well except he didn’t have his forehead on the floor.

Each second that passed made my heart thump more and more. Within a minute, I could hear our Master’s footsteps coming down the hallway. The key went into the keyhole and the Master opened the door. I didn’t dare look up until told to do so. The Master didn’t say anything. He walked past us and walked into the kitchen. Rho didn’t move either. I heard Master open the fridge, and take out a bottle, presumably a beer. He walked back over and stood right next to me. He put his booted foot on top of my back and kind of pushed me back and forth for a few seconds. He took his foot off and walked into the play area.

“Slave. Here.”

I wasn’t sure if he was talking about Rho or me. “That means you, idiot,” I heard Rho mutter.

I scrambled to my feet and walked over to Master, not daring to look into his eyes, as was one of the rules.

He put his hand on my chin. “You may look up.” Slowly I looked up at my Master. He was even more beautiful in person. I wanted to kiss him right then and there, but that was something that would never happen.

He looked towards Rho and said, “Slave! Wall!” Immediately Rho got up and faced the wall.

He pursed his lips, and took a swig of his beer. He put it down on a table and walked behind me. I heard him take out a few toys. He came back in front of me with several things.

“First things first,” he said. He grabbed my cock and my balls and rubbed them. My eyes rolled back and I enjoyed his rub. He then immediately stuck a wood colored CB 6000 on my penis. He pulled my balls and put a Neoprene ball stretcher onto my ball sack.

“Agh,” I moaned from the pain. This is the most stress my genitals had ever been in. In fact, this was the first stress my genitals had ever been in!

“You’ll get used to it,” he assured me while smirking. He then leaned down and secured tight leather cuffs around my ankles. He stood back up and said, “Kow tow.”

I understood and got on the ground in the same position I was just in earlier. “Rho, come here.” Rho immediately went behind me on Master’s side. They lifted my legs, which made my whole body hit the ground hard and they tide a tight belt around my legs keeping my legs bent.

“Slave, put your arms behind your back,” Master told me. I followed his instructions and was helpless as he put my arms into a single sleeve arm binder.

He stood up and admired his work. After a few seconds of admiration he began to laugh. Even Rho was permitted to giggle softly. I sure as fuck wasn’t laughing, but hey, I’m just the slave.

Master then kicked me over onto my side. I looked up at my master who was taking another sip of his beer. He pointed to the wall and Rho went and stood in front of the wall again.

Master knelt down and pulled me back up to my knees and added one last toy to his sculpture. He fitted a cock-sucking muzzle to my head and tied it as tightly as he could around my head. He then kicked me back over.

“Do you get it now?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Percy, you can talk. Do you understand your current situation?”

“Yessir.” I managed to spit out through my clamped mouth.

“Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He stood up and walked over to another part of the playroom and pulled out a small wheeling cart. He snapped His fingers and Rho and Him lifted me onto the cart. Master and Rho wheeled me into what I presume to be the master bedroom from what I can tell of the décor. Master dumped me in front of his couch, which is in front of the TV. I landed on the ground with a hard thud and Master just laughed again. He sent Rho out of the room and closed the door.

“Slave, I’m in the mood for some television. How bout you?” He rolled me onto me knees. He then added one last toy to me. He connected a very short chain from my chinstrap to my ankle cuffs pulling me into a ball even further, and forcing me to stare at my crotch. He laughed as he collapsed on the couch and rested his legs on top of my arms and back.

Master turned on the television and he was watching some type of bondage movie. It must’ve been a DVD or something. I began to squirm to try and get more comfortable when Master said sternly and very scary, “Furniture. Doesn’t. Move.”

I immediately halted all movement, even being careful not to breathe to heavily.

I must’ve stayed in this position for longer than 30 minutes. My arms and legs started to ache. Besides the mediocre mummification, this was the first bondage position I had ever been in. My dick was fighting the chastity that was contained on it, and severely wanted to erect itself. I moaned softly and Master stood up.

“Are you taking off the stuff?” I asked gleefully. He didn’t say anything, and he positioned the tip of his foot on my nuts. I was confused and then he kicked my nuts extremely hard.

I fell onto my side, and moaned out, writhing in excruciating pain. He kicked me on my back. “I’m sorry Master.”

“FURNITURE. DOESN’T. SPEAK,” he shouted in my face. He put his hands under me and rolled me across the room with one push, presumably to show off his strength, and then he left the room. I tried to shift myself into a comfortable position. My balls were still flaming with pain. Tears slowly dripped out of my eyes. Maybe this was more than I had bargained for. Was I ready for everything?

The master came back and before I could speak he began to undo some of my restraints. I was confused as to what was going on. He threw some of the gear on me along with some new gear on the bed. He unattached the chain that connected my head and ankles. He then made me lean upwards and sit on my feet. I was confused and then he brought a thick rubber molded hood in front of me.

I began to edge backwards. “Um, I’m not so sure I’m ready…”

“Rho!” Master called and immediately Rho came into the room. “Hold him down.” Rho swiftly had me in a headlock and Master slowly pulled the rubber hood over my entire head. He then put a blindfold around my eyes. I was in total darkness.

“Stand up slave,” he said and I barely was able to get to my feet. I felt him put a Fetters locking collar around my neck and he attached a leash to it. He pulled me into the other room. He brought me into what I was pretty sure was the play area. He took off the arm binder and I before I could even flex my arms both Master and Rho grabbed my arms and tied up my wrists to leather restraints so that my arms were in the air like a Y shape. They then pulled my legs in the air and attached them to hanging leather cuffs. I was now dangling in the air.

“What’s going on? Master?”

Master put the blindfold over on top of my head so that I could see momentarily. He then fitted a fetters front buckle gag to my mouth. I refused to open my mouth so he closed my nose and then I was forced to open my mouth.

“You are quite the fighter,” he said. He walked in front of me and pulled a flogger off the wall. You’ve spoken out of turn twice and already disobeyed me several times,” he laughed. He then pulled a flogger off the wall. A very large heavy-duty leather flogger. My eyes widened and immediately I began to struggle against the restraints.

“Mmm smmms!!!!” I tried speaking through the gag but it was useless.

“Rho, how many flogs would you think this boy needs to learn his lesson?”

“Ten sir,” Rho responded. Ten? Two from that thing looked like it would kill me!

“Oo, you’re cruel Rho, quite cruel. But let’s see what the slave thinks?” Master turned to me. “Slave? How many do you think you deserve?”

“Zzzeeemmmoo,” I tried saying zero, to no avail.

“Zero? Ha! Did you hear that Rho? The slave thinks he’s done nothing wrong. No, but this boy is very new to the scene, and a couple of these flogs will do him good. I’m sure he won’t speak unless spoken to ever again. Five flogs will do.”

Five??? FIVE?! “And I think to make it fair slave, you should recite the number after each time. If you forget to say the number than I shall start over.”

The blindfold was reapplied to my eyes. I had no idea what to expect. I had never been physically beaten before in my life. Master slowly unzipped the back of the cat suit revealing my untouched back.

“You have beautiful skin slave.” I made fists and tried to grit my teeth as much as I could through the gag. I had no idea what the pain would feel like or… THWACK. Every single leather strap ricocheted off my back with the pain of someone sticking a thousand needles into it. “You forgot to count slave!”

I cursed myself and through the countless masks tears cascaded down my face. THWACK. “Onmmm,” I managed to spit out. Master only laughed. THWACK. “Toommmm.”

“Two of those flogs is quite a lot, especially for the heavy duty, so I’m going to pity you slave. I’m going to use a small average flogger now. Don’t forget to count!”

