A northern kennel

Author: mr.ron
Title: A northern kennel
Date: 17 April 2008

Young, nervous lad - beads of sweat glossing his newly shaved head - standing at a normal-looking door in a northern street. He swallows nervously; lick his lips from a dry mouth. He shuffles twitching feet - newly encased in tall glossy Rangers - and rubs a damp palm down the side of his jeans... he fights his own fear and nervous anxiety - yet that hand drifts on to the tight denim crotch and the hard curve of arousal that betrays his real excitement...

For a moment the hand stays cupped - and his nervous face shifts into a decision. A small nod to himself, a brief squaring of shoulders - then he reaches out and pushes the bell...

A few moments - the door opens; a dark figure stands in the gloomy interior, the light glints from his shaved head and Cherry Docs. No words are spoken - but the boy ducks his head slightly, looks down at those shining boots in nervous respect... The figure watches for a moment - then gives the smallest of gestures: shifts slightly to one side. The boy takes his cue - steps to the door and over the threshold - briefly they brush against each other in the closeness of the doorway - the boy hesitates, and finally looks up into the figure’s eyes.

“So, pup - you really ready for this...?”

The boy swallows again - licks his lips - looks deep into the man’s eyes:

“Yes BOSS - please BOSS - please make me your dog!”

With a smile the figure reaches one hand up to cup the back of the boys head - with the other he slowly pushes the door closed. It clicks shut with a strange feeling of finality...

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Inside, underground - maybe a basement - maybe the basement of the house before... A cool, clean, empty space - with blank walls and a black and white tiled floor. A quiet space - here beneath the house, beneath the street; a place to escape the world and all it’s fears and disappointments...

In a corner stands a large welded metal cage - it’s floor a wipe able rubber mat - a large padlock on it’s front. A locked space, a safe space - a place to be kept in, a place to be safe in.

In the center of the space, the boy now stands: booted feet planted solidly, hands behind his back and his shoulders squared – his head respectfully bowed, he stands and waits in respectful silence.

In the corner, silent and comfortable in a leather chair, sits the man from the doorstep – one booted foot resting on the other; the shadows seem to cling to Him as He sits and watches the boy – obedient, patient, waiting for His commands.

He lets the boy wait a few moments more, then he gets up, walks over – enjoys seeing the young man tense a little. The Boss walks around him slowly – inspecting with His eyes – looking to see what it is that He has here. The boy trembles slightly under His silent gaze - finally He speaks:

”So, you want to be a dog, boi?”

He enjoys seeing the trembling increase – the nervous flick of a tongue; enjoys seeing the boy fight with his urge to look up from the floor – meet this Man’s eyes… instead, a shaky voice answers:

”Yes Boss – please SIR – I want to be your dog, SIR”

“Ah but boy: to be a dog – to be my dog – there will have to be some changes…!” – the Man reaches out to the trembling lad – places a hand upon the back of his head; He gently strokes the naked scalp – and smiles as the lad gives an involuntary sigh, and feels the tension relax - “Do you think you can make those changes boy? Do you think you have what it takes to be my dog…?”

“SIR, yes SIR! Please SIR!” – the boy almost shouts his response – and the Boss smiles once again to see the urgency of this young man’s hunger.

“To become my pup you would need to be stripped and shaved – then your body encased in a glossy rubber coat - you will have your hands turned into paws, and your head transformed by a hood – you will be made to look as close to the real dog that you are – maybe even with a tail… do you think that you could cope with that boy?”

Once more He is pleased to see the boy shudder – notes the hard curve of his arousal in his jeans – and notes how suddenly the boy has lost his voice – and can merely nod his head… then hears, so quietly that voice again: urgent and trembling:

”Yes Boss, I know Boss – please BOSS….!”

The Boss strokes down onto the boy’s neck, rubs an ear:

”My pup will need to be trained in whatever manner I see fit – it might be drugged or hypnotized, brain-washed and reprogrammed – whatever I deem necessary to help it become a true pup – will you surrender to that boy? Will you devote yourself to becoming a real dog – my dog?…”

Almost wispering now – the boy finally looks up into His eyes – and the BOSS reads there all the hunger and need and surrender that He needed to see:

“Yes SIR, please SIR – make me your dog SIR!”

