Dog Days

Author: BDSMdogboy
Title: Dog Days
Date: 22 June 2005

by bdsmdogboy

The following story, although containing some fact from my experiences/life, is written as fiction. Names have been changed and any similarities between real persons are not intended. Please send your comments about this story to bdsmdogboy@aol.com, as it is my first attempt at writing one be gentle. =D

I came out of the closet to myself, and family, in late 1995 at age 24. I was in the Navy at that time going through the Naval Justice School in Rhode Island. Before that, and looking back, I probably came out to myself, at least unconsciously, back in Junior High School. Up until 1995, my thing was just the male physique. You know, no nudity, guys on underwear packages, locker room changes for P.E., and so forth. The thought of sex with a guy never really crossed my mind.

Between 1992 and 1995 I was stationed at the Naval Submarine Base at Point Loma, near San Diego, CA. Only bar I had been to, gay or otherwise, was a place called “The Hole In The Wall”, which, ironically, was located just outside the main gate of the old recruit training base there. Yeah, was nervous as hell every time I went in that place thinking someone was watching it or me.

Until late 1995 I never thought about leather, dominance, submission or things like that. It wasn’t until I started writing the letter to my parents telling them I was gay that it occurred to me what I was and am. My roommate while in the justice school bought a porno magazine, Hustler or something of the like. Curiosity got the better of me and I started flipping through the pages of it while he was gone for the weekend. In it, I came across a two-page picture of a woman and a man. The woman was wearing dominatrix leather and holding a leash that ran to the other side of picture where the man was. He was on all fours, riding saddle on his back, leather black shorts, training bit/harness on his head (which is where the leash or reins connected to that the woman was holding), black military boots, and hands in a fist. He had this look of obedience on his face, yet also the look of trying to escape his imprisonment. It was then I realized what I was and was into.

After I completed the justice school, I was stationed in Norfolk, VA at the Navy Legal Services Office on the Naval Operating Base (NOB for short)…yeah, I was in JAG, best describe my job as that of Petty Office Tyler (tyner, or whatever his name is, the Admiral’s ‘secretary’) on the actual show. I got braver and more confident going out to the bars there, my main hangout was a place called, “The Garage” which was a levis bar, but also had a “secondary” bar in it called “The Otherside” which was a country/western bar. Going out to the bar was more of a social life for me than a hooking up with someone, and still is. Met quite a few fellow sailors, and their lovers, there at that bar. It was at this point, and all through my time until about 2000, that I would find dominant men through friends at the bar (it was also the leather bar for Norfolk) or online both local and in Washington, D.C. and Richmond, VA.

Allot of people ask me what my experience has been in, or what have I done. To most boys, I’m still a novice. My experiences have been just been overnight sessions of tie me up, fuck me, and dismiss me. A few dominant men that I have met have had the pleasure of keeping me for the weekend or longer, and those men I value as true Masters and still actually communicate with a few of them to this day.

The past five years have been pretty dull in my life having been stationed in Okinawa, Japan while I was in the Marines and then to Camp Pendleton, CA between San Diego and Los Angeles. It was there that I met and started a friendship with HIM…

Michael was a Master that I had met online and would meet in person time and again for nothing more than friendly company. HE and I never had sex together, although HE did teach me many things about some basic etiquette and mannerisms of the leather community. HE even introduced me to fellow leather men/boys he knew in the Los Angeles and San Diego areas. As time proceeded, Michael learned more and more about me and I with HIM. Michael knew I was into the dog scene even back when it wasn’t that much popular (pretty much since I saw the pic in that magazine, granted it was horse, but I saw dog)…

Michael was into rubber, something I have yet to experience, as well as leather. HE told me many times, “One of these days I’m going to design a dog suit and a boy suit and makes tons of money.” I always laughed it off knowing that such suits were more easily discussed than made. But one day, Michael invited me out to HIS place during a 4-day weekend due to the holiday season. Being the obedient and curious pup I am, I obeyed, thinking it was a weekend of hanging out and talking. Unknown to me at the time, it was also the weekend of the Los Angeles Mr. Leather Contest.

Hearing this I was ecstatic, thinking I would finally be a part of a leather event, helping set things up, watching the contest, meeting the contestants, and so forth. So without hesitation I volunteered myself up for anything Michael needed me for…that was my last big mistake. Michael took me to his dungeon, a place I had been to many times but never a resident of. In the center of dungeon was a package that HE said was my uniform while with him during the weekend and events. Knowing Michael, I knew it was a rubber suit of some sort and was anxious to try it, just happy in that I was going to help with things surrounding the contest.