THWACK. “thmmm.” The feeling of fire dancing along my back made my whole body ripple in pain. My muscles began to spasm. THWACK. “Foom.” I clenched my fists so tightly I imagined they were as white as snow at the moment. THWACK. “Fivmm,” I barely was able to say five in any shape or form. Rho and Master unbuckled my legs and they just fell to the floor. I didn’t dare move. They undid my wrists and my whole body just collapsed onto the floor. My back felt scorched beyond all belief. I couldn’t imagine what color it probably was, probably as red as blood. I felt Rho pick me up. I knew it was Rho because of his latex gloves. Master only wore leather gloves. It was another one of the rules. Never touch Master’s leather gloves.

Master ripped the blindfold off my face and took off the gag. He pulled the rubber mask off of me and grabbed my hair. He pulled me up to face his cock and forced open my mouth and stuck his dick into my mouth. This was the first time I’d ever been giving someone a blowjob and it was quite a unique experience.

“Suck slave!” I wasn’t sure if there was something specific I was supposed to be doing so I just did what came naturally. I sucked and rubbed my tongue all around his dick. He grabbed my ears and pulled my face towards cock and his penis went further down my mouth and throat. He thrusted violently and eventually I began to cough. He pushed me away and I coughed, while shaking on the floor. “Not so bad for a beginner,” he said. “Although, I don’t think you’ve quite learned your lesson.” He grabbed my hair and despite my flailing arms then pulled the muzzle off my head. “Come here.” I quickly stood up.

He put a thin latex hood over my head. It had nose, mouth and eyeholes. I was so out of breath. But my cock loved every second of this. My hands felt the latex on my face as the master then put the rubber hood over my head. My face was extremely constricted now. I tried rubbing my face, and it felt so weird with the layers all over it. My cock was rapidly pulsating through the chastity.

I wasn’t sure: was I enjoying this or was my cock? I couldn’t see the difference. I wasn’t in control of my actions. For the first time in my life I didn’t have to worry about anything except for someone else being in complete control of my actions.

Master then turned around with one more hood. I whimpered loudly. “Be quiet slave! You want to be furniture? Well today, you’re going to be a piece of furniture that I’m putting in storage for the day. I’ve got to go out and do some work, so you’ll be all nice and locked up under my bed.”

I felt Rho come from behind me and he grabbed my arms. Master slowly put the leather hood over my head. My head felt about ten pounds heavier. Slowly, but tightly Rho laced the hood on my head. He really tightened it as much as he could; stopping to pull on the strings every time he made a new lace. While he did that Master stuck a tube through the small mouth holes in all the hoods. I began to
breathe easier with the quick access to air.

Master and Rho then led me over to another part of the room. They laid me on the floor and then began to cover me in something. “Slave, I’m sure you’re enjoying every moment of this,” Master said to me. Under all the masks I grinned and nodded as much as my head would let me. Maybe I shouldn’t have nodded. Because while one person was lacing me into a leather sleep sack I felt a neck brace being applied.

I whimpered a little bit. “Enough whimpering slave!” Master said ferociously, he said and then smacked me on my nuts. I went silent immediately and didn’t move at all. I just concentrated on my breathing. Within a few minutes I was laced up in rubber and leather bondage from head to toe. Master picked me up with Rho holding my legs. I was brought into the master bedroom as Master said I would be.

“I have one more surprise for you slave. I know you said you’d have problems being completely locked in things, but this is the only way I can put you in storage.”

I was kind of confused. Did I hear him right? I tried to squirm and protest whatever he was about to do, but I was immediately kicked for trying to retaliate. I heard something being pulled out from under the bed. Master and Rho slowly lifted me into the bondage box, even though I shouted as much as I could through the masks and the tube.

They placed me in and began to further bind me by strapping me down with the straps in the box.

Master began to rub my cock ferociously. I moaned so loudly. “Don’t worry slave. Even if this building burned down while I was gone, this box is fireproof, so the firefighters will be sure to find you.” Master was just messing with me, but it still pissed me off.

I could no longer move any part of my body. I could wiggle my toes, but just barely. I was completely and utterly immovable, bound against… well… I guess with some of my will. Master and Rho placed the top on the bondage box and I heard the locking of master locks. And with that, they pushed the box under the bed, and all was silent.


Part Three

I’ve been at Master’s for three days now… I think. I’ve kind of lost track of time. My perception of reality has totally spun. Choosing to become a slave for this week was definitely one of the greatest decisions of my life. I was in heaven.

I had spent the previous three days enduring some intense bondage. Master hadn’t even wasted any time locking me into the heavy stuff. Like the end of the first day; I think I was in that box for more than five hours! And after he came home, we ate, and he hooked me up to a catheter, and then put me back in the box overnight! And that’s where I’d slept the past three nights. But with the middle of the week having had arrived, it was time to start the next part of my training.

The dog training.

This is something I was most excited about. I was finally allowed to vocalize myself, but I couldn’t do it like a normal human. I had to walk and talk like a dog, or should I say crawl and bark like a dog. This was going to be fun.

It was around midday and the master was out. Rho was to prepare me, aka transform me, while master was out, and he was to have his puppy ready for him all caged up when he got home.

“Come here pup,” Rho said to me.

I was only wearing my rubber cat suit. I grinned extra excited and walked over to Rho. Rho held rubber mitts. I was laughing with excitement. Rho rolled his eyes. “God, you’re like a kid getting to ride in the front seat for the first time.”

I looked at him with a funny face, “Well duh!” He rolled his eyes again and scoffed at me.

“You really are pathetic.” He put the second mitt on and retrieved a rubber dog mask from the table. The mask was made so mold to the users face after several uses; kind of like the technology you’d find in certain brands of sneakers or sandals. The terrier mask had ears that went upwards and the mouth hole was made so that I could open and close my mouth with relative ease without having to take the mask off. “Pup, after I put this mask on. You are a dog. Do you understand me?”

I nodded excitedly, “Yes, yes.”

“What are you again?”

“A dog.”

“A dog who does what?”

“Barks and listens to his master.”

“And what’s the dog’s most important aspect?”

“Obedience.”

“Now bark.”

“Woof!” I replied without hesitation.

“Sit pup.” Immediately I sat on my knees with my paws in front of my chest. Rho carefully pulled the dog mask over my head. He positioned it correctly and finally stepped back to look at my adorableness.

“Roll over,” he said and without pause I lay on my back and rolled right over. He bent down and began to rub my belly, and cracked a smile. I let my tongue hang out of my mouth and howled from pleasure. “We’re not done yet pup.” He grabbed a few more items from the table. The first two things were kneepads that he placed around my knees. The second were two straps that pulled my legs right up against my thighs so that I was forced to walk on my knees.

I was hoping I wouldn’t have to wear these, so I whimpered in plead. Rho rolled his eyes and slapped me on the back of the head. “You are such a complainer pup!” He then attached the Fetter’s locking collar around my neck, and completed it with the master lock. He attached a leash and led me over to the dog cage. I obediently crawled in with my head down. Rho locked the cage door behind me.

He knelt down and looked me straight in the eyes. “I’m going to be in the other room taking care of some work for master. I don’t want to hear ANY noise, do you understand me?” I nodded. “Good. Any questions?”

I quickly pointed to my mouth indicating I was very hungry. “Oh right, I’d almost forgotten!” He went into the kitchen and from what I could see took something out of a box and placed it on the counter. He then took a dog bowl out from the cabinet and put some tap water in it. He brought the tap water over to the cage and placed it inside for me. He then tossed three doggie biscuits next to it. “They’re bacon flavor. Enjoy pup. Oh, and Master will be home in a few hours. No going potty while you’re in there. Be a good boy.” He petted me on the head and walked away.