“OK pup – then lets begin…”

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It is hours later – the morning after, perhaps. Outside, beyond the cool white walls, the world moves on, unaware and uncaring…

In the corner, in the cage, curled up on a warm woollen blanket - a figure all in black. The dull light reflects off it’s glossy polished skin as the figure breathes - gentle and slow: here in the dark, in the warmth, the figure sleeps.

In the house up above: boots walk across a wooden floor and a key turns in the door.

The figure in the cage hears the sound: it stirs in it’s sleep - a small wordless whine escapes it, it’s head raises and turns towards the sound. As the lights move across the shining skin it glints along a long muzzle and sharp pointed ears.

Boots creak on the wooden stairs - in an instant the dog in the cage is up on all fours, ears pricked, muzzle raised and sniffing the air expectantly. It almost seems to dance on it’s paws as the boots finally step onto the tiled floor - the dog in the cage looks up with love at the figure: it’s cherry Docs, bleachers and shaved head...

“Hello pup!” - the man reaches in through the bars, and rubs a glossy ear - with a happy yelp of pleasure the pup leans into the hand - pink tongue lolling from the muzzle as it gives a long growling whine - a clear expression of pleasure and devotion...

“How’d my pup sleep then - eh? - hope the basement wasn’t too cold for it!” -

He gives the pup one last scratch, then moves away from the cage - goes to shelves on the wall and starts getting down bowls and packets of food. All the time he talks to the pup in the cage - and the pup watches, head cocked - eagerly drinking in every word and every movement.

The figure turns, sets down a cold metal bowl on the floor - cool water slops over the side. He moves towards the cage and unlocks the padlock. Inside the pup sits taller, a small bark escapes it.

“Good pup! - it must be hot in that suit - yer Boss thinks it must be time for a little drink”

The pup looks towards the bowl, drool drips from it’s tongue in thirst - but it doesn’t move a muscle or run for the water that it so obviously craves.

“GOOD PUP! - yer learning!” the Boss waits one more moment - the pup’s muscles tense in eager anticipation, but it waits for the command...

“Ok pup - DRINK!”

With the words, the pup lunges forward out of the cage - paws skitter on the tiles in it’s eager rush, it catches itself then plunges it’s head down into the bowl - tongue sucking up the cool clear water... it’s smooth rubberised arse raised high and moving back and forth: wagging an invisible tail...

With a laugh, the Boss strokes the glossy rubberised back - from the bowl the pup lets out a contented “WUFF!” - but does not stop it’s hungry drinking... the Boss watches proudly:

“Good dog! drink it all up now!”

The pup raises it’s head, the rubber muzzle glossy and wet and dripping - it looks up at it’s Boss and gives a deep happy bark - so deep it’s chest and belly contract in the rubber as it pushes each bark from deep inside itself - expressing itself in the only way it seems to know how. Each bark arouses this perverse animal even more - and the glossy sheathed cock jumps and thumps against it’s rubberised belly.

“GOOD DOG!!!” - the Boss laughs and rubs the pup’s head, strokes down it’s back and pats it’s rubberised arse; his other hand rests on his own crotch - equally as aroused by this creatures’ show of animal affection and pleasure...


From a pocket the Boss pulls a rag - holds it to the dog’s nose as if to wipe the water from it’s muzzle. The acrid, masculine smell of the poppers soaked cloth hits - within the rubber the pup’s heart beats hard - and a hungry “WUUFFF!” bubbles up from deep within it...!

The Boss reaches down and cups the head in his hands - as though desperate for support, the pup leans it’s body into His legs - it’s head seems heavy and sinks into His hands. It tries to look up through the hood - up into the Boss’s face - another, quieter, questioning bark escapes it...

“It’s OK pup - let it go” He croons at his suddenly groggy dog “poor lil’ pup! it’s OK - good dog - let go to yer Boss, let go to yer Daddy...”

All the time - he strokes and pets the rubber skin - strokes the head, scratches the ears... He kneels down onto one knee, carefully moves his feet and legs to provide more support for the dog’s weight - as it takes another deep hit of the poppers it’s entire body now leans into His legs - submissively, completely, trustingly...

With his touch you see a shudder travel over the dog’s rubberskin and underlying muscle - a “WUFF!” escapes through the muffling rag; bleary eyes struggle to focus up onto His face.

