Revelation

This is something I whipped up one night. I don't usually write fiction--in fact, puppy doesn't really write anything except the occasional rambling forum post. :P So with that in mind, constructive comments are welcome. And please don't be mean to the puppy. *whimpers*

All characters and events depicted in this original work are fictional; any resemblance to real-life individuals is purely coincidental. As such, please follow safer sex practices.

Copyright 2012 by hero pup. All rights reserved.

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-Revelation-


The leash hung high on the wall of the mud room like a gleaming scar, tantalizing with fear and excitement.

He sat near the entrance, contemplating it intently. He was not sure what to make of it. Indeed, he was not sure whether the leash--and by extension, the collar wrapped snugly around his neck--was something to bitterly resent, or to take comfort in. It was a paradox; a puzzle that seemed made for him and him alone.

The sunlight streaming through the frosted panes of the side door, filtered through a gentle rustling of the leaves in the trees outside, danced about on the wall, catching the chain in a mesmerizing chaotic undulation of light and shadow. There was a certain beauty in it, he had to admit. Beautiful, but cruel. He frowned and lay his head down upon his forepaws, a mournful countenance overtaking him. There just didn't seem to be any good reason why he had to endure such a thing. He wouldn't wander off, or bite anyone, he promised silently.

"I'm a good boy," he thought to himself.

Such rationalizations were, of course, futile, in as much as it was useless to try to pull and strain and lean away from his owner's firm grip on the other end of that accursed chain. He heard himself let out a feeble whimper.

The mud room--such as it was--had a cramped, haphazard quality to it. Piles of unwashed clothes sat on the washer and dryer, threatening to spill over onto the blue glazed tile floor. Stacks of old newspapers and magazines encroached on what little space was allowed for the oversized plush cushion that served as his bed. At least he had that much, he supposed. Things could be far worse. He could be abused, or neglected, or worst of all...alone. A stray. The notion terrified him. He trembled nervously.

And therein lies the paradox.

He wasn't a cultured or worldly pup by any means, given to rarefied philosophical discourse on matters of the heart. The conflict of yearning for freedom yet needing affection and guidance was something he could, at best, merely turn over and over in his mind, like a pebble worn smooth with worry. He had long since been resigned to the fact that it would never be resolved.

The grandfather clock in the living room chimed the passing of the hour. He rose from his beloved, precious spot--the one place in this expansive universe that he felt he could rightfully call his own--padded out of the mud room, nimbly avoiding the squeaky toys scattered about on the tile, and skulked upstairs to hunt down his owner, who seemed genuinely surprised to see him.

"Oh hey pup," he exclaimed. "Is it time already?" The man glanced back at the blue-white glow of the computer screen. "Give me another ten minutes." It wasn't a request.

His heart sank. There wouldn't be that much more daylight left, and every minute of delay was another minute less he had to enjoy the outdoors, to take in the full sensory experience of it all. He simply could not understand what it was about that...that loathsome THING, that held so much sway, so much importance for his owner. As far as he could tell, it did not even move. Unlike himself, it never showed affection. He sat at the foot of the desk, looked up, rested his muzzle on his owner's lap, and waited. He knew better than to whine or bark his displeasure. "Sorry pup. I'm just about done now." The man pushed the chair back, gave him a quick pat on the head, and stood. "Okay, let's go!"

His tail wagged in excited anticipation. Oh, how glorious this would be! He had been waiting for this moment all afternoon, and was already far ahead of his owner, having raced down the stairs and into the previously depressing mud room. Upon the arrival of his owner, he presented himself, ready for the leash to be attached to his collar. It didn't seem so oppressive anymore. With satisfying finality, the clasp of the leash clicked shut around the loop in his collar. And as the man turned the doorknob and swung the door open, the sudden onslaught of outdoor air and light was almost overwhelming.

In that instant, he pondered, "Is this what it must feel like to be reincarnated?"

All the earlier promises and attestations forgotten, he simply could not help but TUG at the leash. He strained with every fiber of his being. It was just so...so irresistible, so present, so of this moment. His owner, however, was nonplussed.