Although it was Thursday night and the contest wasn’t until Saturday night, Michael wanted me to wear the suit for an hour to ensure it was made properly and it would hold up its durability. My jaw dropped when I saw the suit. Michael allowed me to look the suit over before helping me into it. It was made of rubber, but about a half-inch to an inch thick. The feet were closed off into a shoe attached to the suit, as were the hands, which were molded into puppy paws. Placing my arm inside of the suit, my hand was forced into a fist and kept rigid. Imagine sticking your arm straight out in front of you and making a fist, and unable to bend your wrist. The paws were heavily padded and the wrist and part of the forearm area was reinforced. The areas where your knees are were also heavily padded and it seemed like some other items could be attached to it. Not knowing what from what, I assumed it was for restraining the wearer down to a suspension cable or table.

There was also a hood in the shape of a dog’s face. The rubber was only about a half inch thick except for around the ears, which seemed to be about an inch. The muzzle of the hood was short and the dog’s mouth was shaped in an O, to allow the insertion of a straw for drinking, a cock, gag, or even, due to its closeness to a real person’s face, the allowance of lapping or eating through it.

I was getting very excited from the suit and Michael noticed. One rule in HIS house, HIS boy or not, all boys would be naked upon entering, and so I had no means of hiding my hard on concerning the suit.

“That’s enough, pup, time to see if it fits”, HE said. Looking down at my cock and then at the suit, I had the biggest smile I ever had.

Getting into the suit was no problem. It fit like a glove. When Michael placed the hood on me, it was then I realized something I overlooked. On the inside of the hood, was a very small and well-placed gag that forced my mouth open and kept it open. The eyes were not very big, allowing me only a pinhole version of sight in both eyes. Overall, the suit felt great. There was no zipper for the hood; it was simply pulled on, as uncomfortable as it was getting on, once in place, it fit like a glove.

Michael finished helping me in the suit and pulled my cock and balls through a small opening in the crotch. It wasn’t until HE had me get on all fours that I felt something on my ass. The suit was zipped shut, from the back, the opening ran from the top of my ass crack to the bottom of my neck. Michael fondled my ass and while HE was playing with it, aligned the opening to my ass, smoothing out the suit. HE then proceeded to add the tail, another piece of the suit I overlooked. It was attached to the suit on the outside. It was a butt plug, that when removed, would allow access to my hole or the expelling of waste. When inserted, it fully plugged my ass and there was no chance I would ever forget it was there. The plug was bigger than I was used to, but Michael, being the Master HE is, forced into me. Not like I could complain much with the hood on. Being plugged, I also realized it had a tail end that was exposed out to add to the suit purpose. Feeling the tail wag under my every movement and muscle contraction, kept me hard and if touched, I’m sure I would have came right there.

Michael then, what felt like smoothing out the rubber, placed HIS hands on my back and ran them down from my neck to my ass. HE then added a two-inch leather collar onto my neck. Not hearing any lock placed on the collar, I assumed Michael was keeping HIS word of only seeing if the suit fitted properly. Unknown to me at the time, when Michael placed HIS hands on my back, he was actually folding over a piece of rubber and gluing it in place, thus concealing and locking me into the suit. The collar HE placed on me was indeed secured. It was secured via lock at the front of my neck, not the back, hence why I never felt nor heard a lock close down. Feeling the weight of it now, I’m sure it had to be one of those heavy-duty industrial locks.

Michael then had me roll over on to my back and proceeded to finish with the suit. I was partially corrected about the kneepads. They were used for attaching equipment to, but not along the lines of what I was thinking. I heard the distinct sound and feel of leather and metal being placed around my knees and ankles. My ankles were being secured to my thighs with some sort of device.

It was then I felt the presence of someone else in the room with us. While Michael was fiddling with my ankles and thighs and knees, I felt another pair of hands on my cock and balls. Someone had placed a two-pound ball stretcher and rubber sheath on them. The tip of my cock was exposed, but the rest of it was encased in rubber, even when soft. I started to protest at this point and that’s when I heard confirmation of another person.