This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind but I was in no position to argue. This was the first time I was put in the cage. It was very strange. With the sleep sack, it was a form of sensory deprivation and I was just unable to move in any aspect, shape or form, but with the cage, I really was being demeaned down to a non-human thing. For whatever reason I tried opening the cage door, but the heavy-duty master lock that Rho added to it was not going to budge.

I leaned over and began to lap the water from the bowl into my mouth. It was much harder than I thought! I was barely getting any water out of the bowl and mostly saliva IN to the bowl. I tried picking it up, but stopped indefinitely after realizing I’d probably spill it all over myself if I tried too hard. So I just dunked my face as far as I could into the bowl.

I then picked up one of the bones with my teeth and began to chew on it. Immediately I spat it out and yelled, “Ugh, yuck!”

“You’d better eat them all!” Rho yelled from the other room, “because that’s all
you’re getting!”

I sighed in defeat and slowly began to chomp down on the nasty dog treats. I didn’t know how real dogs ever ate them… Well I guess I could be considered a real dog, like Master would tell me, so I’d have to learn to love them. I tried moving around in the cage but it was very difficult with my feet bound to my butt.

I heard Rho typing in the other room, probably not thinking about me. I looked around the room and just thought of my situation. There I was. A human, covered in rubber and a mask, and made to act like a dog. And this is what I wanted? There was a dog bowl in front of me and I just ate dog treats. Besides some appearance difference what differences did I have from a real dog at the moment? I was locked in a cage. I was finally alone and able to perceive my surroundings. Something seemed so wrong, and at the same time seemed so right. My dick was still in chastity, but still pulsated every moment and had been like that since the beginning of the week.

I thought of my family. Did they miss me? Did they even think I was gone? What would they think of me if they could see me now? I was close with my mother. Very close. And while I know she still loves me, despite being bisexual, I am one hundred percent sure she could never accept this fetish. I’ve thought countless times about telling her. But I never had the courage. I didn’t want to ruin what little relationship we had left.

I was lost in my thoughts. I curled up in a ball and drifted off into a nap to my conflicting thoughts.

--

The sleep didn’t last long as I imagined. I awoke to a shock to my system. Literally. Master had come home and awoken me with a small shock to my butt crack. I jumped up and fell back down when I tried to stretch my legs only to realize locks pulled them together.

I looked over to see my Master’s face up against the bars, while holding onto them and grinning. “Time to wake up my adorable little pup.”

Adorable? He thought I was adorable? Aw. I grinned and leaned forward to lick his face. He laughed and pulled back after a couple of seconds of my love. “You’re a good pup. And a good pup gets presents!”

My eyes lit up. Presents? Presents! He went to the table and I could see a few items on the table. He looked back at me and smiled. He walked over with a leash and unlocked the cage. Master leaned down to attach the leash to my collar and led me out. I crawled out on my mitts and knees.

“Roll over pup.” Immediately I rolled onto my back with my mitts in front of my chest and my knees in the air. Master pulled the belts off my legs and finally I could stretch my legs… momentarily.

He brought back from the table two things. A nice long tail butt plug and a set of chains. The chains were unlike anything I’d seen before and were some kind of replacement for binding my legs in a bent position. It was a type of bondage chain and had a center ring in the right and four foot long chains extending from it, and on the end of each chain had a leather cuff. Master began cuffing me and smiled the entire time. I softly whimpered.

“It’s okay pup. I’m here for you,” he said to me gently. “Nothing bad will happen when I’m around.” He put his face on my cheek and gently rubbed my face. “You’re safe with me, okay?”

He spoke so gently that it was hypnotic. I was so in tune with the sound of his voice. I could definitely trust him.

“And!” he continued. “All good pups need good training: including bark training.”

Bark training? I was pretty sure I knew how to bark, woof and whimper… Not that hard…

Then I realized what he meant when he pulled a shock collar in front of me. I seriously whimpered and began to wriggle back away from it.

“Pup! Stay!” he said sternly and I didn’t move. I felt my humanity disappear a little more as he put it around my neck. I didn’t dare make a sound. “Bark pup.” I didn’t dare bark. “I said bark!” he said smacking my nuts really hard.

“Arf!” I said letting out a loud bark of pain. Immediately electrodes surged into my neck. “Ah!” I yelped again and even more electricity passed through me. I held my tongue and breathed heavily, not wanting to make any more noise, vocally or physically.

“That’s a good boy! No more whimpering for you!” he said smiling. He rubbed my belly and began to say in a cutsie voice. “Whose a good boy? Are you a good boy?” I managed to fake a smile. “Yes you are! Yes you are!”

He then did something that surprised me. He leaned over and kissed me.

I was so caught off guard and my enjoyment came mostly out of the realization from it.

Master leaned back and then said, “Okay pup. Now roll over onto your paws.” I steadily did as he said and then he unzippered the covered part of my butt, revealing my bare ass. He took out some lube and rubbed it on his hands. “You ready pup?” Well I wasn’t. This was the first butt plug. And I had a bit of a secret. He slowly began to rub the lube on the inside of my ass cheeks before slowly beginning to touch my hole more and more and rubbing it more and more. My eyes would roll back and I would lurch softly forward with every touch. I was in completely heaven. But it was a heaven that I was forced into. Before long his fingers were moving in and out of my ass hole. My tongue was out of my mouth and my penis was twitching uncontrollably. He then inserted the buttplug. Deeper and deeper in went, and I guessed it was about four or five inches deep into my ass. Deeper then anything had ever been in my ass…

The first time anything had ever been in my ass. Master moved away from me and I began to orgasm. Cum dripped in front of me.

“Bad dog! I did not allow you to cum!” He shouted at me and suddenly I felt a shock to my neck and I yelped in pain, which was followed by another shock. I looked at my Master, looking for pity, but received none. He looked angry. “In the cage. Now.” He said it with such a serious tone. Before I could turn to crawl in, he grabbed my waist and pushed the tail another inch further and then zipped up the suit to the ends of the tail. “Now go dog.”

Ashamed, I crawled into my cage. He grabbed the bowl from the cage and slammed the door shut behind me and locked the cage. I looked at him with as much anguish as I could without showing it in sound. Master shook his head and then spit on me. I winced and rubbed my face with my mitt. I looked down in shame.

“Yeah, that’s right. You SHOULD be ashamed. No dog of mine will cum without my permission.” I continued to look down. “Look at me pup. LOOK AT ME.”

Slowly I looked up and frowned. “You’ve been a very bad pup.” Not to hate on Master, but I’m sorry. I cummed. My bad. But isn’t this what guys do? This is a sexual entice. Don’t I first get a warning? He was just calling me a good boy a minute ago! There was something bipolar about this man.

But at the same time, he was everything I’d ever imagined. He punished me. He called me a bad boy. He locked me in my cage. Master locked me in my cage. He gave me a tail. He restrained my movement. He covered all my human skin and gave me the head of a dog. He was my master. My master. Master.

He grabbed a large black blanket from the couch and before he did anything he said to me, “You are my property dog. I own you. REMEMBER that. And you do NOT do such things like that without MY permission. Do you understand me?” I nodded furiously. He didn’t reply and just threw the black blanket over the cage submerging me into darkness.

“Think about your actions while you’re in there. Because you’re not going anywhere for awhile.”

My heart dropped. I felt guilty. EXTREMELY guilty. Was this happening? My breaths became short. Had this man had that much control over me to entice such emotion for my body to respond physically to this? I tried thinking about it in a surreal way, ignoring the fact that we were playing but that I was a man. But I couldn’t help it. I genuinely felt awful that I cummed on his floor! Sure, I could’ve cleaned it up, but Master did not tell me I could have done that. I should feel ashamed!