"HEY!" He snapped. "Take it easy!"

A sharp jerk at the leash brought him back to earth. He needed to be good. He wanted to be good. He could not earn his owner's trust and affections if he did not behave. He stopped himself just long enough for his owner to lock the door behind them, and then, finally, they were off.

The rolling terrain, the bustle of the neighborhood with its numerous shops and restaurants, was always an adventure to navigate, and he did as best he could. Everyone always seemed to want to stop and pet him. "Oh, what an adorable puppy you have there!" these strangers would exclaim. Most of them, he observed, would only address his owner, not him, which he felt was only in accordance with the natural order of things. But every so often, someone would speak to him, or ask him any number of familiar rhetorical questions: "Who's a good puppy?" "Aren't you just the cutest thing?" "Do you like belly rubs?" All of which, he mused, had one and only one possible answer. He wanted to say YES. Oh, YES. A thousand times YES. His chest was nearly bursting with pride.

Yet, all that he held inside could only be expressed with a resounding bark, and tail wagging so furious that it was more akin to a full-body undulation. That always elicited amused laughter, and sometimes generous petting and rubbing.

He had no doubt that he was admired by the entire neighborhood. He felt like a star. And his owner seemed equally pleased, though there remained that veneer of quiet reservedness unique to human social etiquette, so as to not give off the impression of smugness. They walked together, stopping every so often on some small errand, and then to sit down at a cafe and enjoy the atmosphere.

And when the sun finally dipped below the horizon, and the blend of people on the street shifted toward diners and bar-hoppers, the master and his pup made their way back home. Basking in the afterglow of all the attention, he had no room to entertain any emotions of sadness over having it end.

Back in the mud room--which now seemed even smaller than before, if that were possible--his owner slipped off his jacket and unclipped the leash, both of which now shone under the yellowish light of the old tungsten bulb overhead. He lapped up some water from his dog bowl and prepared to settle into his spot, but his owner interrupted him: "Come on boy. Come upstairs with me," as he casually patted the side of his leg. Surprised, his ears perked. This was not their usual routine. Dutifully, he followed.

The pair made their way into the dimly-lit bedroom, which had been painted in a warm shade of slate gray. Heavy black leather curtains obscured the floor-to-ceiling windows. A solitary spotlight illuminated the bed from overhead. A formidable wardrobe, almost as tall as the room itself, stood in the corner, its dark wood paneling contrasting the small silver drawer pulls. The bed itself was similarly modern and minimalist--there were no flowery throw pillows, just a simple, clean, shiny, black latex sheet. Numerous anchors and rings festooned the bedposts and frame.

"On the bed, pup!" He took one leap and landed softly on the smooth rubber sheets, the latex catching slightly on his own rubbered skin. It was always those tiny details that got him aroused. He could feel his cock growing. Instinctively, he clenched down on his tail and let out a yip of pleasure, which clearly did not escape the attention of his owner.

"Looks like there's a puppy who wants to play. You wanna bone, pup?" His owner teased. "You've been such a good boy today, waiting for me to take you out for a walk. Will you be good for me? You want to please me, don't you," he insinuated, seductively.

The pup needed no further encouragement. He rolled over on his back, all four paws in the air. The light overhead glinted off his tight latex skin. He stared, entranced, at his own reflection in the mirrored ceiling above him. He admired the impeccably form-fitting rubber suit, the way it followed every muscle and curve. This, he thought, is who I am; what I am. He turned his head ever so slightly to the side to get a better view of his muzzle, which elicited a low chuckle from his owner.

"You like what you see, boy? Because I sure as hell do. And so did everyone else today!"

He blushed and barked at the compliment, but had the presence of mind to break himself from his reverie and resume his attention on his owner, who stood at the foot of the bed, clad in the skintight, olive green, full latex suit they knew he was so fond of wearing on their walks. It had a slight iridescence to it that made it appear to shift color ever so subtly in the light. Perhaps someday he might be allowed to wear a suit of a matching color.