“Yes pup - your Boss sees you! That’s a good dog! - let go pup - let go to the feelings: let go to the pup you know you are”

Holding and stroking the dog’s head, the Boss stares deep into it’s eyes - croons support and encouragement to His pup - looking for the surrender and acceptance that lets Him know this dog is ready...

“Yeah- my good lil’ pup - my drugged and fucked-up lil’ pet... let go pup - let go to the change... let ya Boss help you - let Him transform you - let him make you the rubber-dog that ya know you are...!”

With each word the dog’s cock starts to pulse and swell between it’s rubberised haunches - it’s tapering red head pushing further from the sheath that holds it to it’s belly.

“Good dog!” the Boss encourages and croons - “yeah - that’s my horny lil’ pup!”

He licks a finger and circles it around the throbbing head...

Unnaturally bright eyes blink and stare from the rubberised muzzle - gaze up into it’s Boss’s eyes. Another bark bubbles up from inside the rubberised form... with it the dog seems to shake itself and it pulls itself up onto all fours: the head raised high and the back curved - like a dog on show - tail high and proud...

“GOOD BOY!!” The Boss strokes and pats his pet - the circling finger pushes into the sheath as the pup’s cock begins to drool precum... the other hand wraps around it’s hanging balls and gives them a gentle tug...


The dog gives a deep “WUFF!” of appreciation and wags it’s arse harder - the Boss smiles to see the tension in it’s haunches as it tries not to hump his warm strong hand.

“yeah - good dog! that’s it ain’t it pup? - yer a good lil’ dog - MY dog!”

“WUUFFF!!!” - the dog leans it’s head over into the Boss’s side, a pink tongue pokes out of the rubber hood and licks His hand - his wrist - his arm... the rubber and the Boss’s words taking the pup over - every word, every stroke taking it deeper into the dog it resembles and is now becoming.

“GOOD BOY! - yeah, my pup!”

The Boss looks over his dog - releases it’s cock and pats the wagging arse... With His touch the pup wags it’s arse even stronger - looks up into His eyes and gives a questioning bark...

“Ah! - my pup is missing something is it?”

The dog goes down onto it’s it’s mitted front paws - raises it’s arse in the air and gives a playful “WUFFF!!”

“OK then pup - 1 second...”

He moves over to the cupboards - the pup makes to move with him, but the Boss turns:

“NO pup! - Sit!, STAY!”

The dog’s rubberised rump instantly hits the floor - and it’s cock jumps at this show of obedience

“GOOD BOY!” - and the cock bounces even higher at His praise...

The Boss turns from the cupboards, a long piece of moulded rubber in his hands...

“The last piece of the puzzle...”

He smiles to see his pup, sitting obedient and alert - then:

“HEEL BOY!”

The pup is a blur as it skitters across the floor - eager to obey and please it’s Master; it’s rubberised body wraps around his legs until it sits tight against his left side, head looking up and leaning into his hip.

“GOOD BOY!” He lets the pup scent the rubber on His hands for a moment, then:

“On my Boots, Pup!”

At the command the pup whips around to sit in front of it’s Master - With it’s tailless arse raised high in the air it buries it’s head down onto His boots and takes a long shuddering sniff of the well oiled leather. With another “WUUUFF!” the pup greedily starts to work on it’s Boss’s boots - the pink tongue shoots out and trails from toe to heel - slicking the leather in wet drool. With each lick it loses itself more completely into the smell and taste of it’s Master.

With His pup busy showing it’s devotion to His boots, the Boss reaches over and back and strokes the rubber of it’s arse.

“Such a nice arse - but it just ain’t a dog’s arse is it pup? - can’t have a pup without a tail to wag, eh...?”

Muzzle buried deep into it’s Boss’s boot leather, all the pup can let out is a muffled WUFF of agreement...

“That’s it pup - you lose yerself in yer Boss’s smells whilst he attends to things.”

He reaches into a pocket, pulls out a clear rubber glove - pulls it onto His hand; with the other He reaches down and probes the smooth rubber covering the dog’s glossy crack...

“Ah - here it is...!” lubed rubber fingers seem to slip through the rubber and into the dog - with a muffled grunt and bark, the dog goes still - pants and drools into the warm wet leather as it struggles to open itself to the probing lubing fingers slowly, expertly fucking it’s arse...