I wouldn’t let my Master down again like that. I was a bad pup.


Part Four

I slept in the cage overnight. I could tell because after several hours of being in the cage alone, I could hear Rho being zippered up into a sleep sack for the night, and I heard Master shut the door to his bedroom. I didn’t dare whine that entire time. Master had adjusted the voltage on my shock collar to a higher setting.

I spent most of an entire day without speech, being fully awake and fully aware of my situation. At one point, Rho did lift the blanket to put a bowl of water and a bowl of food: honey nut cheerios. Oh goodness, what a delicious dinner… not.

It seriously pissed me off. Okay, he was supposed to be training me! Not torturing me! I was sure that this must’ve counted as some sort of kidnapping. In normal circumstances I would’ve immediately gone to the police, but two things were stopping me. One was that I was just too embarrassed to explain the situation fully. And two, according to my dick I absolutely loved every moment of it.

At one point during the day, I heard a lot of shuffling and what sounded like the moving of some furniture around the apartment. I didn’t have a clue of what it could be.

The next morning I woke up my Master shocking me in the nuts… again. I really hate when he would wake me up like that. It’s rude, obnoxious and PAINFUL.

“Get up dog.” My eyes were really itchy and I rubbed them as much as I could through the rubber. “C’mon slave, hurry up!” Master said. Grumbling in side, I crawled out of the cage and bowed at his feet.

He threw down a filthy pair of boots in front of me with dirt and mud on them. He had to be kidding me. I’m pretty sure I knew him well enough to know that he didn’t ever NEED to have mud and dirt on his shoes. But here they were in front of me. This was the one thing I was hoping to avoid. Boot training. I wanted to whimper, and even walk out of the apartment, but that was practically impossible in my current situation.

“Lick em’ pup,” Master said. I rolled my eyes, and he couldn’t see as my head was towards the ground. This was the one specific thing I said I didn’t want to do and he was breaking that already. I didn’t think this relationship was going to work out. You’d think someone who doesn’t mind experimenting with acting, as a toilet would mind simple licking of boots, but I find it different somehow… somehow…

I slowly started with a big chunk of dirt on the tip of the boot and slid my tongue around the back. I did not dare chew the dirt and just quickly swallowed it before my taste buds could absorb any of the flavors. I licked the top and all around the boots as much as I could. When I finished on one shoe I did the other. The result were shoes covered in saliva and I honestly don’t know how people mind wearing that…

“Good work pup,” he said. He patted me on the head and attached a leash to my collar. He led me over to the kitchen floor where Rho was busy scrubbing the floor. There were two dog bowls filled outside of the scrubbing area. “Eat pup.” Master said, and he walked away to go do something in another part of the room. In the bowl to the left was honey bunches of oats mixed with a smashed up power bar. In the bowl to the right was orange juice. This was the most gourmet meal I had had all week! I eagerly gobbled up the cereal and power bar mix as quickly as was possible with all the bondage and rubber on me. I slurped the orange juice and then wiped my mouth when I was finished. I turned around and crawled back to my cage as I was expected to, but Master stopped me. “Oh no you don’t pup. Roll on over.”

Confused I rolled on my back and he then began to undo the bondage chains. He even removed the CB6000 from my penis for the first time all week and pulled off the ball stretcher. He then rubbed my balls for a few seconds, but stopped before I could get any real pleasure. I looked down at my balls, which were noticeably lower than they were a few days ago. Master then told me to stand up and he went behind me and unzipped the suit off me. This was the first time this had been off me all week as well. I realized I must’ve smelled, as did the suit.

Then Master took it into another room, and I heard Rho mumble, “Ugh you smell.” I shot him a dirty look and looked back at the direction of Master who returned and slowly took off the dog mask.

As soon as he took it off my face felt so relieved. He then released me from the rubber mitts, and I could finally feel my face, which felt strange after being four days in straight rubber and bondage. My hair was an absolute mess. Master grinned and grabbed my nuts and pulled me towards him and kissed me on the lips. He rubbed my balls hard and felt my face with his other hand. I returned the kiss with passion as he moved his tongue into mine. With one hand he grabbed mine and placed it on his ass and the other hand as well and expected me to feel him. And that’s exactly what I did. I rubbed him all over and he slowly began to kiss my lips and my cheek and work down to my neck. My penis was jerking uncontrollably. I felt like I was going to cum, but I held my penis back with all the strength in the world. He then grabbed my ass and was about to lift me into the air, presumably to fuck me.

For whatever reason I jerked backwards away from his affection. He looked at me, confused for a moment and then said, “Pup, you need exercise, which is why I’m going to have you run on the treadmill for awhile.”

I was about to reply to him when I realized I still had my shock collar on. I pointed to it, signaling I wanted it off but Master just laughed at me and petted my head.

“Pup, unfortunately, you still need work on your barking problem. We’ll be better off my leaving it on.”

I sighed heavily, and the leather collar combined with the shock collar really bothered my neck. He pulled me over to the treadmill and handed me a pair of beaten up old sneakers of his, ripped shorts, and a dirty white shirt that had slave written on it in marker. Grudgingly, I put the clothing on and stepped on the treadmill. Master took the leash off the collar and set the treadmill.

“You are to run no slower than three miles per hour and no faster than six. I have it set at random so every thirty seconds the speed will change.”

I nodded, and he walked away. Immediately I tried to see if I could pull off the shock collar. It was no use; the master lock was still attached. I began to run on the treadmill.

-

By the end of the thirty minutes I was drenched in sweat and Master had returned.

“On the floor pup! On your back! I want thirty sit ups!”

Unenthusiastically I got on the floor and obeyed his order. After the thirty sit ups, I laid back and breathed so heavily out of exhaustion that the shock collar electrocuted me! I immediately screamed out of shock and exhaustion and it shocked me again. I clutched the collar, pulling it away from skin as far as I could and tears streamed down my face. “Please…” I begged. Master looked at me with anger and kicked me in the abdomen. I coughed heavily. “Give me thirty push ups.”

I was very bad at push ups, and when you were exhausted it didn’t help. By the end of the thirtieth push up I though my arms would fall off. Master immediately attached a leash to the collar and practically dragged me into the bathroom. He pushed me inside and said something that surprised me. “You have twenty minutes to wash up.” And he shut and locked the door. He slid a key under the door. The key to my master lock, so I could remove the collar. Finally.

Twenty minutes was a long time, and I was thankful that Master was being so gracious.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I could hardly recognize myself I looked like such a mess. The slave shirt was drenched in sweat as was the rest of my body. My face looked red, and most surprising was the lack of dark circles under my eyes. I laughed. I’d been in so much bondage that I had had a lot of rest, and therefore got rid of bad circles!

I stripped the dirty clothing off me and threw it to the ground. I picked the key up off the ground and slowly unlocked the collar. Removing that collar felt powerful and endearing. I felt something of being free.

I turned on the shower and didn’t even wait for the hot water to turn on. I stepped in and let the cool water melt down my body. It was the most endearing feeling in the world. The water was more of a relief then they pathetic paycheck I received at Rite-Aid every few weeks. The water slowly turned to warm and I turned around and let it soak all over me. I looked down and saw a used bar of Irish Spring soap, which was labeled with lettering over with an arrow pointing to it, saying, “slave.” I laughed and took the soap and rubbed it in the water, “cleaning” it and then rubbing it all over my body: on my back and under my armpits. The dirt and sweat washed off my body with ease. I then let the waterfall in my mouth and gargled as much as I could to get the disgusting dirt taste out of my mouth.

