Bounder 1

Mike blinked. He was suddenly alone. He looked down at himself and quickly went through in his mind what was going on. He was naked and chained to a dog kennel outside. He had the biggest erection of his life, but couldn’t get anywhere near it, and the only thing he had for company were two dog bowls filled with some water and a can of pedigree chum! He lay down as best he could and tried to figure out how he had gotten himself into this.

Some time before:
Mike looked at his watch as he got off the bus. It was Friday evening around 6. Mike was still early. He had been invited round to Sam’s houses for the weekend. Mike had been friends with Sam for a long time, ever since they had met in the gay bar in town. Mike hadn’t fallen for Sam straight away, but had eventually found that he liked him, which soon led on to an attraction that Sam was only too happy to respond to. They weren’t going out, but they both knew they could call on each other any time they needed anything. When Sam had offered Mike the chance to stay over for the weekend, Mike had jumped at the opportunity, hoping for a fantastically enjoyable few days.
Mike approached the house and rang the doorbell. Sam quickly appeared at the door and let Mike in. After a quick kiss at the door, Sam led Mike upstairs and into the second bedroom, which was usually referred to as the “fun room.” Mike was surprised, but quite pleased that they were going straight for the fun. Usually, he would be offered a drink and they would sit down and chat for a bit, but Mike was never able to keep calm and his mind occupied when he knew what the two of them would be getting up to later on.
They entered the room and Mike saw the table set up in the centre as usual. It was one with leather cuffs at the corners to allow people to be pinned, spread across the table. Usually it was face down! He also saw the chest that held all the toys and equipment that was used, but this time, there was a box next to it that hadn’t been opened. Before he could ask, Sam told him to strip. Mike was quite shocked at this second change in the schedule and realized it definitely wasn’t going to be an ordinary weekend. He stripped quickly, throwing his clothes into a pile in the corner. He then sat on the table looking at Sam.
Sam returned the quizzical look with a smile and started talking. “Do you remember when we were talking about fantasies a while ago? Well I was thinking about yours. I know how you like bondage and all that, but I also remember you talking about imagining yourself as one of those dog slaves. I’ve done a bit of research and I’ve got this weekend planned for you. Hardy is over at my sisters for the weekend, but I didn’t want to spend the time without a dog, so that’s where you come in. So lay down on your back and we can begin”
While Sam had been talking, Mike had gotten steadily more aroused, and now his dick was extremely hard and it was sticking up like a flagpole.
Mike lay on the table while Sam started attaching the cuffs round his wrists and ankles. When all the buckles were all securely fastened, Sam retrieved a gag from a box, which he pushed into Mike’s mouth. He then picked up a can of shaving foam and started spraying it over Mike’s groin. Mike couldn’t believe what he was doing. He hadn’t said anything about shaving him. Sam then got a disposable razor and started scraping off the foam, along with all of Mikes pubic hair. Mike noticed that he was very careful not to cut him at all, but when he was finished, Mike had no hair surrounding his groin whatsoever. Sam stroked the freshly shaved area sending a shiver down Mike’s spine and said, “That’s better. Dogs don’t have pubic hair now do they?” He felt slightly humiliated, had been marked as a slave, and a dog at that!
Sam stepped over to the box and picked out a set of leather dog paw mitts. Mike had seen these before on the Internet. Totally surrounding his hand in a fist shape, they were locked onto him with two tiny pad locks, which shut with a small click. Mike was extremely hard now and he longed for his dick to be stroked and to be allowed to cum, but he knew that with the paws locked on him he wouldn’t be doing anything of the sort until his new Master allowed. The thought of having Sam being his Master while he was a dog excited Mike to further new heights.
Sam stepped over to the box again and picked out a black and brown leather hood. Mike could make out a long muzzle shape and realized what it was. The prospect of wearing this for the weekend sent him into further sexual frustration. Sam undid the ball gag and slid the hood over Mike’s head, zipping it up at the back. Mike sucked in the smell of the leather and knew he had to cum. He pulled at the manacles at his wrists, trying to get at his penis, but couldn’t move. The frustration was killing him. He just had to lie there on the table and allow Sam to take complete control over him.
As if reading his mind, Sam returned to the box and picked out a black, leather, studded dog collar, complete with a dog tag in the shape of a bone. He slid this round Mikes neck and buckled it, saying the words “And now you are my dog!”