“Good boy - you just relax and eat boots pup - open up fer yer Boss...”

One circling finger still inside His pup, He picks up the rubber plug - lube shines off it as He brings it around to his pup’s now twitching hungry arse - buried in His 20-holers the hooded head is groaning and grunting - taking deep sniffs of it’s Boss’s leather - with each panted breath it seems to relax more - almost as if His smell brings it deeper into submission and acceptance...

Lubed and glistening, the plug is pressed up to the dog’s arse - hungry from the Boss’s attentions, it twitches through the reinforced hole in the smooth rubberised suit...

“OK pup - here ya go - here’s ya tail...!”

With a firm slow push, the Boss squeezes the plug through the rubberised hole and into the yielding ring of muscle... As it stretches the dog pants harder and works it’s face deeper into His boot leather - hungrily drinking in it’s Master’s smell and warmth and touch - drawing strength from Him to take this pain - to accept it and let it change it for Him...

With a final push, the plug slips in all the way - and the tight hole squeezes shut around the tapered base...

It’s muzzle buried in it’s Boss’s boots, wet with drool and polish, the dog gives a muffled grunt of confusion and satisfaction - it raises it’s head from it’s Master’s boots, looks over one shoulder - and a startled bark escapes it at the sight of the foot-long tapering rubber tail that now pokes from it’s smooth glossy arse...!

The rubber tail flexes and moves with the pup’s startled movement - and another, deeper grunt is forced from it’s throat as the vibration travels down the rubber and into the plug buried deep in it’s hole...

It twitches those muscles again - testing, exploring: with each twitch the whole length moves and “wags” just like a real dog’s tail...!

watching, the Boss smiles:

“Yeah pup - that’s it - wag yer tail fer yer Boss like a real puppy!”

With his words the dog gives a big WUUFF!!! - and a shake of it’s arse that sets the tail thrashing - as each vibration travels down the rubber and into the plug the movement drives the dog even wilder- and it’s cock bobs and pulses in time.

“OK pup - NOW yer my dog!”

With His words, the dog barks loudly - tail wagging hard and sheathed cock bouncing and dripping onto the tiled floor.

“Pup wanna see itself eh? pup want to see how it is Boss’s lil rubber dog...?”

The Boss snaps a lead onto the collar - leads the pup on all fours to the wall - where a floor length mirror fills the view - as the pup sees it’s own reflection it tenses for a moment - holds back and pulls on the chain - a momentary look of fear flashes through it’s eyes - and a deep growl rumbles up from it’s throat...

The Boss laughs - and gives the chain a quick tug

“C’mon pup - who’s this then, eh? whose the big black rubber dog?”


The pup sniffs - and the rubber muzzle twitches and moves - cautious eyes stare out of the glossy face - a deep questioning “wuff” escapes it as the pup moves forward - almost touches noses with it’s own glossy reflection in the mirror... the hooded head swings around to look up at the Boss, where He stands behind it, watching - another “wuff...?”

“Yeah pup - that’s you! - yer a real doggy now - the Bosses rubber doggie”

With that, the Boss crouches down onto one knee - drapes an arm around the pup’s back and meets it’s questioning eyes in the mirror.

“Go on pup - look - look deep. See - ya *are* a dog - just like I told you. See look: you have a a nice glossy rubber coat - a beautiful muzzle and attentive ears... my eager little pup’s true face at last”

The Boss continues to stare into His pup’s eyes - and gently strokes it’s rubber head and back - hands and eyes confirming each word - each Truth... the pup watches it’s own reflection - and stares deep into the Boss’s eyes - accepting, confirming, surrendering to the Truth in His words with each touch...

“See pup - you *are* a dog - you have a muzzle, you have paws, you even have a tail...!”

The thick rubber thumps upon the floor, and the pup leans it’s glossy body into the Boss’s leg - though it’s eyes never leave His face, His eyes. Beneath the rubber, the eyes shine as the pup feeds on it’s own reflection - drinking in this new reality...