“Michael has told me much about you, pup. I have been looking for a pup without much experience to train as my own. A novice pup is much easily trained than an experienced one, as there are no bad habits or old habits to erase and retrain. My name is unimportant to you, as you will only call me MASTER, should the gag in the hood ever be removed. Otherwise, you will service me in silence.” With that, I felt his hands on my wrists and he climbed on top of my chest. The next thing I felt was his cock entering the gag’s opening and going down my throat. He must have been at least eight or nine inches and thick, but was easily entered into the gag. The hole must’ve been made specifically for the thickness of his cock. Not being used to a cock that thick forced into my mouth, the gagging reflex kicked in. MASTER would ease up and then continue forward and did so until his cock was in my mouth to the hilt. We stayed like that for what seemed eternity to me.

“You belong to me now, as my dog. You will be treated as nothing else and trained as one. The ball stretcher on you is also incorporated with a shock device. This is the highest setting.”

I felt an unbearable pain in my cock and balls. Had it not been for the gag or MASTER’s cock, I would have yelled loud enough for people in China to hear me.

“Behave and do as you’re told, when told to do it, and you will never feel that. Attempt to escape or otherwise free yourself, and…” again, I felt the high setting of the electricity in my groin. “Freedom and choice is no longer a concern for you. You will do as I say or be punished. The suit Michael and I have designed will keep you on all fours; your days of walking upright are over. Your days as a dog have begun.”

MASTER then pulled his cock out and amidst the choking and gagging; the loudest pop I ever heard accompanied it. Feeling no hands hold me back, I promptly tried to get away. MASTER was right, after turning myself over; I was unable to stand upright. I was stuck on all fours. The only thing I could do with my legs were to get into a dog’s begging position. I proceeded to lie down and attempt to get at the zipper and collar to remove them. Without luck, I then went on trying everything I could. MASTER just stood there watching me and grinning. Michael was in the corner behind HIM. I went on for about an hour trying this and that to get out of the suit.

Finally, I started for Michael; MASTER intercepted me with a shock to my groin. I fell flat on the floor.

“Bad dog. As I said, behave, and you be rewarded and fine. Michael here is an ex-boy of mine. He seeks a boy of his own now. That is one reason why you two never played together. He seeks a boy, not a dog. I however, seek, and have found my dog, in you. Now, you will thank him properly, pup.”

Hesitating for a few seconds I felt the shock in the groin but not as unbearable. “NOW”, MASTER said. Having been to many dog sites and from talks, I knew how to greet men in dog mode. I approached Michael and buried my face into his crotch and sniffed. He offered his hand and I licked it.

“Good dog. Michael, give him his reward.” With that, Michael opens his jeans and offered his cock to me. Not wanting to feel another shock, I took it without hesitation. Michael eased himself to the floor and, not wanting to be shocked, I followed, keeping his cock in my mouth. In such a position, my ass was now upright and exposed.

MASTER came in behind me and removed the plug without a care as to my reaction. He then hammered his cock into my ass. Normally, I would be excited my this sort of three way suck and fuck fest, but I was obeying out of fear of shock, not sexual arousal.

“Looks like someone is learning their place,” Michael said. And to my surprise, he was right. My cock was hard in its captivity but fully. The rubber encasement it was placed in prevented me from becoming fully erect, thus preventing true sexual release for me.

The three of us went on for hours like this. MASTER invading my ass with his cock and me pleasuring Michael’s cock. Sometimes, Michael would rollover and allowed me to rim his ass, a past time I’ve always enjoyed. Michael was truly trained by my MASTER, as I felt MASTER cum into my ass; Michael also came in my mouth, holding my head into his crotch so that I was forced to take every drop. After cleaning their cocks off, MASTER replaced the plug into my ass.

“We have preparations to finish, pup, you will remain here. Again, behave, and you will be rewarded. I suggest you best get some sleep while you can, you have a long ride ahead of you in your cage in my truck and upon arrival, your training will commence.” As they left the dungeon, MASTER and Michael looked at me and smiled. I had no choice but to do as told. There was no way I could get out of the dungeon in this condition…let alone the leash that they attached to my collar during the sex. I was chained to the floor with enough chain to move around, but short enough to prevent me getting within 10 feet of the door. I was truly trapped…

It has been 2 years since my abduction. MASTER has shown me newspaper articles, chat room talks, and other items showing that the search for me is over. My family and the police have listed me as missing and likely dead and buried. MASTER has brought on two other dogs since then. Although I am HIS #1 pup, I am bitch to both of them. Their cocks are not encased as mine and every time MASTER leaves the plug out of my ass, they make every use of it. Should you find yourself wanting to be a dog for a MASTER, be careful how you go about finding one, for it may be one has found you already…