Before I knew Master was knocking on the door telling me to hurry up. I opened the window next to the shower, to let the steam ride out, and I grabbed a towel and dried myself. I didn’t even notice, but while I was in the shower the slave clothes I was wearing were gone and the cat suit, cleaned and dried was again hanging behind the door. Rho must’ve come in quietly while I was utterly enthralled in my present of a shower.

I got myself into the suit and walked outside where Rho was still cleaning, this time vacuuming the floor. Master was grinning happily and I looked to the table where some kind of suit was. He held it up. It was a gimp suit. Something where I’d be forced to walk on my elbows and knees. My dick went erect immediately. I’d been thinking about ending this session early. It was getting pretty rough, but as soon as my eyes lay over legs went limp and immediately, almost without my brain’s permission my body moved into a kow-tow position. Clearly, I was excited.

“I’m glad to see you excited pup. Now get up so we can put you in this.” I sat up and he held it out in front of me. It wasn’t too difficult to get into. Rho came over to help. I first wiggled my knees in and then stuck my elbows in. There was an attached extra hood and before Master put it over me, he stuck on two other hoods: first the latex one, and then the rubber one. I couldn’t believe it. Master then zipped up the gimp suit and it turned out to be much tighter than I anticipated: skin tight.

“I have you for a couple more days pup. I hope you enjoy!” What did he mean? Was I going to be like this for the couple of days? I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not.

“Tomorrow, we’re going out on the town pup. To a couple of places that I enjoy spending my weekends. Of course, you can’t always be in this as you’ll get tired but I figure I’ll sit you for four or five hours in there tomorrow night. You’ll practice today. Now crawl pup!”

He kicked me in the ass and immediately, I moved forward with much pain.


Part Five

I was in a cage, which, was in the back seat of the car. Rho was locked inside a trunk in the trunk of the car. I was in my gimp suit, and Rho was all locked up in his straight jacket. The both of us had been milked dry and shined by Master himself. He was taking us out to one of his favorite rubber bars… to show us off.

I’m not gonna lie, I was very nervous. It was my first time ever going to a rubber bar and meeting other guys into rubber aside from Master and Rho. I wasn’t really sure what I should have expected. I tried crawling around. I had elbow pads and kneepads secured to their respective intended body parts, to keep from my getting in too much pain.

We’d finally arrived. Master parked the car around back and left. He came back a couple minutes later with another guy who carried my cage out of the car and into the back of the bar. When we got in I saw that the club was filled with men in both rubber and leather; although, more leather. Already several men looked our way to see me squirming inside my suit and cage.

Master placed the cage down in the corner and left with the man to go retrieve Rho. A few older men in leather surrounded the cage and began to laugh.

“Look at the little gimp! What a pitiful excuse for life!” one of them said.

“Can you believe the little faggot enjoys being in that?” one of the other one’s said.

“Yeah, and we love putting them in it.”

“You got that damn straight. And then we fuck him until their holes are sore.”

I was afraid. They began to advance on the cage, and I backed up as far as I could until I thought I heard God’s voice… Master’s.

“Hey!” Master yelled furiously, “back off!”

The three men in leather scattered off to another part of the bar. Master looked at me and grinned, “you are really quite the show, aren’t you pup?”

I shrugged as much as my rubber would let me. They placed the trunk down and opened it, allowing Rho to come out. He was decked in a rubber catsuit like me, except he also wore a leather straitjacket. Rho also wore a leather isolation hood. Master attached a leash to Rho’s collar, and handed Rho to the man that let Rho and myself in the bar. The man pulled Rho into a crowd of people and already people began to smack Rho’s ass and feel his exposed nuts. Part of me sighed a short breath of relief that chastity and rubber protected my junk at the moment. Hopefully it would stay that way through the night.

“Don’t worry pup,” Master reassured me. “You’ll be with me all night.”

I sighed a breath of relief. “But that doesn’t mean you and I especially won’t be having fun ourselves,” he said while winking at me. Fun? What did he mean?

Master opened the cage door and attached a leash to my collar and pulled me out of the cage. I was still getting used to walking in the gimp suit, and as we began to go towards more people, people began to stare down at me, and even start to pet and feel me. I stayed as close to Master as I could.

Finally we stopped somewhere on the other side of the bar, next to three guys, of whom Master looked like he was very good friends with. The guy on the left was in a rubber catsuit and looked to be in his early 50’s. The guy in the middle looked the oldest of the 3, probably in his early 60’s and we was decked out in some fine leather including a heavy looking jacket. The guy on the right was dressed up in normal clothing, probably some Nasty Pig clothing, and he wore leather jacket over it. He looked the most timid of them all, but of the 3 he was definitely the youngest, probably in his early to mid 30’s and he was in fantastic shape. He was probably around 6’3” and like 200 pounds of muscle and physique.

Master hugged each of them and they laughed and began to catch up. I couldn’t really pay attention to what they were saying. I was laying on the floor, trying to be on my best behavior.

And then I had been brought up in the conversation.

“So whose this little pup?” said the man in the middle leaning down to pat my head.

“Ah yes of course. Ben, Logan, Trevor, may I introduce you to pup?”

Ben was the one of the left, in the rubber cat suit. Logan was in the center, the old man. And Trevor was the one in the Nasty Pig clothing. Trevor was the first one to lean down and began to scratch my neck. “Hey there pup, are you a good boy?”

I nodded furiously. Wow, this guy was dreamy. He was so close to my face down and through the holes in my hood I could tell he had blonde hair and green eyes, a fierce combination. Then I saw something; a master lock and chain around Trevor’s neck, like the one around my neck and Rho’s neck. This guy was a slave. A very attractive slave.

“Trevor, get up, I didn’t give you permission to pet the dog.”

Trevor looked down in shame and stood up next to Logan. Ah, now I saw. Trevor was the slave of Logan. I didn’t notice it before but now that I saw about it, whenever they would talk, Logan looked at Trevor with pride. Trevor was Logan’s great creation.

“Sorry Father…”

Father? I couldn’t believe that Trevor was really the biological son of Logan. I think it was a scene play that there would be a father and son role-play. I assumed that’s what this was.

“Is he a permanent resident?” Ben asked.

“He soon will be.” Master said quickly.

Will soon be? I was not made aware of this! Master said it with such assurance to Ben that the three of them just nodded. I hadn’t thought about it yet. In fact, now that I had noticed it, every moment of every day that I had been with Master I really had just been living in the moment. I hadn’t thought about going home too much or anything. But to become a permanent slave or dog to Master? I wasn’t too sure how I felt about it. I definitely didn’t want to reject the offer, but it seemed like the decision already had been made for me, and I really didn’t care one way or another.

“How’s everything on your end? Trevor is looking fine. Didn’t you say you had gotten a dog?” asked Master, addressing Logan.

Logan grinned. “I did indeed. Let’s go on around back to the kennel room, and I’ll show you Rupert.

Rupert? Now I was very intrigued. Master pulled me along as we followed Logan to the back of the bar with Trevor and Ben. We were led into a backroom and it was pitch black. Logan turned on the lights and we saw what wonders were inside. There were six cages in the room, and three of them were occupied. One of them held a sleeping rubber covered boy, another had a naked boy who held on to the cage and seemed to be calling for help, except he was in heavy chastity and had a deprivation hood and gag on, so he really should’ve given up hope.

On the far right, was a dog? Just like me, in a gimp suit and multiple hoods, and under the gimp suit, he was probably in a rubber catsuit, just like me. Except his gimp suit was royal red. At the sound of Logan’s voice, the dog began alert and began to nudge the cage door.

Logan led us to that cage and he said to Master, “Meet Rupert.”

“What a beautiful suit.” Master complimented.

“Thanks,” Logan said.