The Boss notices and deepens His voice - croons the Truths the pup needs to hear:

“Yes pup - look at yerself pup - you are a rubberdog, aren’t you pup - you’re MY rubberdog pup. You must be a dog - just look at yourself pup - look and know it’s true - *feel* it pup. See - yer rubber skin, yer lovely paws, that beautiful alert doggy face - that thick glossy rubber tail... yeah pup - yer a dog. You look like a dog, yer on all fours like a dog - you've got a lovely big black tail like a dog - fuck pup, you’ve even got my collar on - see, I told you pup - yer a dog - just a beautiful rubber pet fer your Boss and Master!”

With each word, the pup’s eyes shine more - it’s sheathed cock throbs and the tail beats a slow rhythm against the floor - it’s rubberised and transformed body leans harder into the Boss’s leg in surrender as the rubber, and the plug, and the poppers, and the moment are all conspiring - eroding the boy even more - eating away at his concept of himself - feeding into his own perversion and desires - eating into his fantasy and making it real - making *him* real - a real dog, here and now: a dog for his master - a dog for his Boss; his humanity surrendered for a rubberskin and a collar - and the knowledge that it will be cared for, and free to love without question...

“Yer pup - my pup - my beautiful rubber doggie” The Boss strokes and fusses His pet - rubs over it’s smooth and lubed rubber skin - hands rub and probe and press and stroke - and under the touch and the words and the need the dog shudders with pleasure and hunger - a small whine escapes it’s rubberised jaws - and it leans it’s head over to it’s Boss to gently lick His face, His nose, His neck...

“yeah! - good pup!” the Boss laughs - grabs it’s rubberised jowls and kisses the end of it’s rubber nose. The dog gives a big bark of love and devotion - the eyes within the hood now show the barest glimmer of awareness or humanity: the pup is so close now - so close to letting go forever - becoming the pup His Boss wants him to be completely...

The Boss sees it too - smiles His smile - and strokes the head - staring into those eyes - drinking in the surrender that He finds there...

“Almost there now pup” He quietly whispers...

The pup’s ears perk - and it cocks it’s head - a paw reaches up and rests on the Boss’s leg; the tongue pokes out - pink and wet... a small whine escapes it.

The Boss strokes it’s face once more - then turns it’s head to face the mirror - watches it look at it’s own reflection one last time - and sees what He needed to see - sees the sheathed cock stiffen one last time... With a grin, He reaches into a pocket, pulls out a tight rubber glove, lubes his palm...

“One last thing pup - to be a dog - a *real* dog - yer gotta cum like a dog... one last bit of cum ta seal ya in - to make this real - to make ya mine...”

He holds the pup’s gaze, locks onto it in the reflection - knows that it can see itself now completely - sees the rubber, sees the hood and the paws and the tail - sees the modifications He has made to it - but almost sees them now as real - sees it look at the rubberised hood and muzzle and think of itself as this: as this hood, this skin, this dog...

The lubed palm reaches down - gently strokes the stiffening dog-cock that pushes from the sheath... with a grunt and whine, the dog wags it’s tail, goes up onto all fours, raises it’s arse and gives it’s tail an involuntary wag. With each lubed stroke the dog melts further into the rubber and the boy dissolves - forgets, surrenders - gives himself over completely to the moment - to these feelings, to this need. Gives himself over to becoming what he has always wanted to be: a dog, just a dog - a rubber dog for his Master - a loved and cared for and obedient pet...

The boss stares into it’s eyes - strokes it’s cock with expert, lubed fingers - watches hungrily as He sees the boy dissolve into the rubber - into His dog... Feels the dog start to hump His hand - involuntary, instinctive - knows it is close - close to letting go, to cumming, to surrendering - close to shooting out the last dregs of it’s humanity and becoming nothing but His dog - permanently bonded to Him - to this identity - the poppers and the rubber and the cum irrevocably rewriting it’s reality, it’s identity - sees the dog inside grow - sees it flood the shreds of it’s befuddled mind and finally take over completely...

And into His palm He feels the first pulses of His dog’s new cock - as with a huge deep bark and growl His new dog finally cums - shoots wads of dog-spunk over His hands, His jeans, His boots - humps His hand, tail thrashing, head and neck raised high.

His pup cumming like a dog - cumming *as* a dog - cumming for the first time, cumming for the last time; cums and surrenders and seals itself to it’s fate - becomes His forever:

His dog, His pup - His pet...