The shackles were quickly undone and Mike rolled off the table and onto the floor, standing on all fours. He so badly wanted to start trying to toss himself off, but knew that it would probably be futile with the paws on. Sam reached down to his collar and snapped a leash onto the d-ring. He then started leading him out of the room. Mike followed and felt the strangest sensations coming from his groin. He couldn’t quite describe the feeling of walking on his hands and knees, with no pubic hair, and his bald groin rubbing against his incredibly hard penis. All he could think was that it felt so good! Sam stopped at a full-length mirror and Mike saw himself for the first time. The hood looked incredible, and Mike could make out two ear shapes on the top of his head. The sight of himself as a dog turned him on so much, he felt like he could screw Sam all night without stopping. Sam leant down and patted him on the head, saying, “Aren’t you a good dog?” At this humiliating comment, Mike knew he was in for a fantastic weekend.
Sam suddenly turned and started walking down the stairs. Mike had no option but to follow. As he got to the stairs, he let his legs drag behind him and slid down using his arms to stop himself. It was the only thing he could think of to avoid falling. But Sam didn’t stop there. He kept walking round through the kitchen and towards the back door. Mikes heart started beating faster. He didn’t quite know what was about to happen, but as Sam reached for the handle to the back door, he quickly guessed. Sam opened the door to the back yard and lead Mike through. He then took him straight over to the dog pen, a large chain link cage, which was about 5 meters long and wide, but only 2 meters high. Sam’s real dog Hardy, a German shepherd, was kept in here usually, and the pen already had two shiny silver dog bowls inside, plus a dog kennel in the corner. Sam opened the pen door and pulled Mike inside. He then took him over to the kennel and picked up the chain that was attached to the front of it. Mike felt the leash being unclipped from his collar, and a much heavier chain being clipped on. Sam then reached on top of the kennel and brought down a long bar of metal. Mike instantly recognised it as a spreader bar, usually used to stop someone closing their legs. But Sam buckled the strap at one end to Mike’s wrist, and then did the same with the other end. He then stood up and looked down at Mike saying, “Hope you don’t mind, but the bar is to stop you playing naughty little doggie games without me.” Mike suddenly realized that he was right. With his arms 2 foot apart, he was never going to be able to make himself come. Sam then moved the two bowls, putting them down in front of him. One was filled with water, the other with dog food. Sam patted him on the head again and said, “I’m going to be gone for a while. You be a good little dog and stay right here for me and you might get a present later.” With that he turned round, walked out of the pen, closed the gate locking it with a large pad lock and walked back into the house. Mike blinked…

For two hours now he had been alone. He figured Sam had left the house because he hadn’t seen him again. His erection long since disappeared, he was merely waiting for Sam’s return. He had tried in vain to make himself come a few times, but realized it wasn’t going to happen. He had drunk some of the water, but couldn’t bring himself to eat the cold, brown chunks in the bowl next to it, even though he was starting to feel slightly hungry.
Suddenly he heard the door open and Sam walked out carrying a bag. Mike stood up on his hands and knees and looked at him approach. Sam unlocked the gate and walked in. Dropping the bag by the kennel, he turned to Mike and said, “I have a name for you. I’ve chosen the name Bounder. From now on, you will only respond to that name.” He then looked down at the bowls. A thought process seemed to pass through his mind, and when he looked back at Mike he said, “ For being such a good little doggie while I was away, I’ve got that present for you.” Mike instantly started listening more closely. Waiting anxiously for Sam to speak, he could only imagine what it could be. Sam saw this and then said “But first you’ve got to really become a dog, and eat your dinner”
Mikes heart fell. Knowing what Sam was like, he would have to eat the whole bowl before he got anything. He dipped his head down, but before he could start, the hood was pulled from his head. Sam quickly said, “It will be a lot quicker without that in the way.” Mike didn’t look back at him but pushed his head into the bowl and took a mouthful. It tasted foul. Mike wanted to spit it out, but knew there was no point. He would just have to lick it up again. He swallowed as soon as he was able and took another bite. He carried on like this until there were just a few spots left. He looked up at Sam hopefully, but Sam just nodded back, as if to say, and the rest. Mike licked the last few bits up and looked back. Sam smiled back and patted him on the head, telling him what a good dog he was. Mike