Puppy Love Ch. 1 The Capture

Hi…umm.. Maybe I should introduce myself. Uhh…or tell you who I was. Well my name is Scoobs, it’s a variation of Scooby. I’ll tell you why that’s my name later on. It used to be Anthony Isaiah Didymus. I was the only son of a wealthy lawyer in the big city. Maids since I was born, the private schools, the chauffeurs, everything til I met Jonas. He would change everything….But I’m getting ahead of myself here. This is how it started:

I was a college freshman, just barely 19. My hair was dyed jet black with blonde tips, usually in a mohawk, or some other variation. I hung out with the “bad crowd” whatever that means. Ya know, somewhere between the concert crowd, the midnight at denny’s clan, and the mallrats. We smoke, drank, got high, stole some road signs, ya know usual college crap. Well one night I went on one of my usual late night drives. This time I was alone. I wonder what would have happened if I had a friend there…. Hmm… Well don’t wanna waste time thinkin’ about what might have been. There I was tokin up as usual on some back road in New England, when I blow a friggin’ tire. I stashed my…stash…and flipped on my hazards. The rearview mirror didn’t show any signs of light or life, neither did the headlights. I got out and tried to assess the damage.
Suddenly in the distance a pick-up truck’s lights broke the shadows around me. It slowed to a stop behind me and then he stepped out of the car. “Car trouble?”
“Nah I’m doing a scientific experiment to see what wheel a blown tire works best on.” I said with a sarcastically sardonic smile. His headlights outlined his body perfectly but provided no illumination on his face. He was about 6’2 and 180 lbs of lean muscle.
Next to my 5 feet and 4 inches and small frame, that was enormous. He chuckled a little, “You’re pretty cocky to be a smart ass to someone who might just help ya out.”
“I was just fuckin with ya’ sir.” I don’t why the word “sir” came from my lips but it just happened.
“Name’s Tobias, Wanna lift back to town?”
“I’m Tony, sure.” I felt his eyes stare me up and down.
So we got in his pick-up. You know the kind with a bit more room behind the seats, where a couple seats were, I think, and some blankets. I finally got a good glimpse at him. He was in his mid to late thirties, and was wearing levis, a polo, and a black john deere hat. He was kinda cute, and his goatee was pretty cool. We started going straight down the road in silence for about 2 minutes, during which he sniffed heavily every 20 seconds or so. “So what other laws do you break besides the ones that fall under the narcotics devision?”
The question caught me off guard. I started to wig out a bit, but I managed to gain my senses enough to know that something was very wrong we had been going away from town for at least 3 miles. “Hey man I think we’re going the wrong way.”
“Jonas, now” he said with eerie calmness.
Before I had time to respond or retort, the blankets from the back seat flew up; my arms were grabbed and held against the seat. Tobias quickly brought the truck to a halt on the shoulder and turned off his headlights. I struggled, against my unknown assailant to no avail. Tobias reached in the backseat and pulled out a tool box. He rifled through it while I slowly gave up stuggling from lack of breath, and athletic ability. I looked in the side mirror, and all I could see were a speckle in my attacker’s eyes, probably from the dashboard light. He had the most hauntingly blue eyes, but something else was there. A spark. Our heads turned slightly. He eased the pressure on my arms but I didn’t try to break free. Something held me there. The sound of duct tape stretching off the roll broke our stare. Before I knew it, my legs were bound at the ankles and just above the knees. Tobias flipped me over, while I tried to protest. Suddenly, something pressed against my mouth. Sparkling eyes was pushing a ball gag in my mouth. He held my head for a moment after he placed it on, as if to say, “don’t worry I got ya.” My hands were soon bound, as were my arms and chest. Tobias then carefully picked me up and placed me in behind the seat next to Jonas. Then one final strip of duct tape was yanked and placed on my eyes. Everything went dark and I lost my balance and tumbled. I braced my mind for impact but I hit something warm and soft. It was skin. A thigh I think. Suddenly there was a hand stroking my hair and one on my chest as the truck started up again and headed off.
The ride lasted a few minutes, but lasted hours in my mind. I didn’t mind for some reason. I had everything in the world, never any adventure. This was at least exciting. I thought maybe I would be held for ransom or something else that would piss my parents off, but my name ain’t Lucky.
I felt the tires switch from paved road to stone gravel and slow to a halt. I was lifted and carried. I felt a temperature change as the scene moved to indoors. Suddenly the floor hit my face. “Uuuuuugggghhhhhh” was all I could manage.
“Get him in the gear.”
“Woof!!”
The blindfold was ripped off. I winced at the pain and squinted my eyes. There he was on bended knee. Jonas. His eyes stood still, but I saw a touch of pain behind his deep blue oceans. His hair was sandy brown and curly like sand dunes. He had a small soul patch and pierced ears. He was just a hair taller than me, but definitely stronger.
He shuffled behind me and affixed something over each of my hands. They were forced into fists and felt like a boxing glove, but with no thumb. The tape holding my ankles was cut and some ankle restraints were strapped just over the top of my boots. They were hooked together by an 18 inch chain, so if I wanted to run I couldn’t. The rest of the tape was cut off, and I brought my arms in front of me so I could rub them. I stopped to look at what were on my hands. They were all leather, and on the underside where my palm was, a paw print in dark gray suede. Again I barely had time to process this before my clothes were cut off with a pair of scissors. Just a pair of raggedy jeans, and some t-shirt from a band I’m sure you’ve never heard of. All I had left were my 14i docs. Yeah I usually free-balled it.
I felt my balls being fondled and I was already hard as a rock, so that wasn’t hurting the situation, but it wasn’t helping it to a conclusion either. Some kind of leather strap was attached to my cock and balls, with straps to hold my scepter and jewels separately. I heard chain rattling, and by the time jonas was finished I was mitted, with a two chains: one going from my left wrist through a ring on the cockstrap under the base of my penis and on to my right wrist, the other chain did something similar with my ankles and another ring on the back side of my balls.
I didn’t understand their purpose until I tried to get up. My ankles pulled back on my balls, causing me to yelp. I learned from m mistake and tested my arms. I couldn’t raise my arms past my nose unless one was close to my dick. Then something warm held my neck. A black padded dog collar. I heard the clink of a lock. I looked up in time to see Tobias taking the key to another room. Jonas brought some more chain over, about a 3 foot length. This piece was much thicker and industrial than the one’s having a tug of war with my bits and pieces. He attached a clip at the end to my collar and locked the other end to the radiator in the corner. I was now on a pile of pillows and blankets. Nothing made any sense to me, but I didn’t know what to think or feel, all I could figure was that I was being made into someone’s pet. For how long I wasn’t sure. The lights turned off and darkness fell on me like a brick. “You boys get some sleep now.”
The phrase struck me as odd. Then I felt a warm presence next to me. It was Jonas, completely naked and free of any adornment. I was lying on my side and he nuzzled up behind me, wrapping his arms around me in a bear hug. He began to nibble at my ears and then whispered, “You shouldn’t have been such a flake.”
My mind quickly shot back to three weeks prior, when I backed out of dinner with someone from the internet. One of those fetish sites. He was into pup play and leather just like me, but I backed out at the last minute cause I just was too nervous. I wasn’t struggling very much since I was in the truck, because secretly I had always wanted this and something about Jonas’s soft touch……
Mostly though I was enraptured by what I saw in Jonas’s eyes. I wanted to ask him a million questions that night, but the gag just let me drool slightly. I fell asleep in his arms that night, and never tossed or turned once.