Kidnapped (Part 2)

Kidnapped

Part 2

When I woke up, I knew something strange was going on. I was sleeping in a large basket on the floor, like a dog bed. Not far from the bed, there was a metal bowl on the floor with water in it. There were also a few dog toys, but then I noticed what I was wearing: there were leather mitts locked onto my hands, knee pads locked onto my knees, leather socks locked onto my feet, some kind of leather sheath was on my cock and balls and a collar of some kind was around my neck. I looked at the mitts and wondered if I get them off, but the leather from them worked up to my elbows and had multiple locks. I tried to feel the collar around my neck, but noticed that it was locked on too. It was strangely cold, like metal in some places (mostly near my throat) and there appeared to be some kind of box on one side. I had no idea what it was for. When I tried to stand up, the kneepads, which had metal braces on the sides, wouldn’t let my knees completely bend so I was forced to crawl out of bed. I walked on all fours to the door, but there was no handle on the inside. Angry, I started to bang on the door with my mitted hands and calling out John’s name.

Not long thereafter, I heard footsteps outside and the door opened. John was looking down at me and he looked mad. He had what looked like a small remote control in his right hand and he said to me, “I had hoped that I wasn’t going to have to use this, but you have given me no choice. You’ve been a bad dog making all that noise.�

With that, he pushed a button and there was a tremendous pain in my throat. I fell to the ground on my side, trying to fight the pain, but it wouldn’t go away. Then, as suddenly as it started it stopped and John said, “Matt, from now on, things are going to be different between us. You will become exactly what I want you to be and obey me without question. If you try to talk again, or start pounding on the door, I’ll just have to use the shock-collar on you again.�

I was so angry, but I knew that if I tried to do something, John would just shock the crap out of me again. Instead, I looked up at him and started to get to my feet, all four feet since I couldn’t stand on two legs.

“Now,� John started to say to me,�I’m going to explain exactly what is going on.�

I looked up at him and kept my mouth shut.

“We have been best friends for a very long time Matt, but deep down, I know that there are other feelings, much stronger feelings, that both of us have for one another. I couldn’t admit to you how strong those feelings are for you and I know that you, being basically straight, couldn’t help but share some of the feelings for me. For many years, I tried to date other guys, but none of them could make me feel like I do when I’m with you. I wanted you, but you wanted to be with Gina. As I dated and started to understand my own needs much better, I realized that I didn’t want to have an ordinary gay relationship. I need to be in control, in absolute control; and not just of anyone, but of you. That is why I bought this home and why you are here. I have been preparing for your arrival for some time, and with Gina away for a few days, I knew that this would be my last opportunity to get you. So Matt, you won’t be leaving, ever. This is now and forever your home and as you accept that and become what I expect you become, you will be happy and content. Right now, you’re upset, which I totally understand; but as I train you and mold you into my dog, you won’t really have any other choice but to accept it.�

“Dog?� I said, with my throat still burning.

“If you try to talk again, I’ll have to use the shock collar. I don’t want to use the shock collar on you, but if you continue to misbehave, I’ll have no choice,� warned John.

I looked down for a moment, wondering if John was going to shock me again, but then he continued, saying, “Yes, as I was saying and before you interrupted me, you are going to become a dog. The reason you are going to become a dog is simple: so that you cannot leave. So, in the coming weeks and months, you are going to learn how to live as a dog. You will eat as a dog, drink as a dog, shit and piss as a dog, bark as a dog (when I let you speak), play fetch, chew on your toys, etc. Also, I am going to physically change you. As you learn to live as a dog, physically, you really won’t have much of a choice anyway. Yes, there will be some pain associated with that, but once the changes are finished, the pain will cease and you will be a dog. Plain and simple. And, until I can trust you, you will spend the bulk of your time in this room. There is no way you can break out of it and no one is going to hear you if you try to make noise when I’m not here. I’ll make sure that you have plenty of water and I’ll feed you twice daily. You’ll also be working out, but not as you had been. Instead, your new workouts will be to help you adjust to your new canine form. Now, so that you won’t worry too much about the physical changes, I will explain them to you. I have a good friend who is a highly trained veterinarian. Your legs will be shortened to better match your front paws, and your face will be altered with a snout. These changes, plus a few others, will make it virtually impossible for you to ever live as a human in the real world again. You, my very dearest friend, are going to become a dog and the sooner that you come accept that, the better everything will be.�

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How could John do this to me? I wanted to jump at him and make him take this stuff off of me, but I knew that he would zap me if I tried. Instead, I looked down, and walked over to the bed. I was afraid and confused. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I knew that John loved me, but I never thought that he would do anything like this to me. I got into the bed and started to cry. It was the first time in years that I have ever cried. I knew that I wasn’t going to see Gina ever again, that I would never see my apartment, my friends or my family ever again. I cried. John said, “It’s going to be okay Matt. You’ll see. I promise. I would never willingly hurt you and if you just cooperate, you will be very happy as my dog. I know that this must seem like a terrible nightmare right now, but it really is for the best.�

With that, he left the room and I was imprisoned within. I cried a bit more, until my I got thirsty. As humiliating as this entire situation was, I got up from my basket and walked to the water dish. I knew that it would be hard to try and hold the water dish with my mitted hands, so I did what I knew I would have to do anyway. I leaned my head down towards the water and began to lap at it with my tongue like a dog. I didn’t like doing it though as I didn’t want the water to go up my nose. I then felt the need to piss and looked around the room. In one corner, I could see a hole in the floor and there was a sign over it that said “doggy toilet�. I crawled over to it and lined up my sheathed cock over the hole and released my hot stream of piss. It felt good to piss, but then I heard John’s voice saying, “Good dog! Very good dog!�

I then realized that he had a camera in the room and could watch me. I felt even more humiliated, but what else could I do? After I pissed, I then realized that I had to shit. Knowing that John was watching, I was totally humiliated but then did my best to squat over the hole and started to shit. Again, I heard John’s voice saying, “Good dog! Very good indeed!�

I was so angry, but I knew that if I didn’t play along, he’d zap me again with the awful shock collar locked around my neck. Once I was done, I went back to my bed and lied down. I was feeling bored, but, at the same time, I started to feel a twitch in my cock. Though I didn’t want to admit it, the sheath felt kind of good and as I started getting hard, the tightness of the sheath made me get harder. I moved my mitted hands down to my cock and started to rub my cock a bit and forgot that I was being watched. The mitt didn’t feel that great on my cock since it had a hard rubber sole like a shoe, except that it was shaped like a dog’s pads. Overcome by the sudden sexual need, I turned over on my bed and started to hump the bed. The softness of the bed felt really good on my cock and I closed my eyes. Feeling helpless and out of control made me so damn horny. I suddenly felt myself explode my cum onto the bed and I let out an inhuman noise of pleasure. John didn’t say anything, but I knew that he was watching; and he was probably smiling.