“Where’d you find this pup? He’s gorgeous.”

“He was lost. Eighteen years old, and an orphan. I guess he had a rough childhood growing up in the orphanage, and somehow he stumbled onto rubber and bondage. He apparently couldn’t get enough of it. The fag told me that when the nuns found out what he was doing, they kicked him out on his eighteenth birthday. He begged me for refuge, so I made him sign a ten-year contract. He learns pretty quickly, and Trevor maintains his washing. I haven’t seen this pup naked since the day he came to me. Not just that, but I took his virginity too! But now he’s my property. I even got him a little tag engraved with his new dog name.”

Logan was laughing to himself. Ben kind of looked at Master with a “yeah I know…” kind of look that was not reassuring to me. Logan seemed kind of… strange? Or mean even. I mean, we’re gay; yeah we get that, so why does he have to use derogatory words like fag? And not only that but Rupert was my age, younger in fact. And he was bound to a live as a non-human. Literally.

“Why don’t you leave your pup in the same kennel and we can go back out and have some drinks?” Logan suggested. At first I thought, yeah right, Master promised me I’d be with him all night. But maybe I should’ve thought better.

Master nodded, and said, “Yeah why not.”

Instinctively, I began to back up and make ruffling noises.

Master pulled tight on my leash, very tight, almost choking me and said, “enough pup.”

Logan laughed. “Your pup has quite the personality! Must be fun training him. Hey, I got an idea!”

We don’t want anymore of your sadistic ideas Logan, I thought.

“Why don’t we tie both of the pups up together? They’re the same age right? I’m sure they’d enjoy each other’s company.

“Logan, I’m not so sure,” said Master. Yes Master!

“C’mon, don’t be a pussy.”

“Logan, it’s fine, he doesn’t have to do it,” interjected Ben.

“Hey back off there Benny boy.” Logan said, “Let the man speak for himself.”

I looked up to Master in hope.

“Fine, but we do it my way,” Master said. Ugh… Master pushed me into the cage, which was now super small with two people occupying it.

Logan then attached a small chain to both Rupert and my collars and a chain to the cock rings attached to our suits. At least mine was attached to my suit; I didn’t have any piercings, but I think Rupert’s was attached to his skin.

I whimpered loudly, begging Master’s for attention. “Behave pup.” He said as they all exited the room and turned the lights off. Immediately, I was submerged into pitch-black darkness. I thought about my situation outside of my fetish for rubber. It’s what I always did when I was alone in bondage, it kept me sane.

Here I was. A nineteen-year-old boy, locked into chastity, rubber, bondage, made to look like a dog and chained to a younger boy of the same situation. The worst part of it all was that we loved it.

The only sounds in the room were the muffled sounds of music and talk from outside the kennel room, the snoring of the pup on the other side of the room, the gagged cries, of the probably regretful boy in the cage and the heaving breathing of myself and Rupert.

The next part caught me off guard. Rupert suddenly shoved me into the side of the cage so that I fell over on my back and he mounted on top of me. Like he didn’t have a care in the world he humped me to all end.

I thrashed around and growled as loudly as I could trying to get Rupert on me, but the cage was so small, and Rupert had acted so fast that I couldn’t move at all. Every time Rupert thrust onto me I was pulled upwards into him as well because of our chains.

I growled and growled but Rupert just pretended as if he didn’t hear me. And then a thought of pity hit me. Pity. If Logan was actually telling the truth, and I wasn’t sure he was, this kid grew up an orphan, and not just that, but a gay orphan in a religious household. Logan and Trevor were probably the closest to family he’d ever gotten. His dick had completely taken over his life.

Rupert lost his humanity.

For whatever reason I stopped fighting Rupert and let him hump and thrust onto me to his heart’s content.

He stopped rather soon, probably after a few minutes. Humping does take a lot of energy out of one, especially in the hot rubber that we were in.

Then Rupert began to nuzzle my head and he whimpered. He petted my shoulders with his elbows and then I realize he was trying to hug me. And he wasn’t whimpering, he was crying.

I returned the hug and I held him for a long time. Rupert cried a lot. I didn’t get it. Rupert didn’t probably understand what would become of him. Was Rupert regretting what he had become? Would I regret what I could become? What I would become according to Master?

Part of me just connected with Master and Rho on a level that didn’t seem to be shared by Logan and Rupert. Logan was much more militaristic and demanding. While Master was strict he was actually very gracious and could be very funny and entertaining. Master was two things: he was my Master, but he was still a man. And the thing that I liked about him was that he didn’t hide it from me. Was I afraid of Master? Sure, if I didn’t listen to directions I got punished. I learned that on the first day from repeated painful floggings. Rupert was sad. Maybe he was just having a weak moment, but I didn’t care.

I held Rupert for as long as we were in there.

--

When we’d gotten home Rho took me out of the gimp suit and I stretched my arm’s and leg’s like it was the first time I bent them in years.

Master laughed, “Tough night pup?” he asked.

“Hardly,” I replied.

Master smiled sweetly at me and came over to rub my balls. He surprised me by picking me up and kissing me. “You were a very good boy tonight.”

I blushed an insane amount. He kissed me again. “And good boys, get good rewards.”

I didn’t know what to think. Master put me down and walked towards his bedroom. Before he closed the door he said, “Take a thirty minute break and then Rho, prepare the pup for the room. I want him in his gear, minus the gimp suit.”

Rho nodded. We went to the bathroom and stripped our rubber gear.

There was only one shower so we had to share. I don’t know why, but for whatever reason I was nervous about getting in the shower with Rho. He was like a different person under all the rubber. So was I.

We hopped in the shower and pulled the curtain shut. I faced away from Rho and began to rub the water on my body. After about a minute of awkwardness, Rho began to rub my body.

I jumped up in surprise, “What’re you doing?”

He looked at me as if I had asked a stupid question. “I’m washing you. Master said you had to be clean, and therefore I’m cleaning you. Any other stupid questions?”

I rolled my eyes and just let him continue. He rubbed my legs and slowly over my ass. He then rubbed inside my ass and rubbed my balls and dick, but as quickly as he began, he stopped rubbing my genital area. I didn’t know why.

“Rho, what’s your real name?” I asked him.

“It’s Rho.”

“I mean your real name.”

“I said its Rho. Are you deaf?”

“No, but you’re quite stubborn.”

I imagine he rolled his eyes as he finished scrubbing me and began to scrub himself.

“You know, Master brought me into the kennel room tonight.”

For whatever reason Rho smiled, as if he knew I had quite an experience. “He did? Did you have fun? I spent quite a bit of time there when I was novice.”

“Yeah, except Logan pressured Master into chaining me to that other dog, Rupert, and the kid began to hump the fuck out of me.”

Rho rolled his eyes, “We’re not supposed to talk about the other Master’s like that Percy.”

I looked at him, “Rho?”

“What?”

“You just called me by my name.”

He quickly shook his head, “No I didn’t pup. C’mon wash yourself.”

“Well okay,” I said smiling, going back to my business, “But I know what I heard.”

After a few more minutes of awkward silence Rho surprisingly initiated conversation. “So the other dog began to hump you?”

“Yeah… Logan said the kid is an orphan and that he begged Logan to take him in. I dunno though. Rupert was crying. Like he didn’t want to be there. He was crying on me, and I tried to hold him as much as I could.”

“Sounds like quite the hard knock life.”

“Be serious for once!” I snapped at him. This caught him at surprise and he looked at me dead on. And then I knew I was looking at a different person. Rho was his old self, the self before he met Master.

“Daniel.”

“Danny?”

“No, just Daniel. Daniel was my old name.”

I made a huge smile. “Thanks for telling me Daniel.”