felt totally humiliated. He quickly had a drink of water, to try and get rid of the taste, but to no avail. Sam slid the hood back over Mike’s head and zipped it closed. He then went to the bag and pulled out a dog muzzle. A real dog muzzle! Mike totally forgot about the food and stared at it in amazement. Sam placed the open end of the basket by Mikes face and pulled the side straps round his head. He buckled them and then pulled the top strap over, attaching it to the neck straps. Mikes erection quickly returned. He was wearing a real dog muzzle! What a present, but as if that wasn’t enough, Sam then pulled a brown leather harness out of the bag. Mike could hardly believe it, but then Sam undid the arm spreader and the chain to his collar and slid the harness up Mike’s arms, over his head and around his body, buckling it tightly underneath Mike’s torso. Sam reattached the heavy chain to Mikes collar and stood back looking at him. Mike felt his penis throbbing with frustration. He just wanted to toss himself off right now, but Sam had other ideas. He reached down and put the arm spreader back on Mikes wrists. Mike was slightly shocked at this. He had half thought Sam might take him for a walk. Sam then picked up the bag, Mike suddenly feared he was going to leave again, but instead he moved round behind him. Mike tried to look round but felt Sam’s hand push his face to the front. He felt Sam run his hand across his backside and felt another shiver run through him. He heard Sam say “Submit” and so he did. He pushed his arms out in front of him and pushed his nose to the ground, leaving his rear end sticking up to the sky. He heard Sam undoing his flies and felt his hands reach across his back and grab hold of the harness. He knew what was coming and prepared himself to be fucked. Sam must have already had an erection and Mike felt him push himself a small way inside his arse, and then again pushing further this time. Mike’s dick pushed itself out again and became fully erect while Sam kept pushing back and forth, moving deeper inside until he was fully inside Mike. He said, “This is your present Bounder. Be a good doggie and take your masters cum.” He sped up, pushing harder and harder, pulling on the harness, until Mike felt him stop and start shuddering, saying, “Good boy, good dog.” Mike was also incredibly close to coming and wished for Sam to quickly reach under and toss him off. But then Sam slowly pulled himself out. Mike heard Sam telling him to remain still, so he did, hoping to be given the relief he had been waiting for all night. Sam reached into the bag again and pulled something long, black and thin out. He held it in front of Mike’s face and mike saw it was a kind of butt plug that had been extended into the shape of a tail. Sam withdrew it and Mike felt him start to push it inside him. Mike’s dick instantly hardened again, and when Sam finished pushing it in, he knew he had a tail. Sam stood up and said, “That is your new tail Bounder. You do look like a very good dog with it in. It will also help to keep your masters cum inside you all night. I hope you like it. Give it a wag like a good dog.” Mike did as he was told, wagging the new tail from left to right. He felt an enormous pressure on his prostate gland and felt like he was ready to ejaculate. Sam moved round in front again and knelt down. He undid the muzzle and took hold of Mike’s collar and pulled him toward his groin saying, “Be a good dog and clean your master cock.” Mike did so, eagerly licking the semen from Sam’s dick, wanting to please his new master. Once he had finished, Sam buckled the muzzle back on him again, but tighter this time, then stood up and picked up the bag. He then turned and smacked Mike on the arse as hard as he could. Mike jumped and yelped in pain. Sam smiled and said, “That’s better. I like my dogs to bark properly. Right, I’m going to bed. Goodnight Bounder. I’ll see you in the morning. Oh, and I want to hear you barking nice and loudly as soon as the sun comes up tomorrow like a good little dog.”
With that, he walked out of the cage, locked the gate again, and went inside. Mike stared after him in disbelief. He still hadn’t cum! Mike suddenly realized that he was still wearing the muzzle. He couldn’t use his mouth to undo the mitts even if he wanted to escape. He had been left outside, chained to the kennel, locked inside the pen, unable to jack off with a butt plug holding cum inside him for what looked like the rest of the night. He couldn’t believe it. He felt like he was ready to burst with all the sexual frustration. He half hoped Sam would come back and quickly relieve him, but soon realized that this wasn’t the case. He really was a dog slave now. He bowed his head, almost in submission, and crawled back into the kennel, the chain heavily dragging along the ground behind him. He lay down, still with an erection from the butt plug. It was dark, but he knew that it was going to be a nightmare trying to sleep. He would just have to wait until sunrise, start barking, and hope that Sam decided to be nice to him.