“Rho,” he corrected.

“Mhm… Well Da… Rho, did you have a job?”

“Geeze you ask a lot of questions!”

“Do you have an answer?”

Rho sighed, “I was in school. I was studying to be an archaeologist. Egypt, specifically.”

“Archaeology? Wow, that’s incredible!”

“Yeah, I loved it. I loved learning about all the pharaohs, and the wars between Greece, and the culture of the people. It’s all so extraordinary.” He said whiling smiling. I knew I was looking at Daniel.

“And this?”

“What?”

“This,” I said pointing to where we were, “What made you choose this?”

He didn’t say anything. “What made you?”

I looked down. “Touche’.” I didn’t say anything for a few more minutes. “You
know, I was thinking that Master wants to keep me permanently.”

Rho looked up at me. All of a sudden thoughts of my family and friends washed over me, and I thought of Rupert’s sadness.

“And he seemed so sure, and Rupert was crying and…” before I knew it I was bawling too.

Rho surprised me by hugging me very close to him. He put his arms around me and we were so close our dicks touched.

“Shhh… shh… It’s okay, it’s okay.” He said. “I’m here.”

The soft tone of his voice calmed me, but I still cried softly. “Perseus, I’m here for you.”

He called me Perseus. Daniel called me Perseus. And then I had a vision of another life, outside of bondage and rubber in which, I’d meet Daniel and we’d become a lovely and happy couple.

Rho slowly began to kiss my ear and he moved his way down to my neck. He began to go to my chest, and before he could go lower, I put my hands on his head and brought him up to me.

I didn’t want a blowjob. It wasn’t the right moment.

He held onto the back of our head and we both breathed heavily. Our foreheads touched and we were looking down.

And then. He kissed me. Rho kissed me. Daniel kissed me. It was a kiss unlike I’d ever had. Daniel moved he lips back and forth as I returned the passion. He began to hold me by my back. This was the most amazing kiss I’d ever had in my entire life. Better then anything my ex-girlfriends gave me.

All of a sudden there was a loud bang on the door. “Hurry up in there!” Master shouted.

We stopped kissing and I looked at Daniel.

“That was extraordinary,”

But he wasn’t Daniel anymore. Master’s knocking had set him back into Rho. Rho shut the shower off, opened the curtain and stepped out.

“Let’s go pup. Hurry up, I got to get you prepared.”

“Whoa, whoa whoa. Don’t you want to talk?”

He shook his head, “There’s nothing to talk about dog.” Rho reached behind him and quickly latched on a fetter’s leather collar. “You’re a dog. And I’m an object. Objects and dog’s don’t go together.”

“But people do,” I responded.

He didn’t say anything for a few moments. “We’re not people…”

--

Twenty minutes later I was all strapped into my pup gear: my rubber catsuit, fetter’s collar and master lock, butt plug, rubber mittens and my dog mask. Rho also added something new: a milker. He led me with a blindfold into Master’s room and pulled off the blindfold and immediately left. I looked at Master who was lying naked on his bed. A few candles were lit and my unchaste dick went hard immediately. But I didn’t want it too. I knew what Master wanted from me and for the first time all week, I didn’t want to give it to him, no pun intended.

But Master was much more muscular then I gave him credit for. He had incredible abs and a working six-pack. His big arms looked like they could squeeze a gorilla. He stood up and walked towards me. He grabbed my dick and rubbed it hard. He then moved away and opened a closet door. Except I thought it was a closet door.

The door led into a mini room: about six by seven feet wide. Master led me into the room. Immediately, an intense aroma of rubber washed over me. The ceiling, walls and floor were covered in rubber. In the center of the room, suspended from the ceiling was a single rubber sling. He shoved me on to it. I grunted and he turned me around so that my belly faced the ceiling. He locked my wrists to it and pulled my ankles up and locked them in too.

He rubbed my ass and said, “All locked up and no where to go.”

Slowly he unzipped my catsuit. I whimpered.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of pup. I’m here and I’m not going to hurt you.”

He took out the butt-plug and began to lube my ass. It didn’t matter if I came. The milking device was attached to a bucket on the floor. I began loading off at every whim. He slowly touched my asshole and then stepped back. Master put a condom on his penis, which must’ve been nine inches erect. He grabbed the chains that were next to my ankles.

“You ready for a treat pup?” He grabbed my torso and thrust as hard as he could into me. I let off the most unbelievable load I ever had in my entire life. I moaned loudly and wildly. He screamed for me to moan. He thrust me in rapid paces and then would fuck me as hard as he could at slower paces. Master pretended I was a just a hole for him to fuck.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Into me, he went, further and further. He put himself in all the way and thurst even further then.

“I’m fucking you, you fucking canine!” He grabbed my torso and pulled my body into his dick as far as he could go.

The pain from my asshole was unbearable, but my dick loved it. My mind was warped and I couldn’t think straight. My mind was disoriented as I felt my virginity disappear from myself.

Finally after what seemed like forever Master stopped. He left the room, but I still continued to cum. He came back with a gigantic dildo. But it was a vibrating dildo. It must’ve been three inches wide and eleven inches long. Master took one last thrust of his own into me and lubed me some more. He then jammed the dildo up my ass hole, as for as it could. I screamed and screamed and screamed and thrashed around.

He then took off my dog mask. “Please master, please take it out! Please!” He put his hand over my mouth. “It’s okay pup. Trust me, do you trust me?”

Relunctantly, I said, “yes…”

“Good.”

The next thing I knew he whipped on a fetters front buckle gag. I thrashed around, but he pretended not to notice. He then put on a fullface asylum mask. My mouth and eyes were covered. Part of me was enjoying every moment, but some part of my mind told me to try and resist. Master began to laugh. Was I having fun? Or was I being tortured? I let myself be lost in ecstasy.

“I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon pup.” Master said. Tomorrow afternoon? Was he kidding?! Master put in two ear plugs into my ears that expanded the longer they were in there and switched on the vibrator. He left the room and turned off the lights, locking it behind him.

The bastard left me there. He successfully created the most intense sexual fantasy ever. He left me there to parade around in my own fucking ecstasy.


Part Six

I slowly started to understand that I was awake. In fact, I wasn’t even sure. I was sure that every single part of my body was sore. Except I couldn’t speak, see or hear. The humongous vibrator in my ass was still going like it could forever. The stimulation was excruciating and I felt as if I was going to milk all of my body fluids. I rattled around in the restraints and thrased around.

“MELLHELOPP!!” I screamed as loud as I could, but through the sound proof walls I doubt anyone heard. I was sick of this fantasy. I felt kidnapped. I wanted out so badly I would’ve done anything.

I’m not sure how much time passed when I managed to hear someone enter the small rubber room. There were two people in the room, presumably Rho and Master. They unbuckled my legs and immediately I kicked, but they were ready. They grabbed my legs and forced them into a sleep sack, but just for my legs. I was unable to do anything.

My legs were laced up incredibly tight in the leather. Master then applied a metal restraint to my legs so that I couldn’t bend my knees. I was helpless to run anywhere now. As soon as they unbuckled my arms they were also ready I it was hopeless for me to try and escape. They forced me into a leather straight jacket and brought me outside. I was literally thrown into the isolation box, and I could feel myself being stored under the bed.

“Please let me out!!” I begged, but it probably sounded nothing like that through the gag. I began to cry. Was this how Logan felt? Was Master going to let me out?

Immediately I panicked and thought about all the bondage fiction I read where people would get together, and the top or Master would kidnap the bottom and no one would ever find them. Is that what was happening to me?

Sometime later, I’m not sure when, the box was being moved into the main room.
I squirmed for my life. I wanted out.

The top of the box was lifted up and I was pulled out. Slowly the sleepsack on my legs was pulled off but, shackles were immediately tied to my legs. The strait jacket came off as well, but my wrists were immediately tied to the wall. The asylum mask and gag were still in place. I couldn’t see or speak. My stomach was to the wall. I squirmed around a little bit and Master slapped my ass really hard with his hand. I immediately stopped moving. He unzipped the catsuit and began to lube my ass.

“Now listen up slave, because I know you can hear me,” Master said as he continued to lube my ass. The earplugs were still in place but did not cause silence altogether.

“Today I’m having a little party and a get together and you’ve been chosen as the monthly fuck furniture.”

My mind spun. Fuck furniture? I just lost my virginity last night to an older man and the next day I was going to be used as a mindless fuck object. Oh joy.

He finished lubing my ass and gripped my waist. I felt his dick hit my ass cheeks. He plunged himself into me. His cock penetrated my asshole, and my hole expanded as his cock pushed in further and further.

My eyes rolled back and I just let loose. I collapsed and let the bondage hold me up. Master continually just penetrated into my hole. His cock slipped in and out my asshole. It was still a new experience for me but it was just electrifying. Master then put his arms around my waist and picked me up and pulled my asshole into his cock as if I was sitting on it. My arms flopped into the bondage.

Master then commanded Rho in front of me and Rho covered my dick in what felt like some sort of rubber condom.

Rho stuck my dick into his hole and began to move forwards and backwards, while Master thrust violently into my hole. My head went limp and all my energy surged into my sexual organs and to maintain a state of euphoria in my mind. It was the most perfect thing in the world.

Finally Master stopped and I collapsed in the chains and I felt myself let a load. Rho moved away and removed the rubber condom. Cum and piss fell to the floor. Master did not even hit me. He just commanded Rho to clean it all up. I was too weak to move, and I was still sore from the intense sex that Master gave me last night and from being in one position all night with the vibrator running.

I had no more energy left. And Master knew that. He took advantage of it. He unchained me from the wall and forced me into his leather straitjacket.

My arms went through the sleeves and I could do nothing to retaliate. My legs were put back into the sleepsack. Someone sat be against the wall. My mask came off as well as the gag and for the first time in a day I breathed in a huge breath of air. Rho was in front of me on the floor kneeling. He was covered in head to toe rubber. He was holding food and began to feed me. Master was in his bedroom.

“Rho what’s going on?”

Rho just looked at me and whispered, “Master is going to push you beyond your limits today. I hope you’re ready.”

I numbly ate the power bar and drank the water.

Master afterwards took me out of all my gear and made me take a shower.
After my quick shower I was commanded back outside.

Master had already lubed the catsuit and I put my body inside it. Master zipped it up while feeling me up. He then put the leather mitts on my fists.

I was led over to the leather bench and he made me lean over it. My wrists were chained to the wall apart from one another, as were my legs. I was in the perfect position to be fucked. Literally. Rho put on the neoprene cocksucker hood while Master watched.

Master then leaned down to me. “Today slave, you’re going to learn about some mouth training.”

He then shoved some sort of metal contraption around my mouth that forced my mouth wide open and would create a clear path for a dick to enter.

“I should probably demonstrate.” Rho came in front of me and pulled out his dick from the suit hole.

Master went behind me and unzipped my ass opening. Master began to fuck me in the ass as Rho began to stick his dick in my mouth.

I shook with all my energy but it was no use. I was immobile and was just like Master said. A piece of furniture to be fucked. Having two dicks plunging into your holes was an interesting experience.

I felt my humanity disappearing. I was immobile and I would be beat if I spoke out. I could do nothing but take it. My mind wandered. Eventually in a minute they stopped.

I stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but was probably just a short time. My mind was so warped and that’s when I heard the guests had started to arrive.
I’m not sure exactly how many men were there but I heard several men in the room. Ben, one of the men we had met last night was there. And there were around four other voices I didn’t recognize. I even heard one of the other guests refer to Master as Master, meaning he was probably a former slave.

After I concluded that there were seven people in the apartment including Rho, Master and myself, I braced myself.

“Is this tonight’s fuck furniture?” one of the people said. I clenched my fist as someone grabbed my ass and began to plunge into my ass.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” screamed the guy. He was extremely violent. The guy shoved his dick as far down my asshole as was physically possible. I thrashed around in protest.

“Swop swop!” I yelled which was what it sounded like through the mouth trainer.
“Sounds like your boy needs a little more of a gag,” send one of the other men.
“I’ll give it to him,” said Ben as he came over to be and shoved his dick into my mouth.

I couldn’t help anything. I was bound to these men. They wanted to torture me. They just laughed out loud. My dick was as hard as possible, I’d never felt it throb so much, of more enjoyment than pain.

“I got an idea,” said one of the other guys. I felt someone crawl under my legs, and under the bench and they positioned their asshole right into my dick. I was now the slave to three penises. I was being fucked, fucking, and forced into a blowjob.

“I got an even better one,” Master said out loud, watching me in excruciating torture. Master undid my mitts and sat down on the floor. The final guest said in front of my other hand. They forced my hands onto their penises. “Now rub them slave!”

I began to give the two men handjobs while I was already preoccupied with three other dicks. This was possibly the most intense sexual experience I’d ever face in my entire life.

And it wasn’t over soon enough. They continued on like this in the same position for ten minutes. The slippery dick of the first guy came in and out of my ass wildly. I felt the head penetrate into my ass and the dick would slide through perfectly. I’d feel the end of his dick because his hips would hit my ass. Then the guy under me would bounce up and down so that my dick would slide in and out of his ass. Ben slowly brought my head on and off his dick, but was nice enough to give me breathers. And I was forced to continue giving the two other men, including Master hand jobs.

When they stopped I collapsed on the bench. I fell in an awkward position with my knees hanging forward and my chest leaning on the bench as opposed to my abdomen. My arms were stretched rightly from exhaustion.

“Rho, take him off,” commanded Master.

Slowly Rho unbuckled me. I collapsed to the floor. Master picked me up in his arms. He removed the mask and carried me past the guests. I was too tired and even embarrassed to even look at them. My hair was in a wild sweaty mess. Master brought me into the rubber room that I had spent the previous night. He hooked me up in the same position I was last night. The position to be fucked by my Master, my owner.

I didn’t protest. My dick was throbbing with enjoyment of my new life.

Master fucked me for a few minutes more. I cummed wildly and he just smiled.

“Today was our last day. It’s time to decide Percy. Yes or no?”

Master made it sound like such a simple decision. I didn’t know what to say. This was my absolute most sexy dream. And yet, today was absolute tortured. I was embarrassed and violated in so many ways that I absolutely did not appreciate.
I looked at Master’s face. His eyes stared right into mine, as if he was everything to me. My father, my commander, my master, my World.

“I… I… yes.” Was all I said. Master immediately reached onto the floor and pulled a rubber mask out. He applied the tight rubber mask over my face. Then he grabbed the leather deprivation hood and began to lace it tightly.

Then he said to me, “You now belong to me, you are my property, and you are no longer human you little fucking piece of shit.”

He then grabbed me and fucked me so hard that I screamed as loud as I possibly could.

“YOU ARE MY FUCKING PROPERTY,” he screamed. I screamed harder, the pain was unbearable. He stopped after around thirty seconds. He then shoved the vibrating dildo back in my ass, turned it on and slammed the door shut despite my screams of regret and rage, which definitely could not be understood under the hoods.

“You are never escaping from my grip for as long as I live,” Master said. And with that he shut the door.

I hung there alone, with all the time in the world to contemplate my new life.