Wordlessly, they locked eyes. His owner climbed onto the bed and drew him close, until they were pressing into each other, face to face. With a deft touch, the man ran his fingers across his pup's body, sending shivers of excitement and lust through him. He wanted to return the gesture, but all he could muster with his rubber-bound fists was an adorably feeble pawing. Their latex sheathed bodies clung to and slid against one another, and each of them could feel the full hardness of the other's cock, straining to be freed from the confines of their suits.

Without warning, the owner whipped his hand down and smacked his pup's tail, sending vibrations which reverberated through the inserted plug and right into his hole. Instinctively, he let out a low half-growl, half-bark. He had been in his gear all weekend and by now he was so on edge he nearly came right then and there, a fact that did not go unnoticed by his owner.

"Shhhh...easy does it, pup," he cooed soothingly into his ear. "I know how bad you've wanted to come all week. Make me proud and just hold on a little bit longer for your owner," he lovingly teased as he tugged on the ring of his collar.

The man slid off the bed and opened the wardrobe. He fished out a blindfold, which he then proceeded to snap onto the pup's hood, immersing him in complete darkness. He immediately started whimpering--he wanted to SEE his owner; to take in the wondrous form of his body encased in tight, shiny latex; and above all, to see his beautiful face. But no! All was darkness. He sensed the specter of loneliness and isolation encroaching, and he fought to suppress such thoughts.

"Settle. No whining, boy. You need to be good and obey, remember?" The sound of his owner's voice was a beacon cutting through that darkness, and he turned toward it. It was deep, resonant. He immediately quieted--if only to make it easier to hear that voice.

The man then proceeded to pick out a gag and a length of rope. Gently, he opened his pup's muzzle and fitted the gag inside, filling his mouth with rubber. With the gag snapped onto the hood, he then turned his attention to the rope. "On all fours," he commanded, and the pup obeyed. He then threaded the rope through the back of the collar, up through the rings on the bedposts, around the harness at the waist, and finally, through each of the four rubber paw restraints. Thus secured, the pup could scarcely move out of position, trapped in a three-dimensional web of rope.

He then prepared for his pup's reward. He placed a rubber-covered cushion underneath his pup and lay down upon it, his asshole positioned directly in front of his pup's crotch. He unzipped his own suit's crotch, freeing his erection, which was covered in a rubber sheath. His cock slapped his pup's belly, eliciting a muffled yelp of surprise from his gagged mouth. He laughed.

"You're such a sexy pup," he moaned. "You make me so proud to own you. It's time you showed me how much I mean to you. Are you ready?" With that, he unzipped his pup's crotch, revealing his raging hard-on, thick and dripping with pre-cum. He gave it a few quick strokes, causing his pup to growl loudly.

"Now, boy. Bury that bone," he commanded. Enthusiastically, he thrust his hips forward, aiming for a spot he could not see, only feel. He felt the tug of the rope pull on the rubber harness around his torso and waist, angrily pushing the tail plug further into his hole; and though blindfolded, his vision suddenly bloomed in an array of vivid abstract colors at the pure intensity of the sensation. So strong it was that it took him several moments to register the distinct feeling of the head of his cock pressing against his owner's anus, searching for the point of entry. This time, he proceeded with somewhat more caution as he leaned in.

As he pushed and bore down, he felt the tight sphincter squeeze the head of his cock. Once in, he felt the resistance give way to a wondrous, slippery, pulsing sensation as he smoothly drove the entire length of his penis deep into his owner's body. The moment he was buried to the hilt, he froze there, relishing the entirety of the sensory experience--blindfolded; gagged; bound in restraints and tight, tight rubber; a large butt plug tail stuffing his hole; the rope tying him to the bed pulling on his collar and forcing him to keep his head up; and most of all, his throbbing cock enveloped by his owner's ass. He was in another universe.

Slowly, he began to thrust. He knew he would not last long this way, the familiar tickle in his groin and the tightening of his balls signaling his inevitable orgasm. His owner was wildly pumping away at his own erection, panting and gasping in ecstasy.

"Yes. YES. That's it. Fuck me, pup. Fuck my hole. FUCK. ME," he heaved. "Your bone feels SO amazing. You're gonna make me come, boy. Remember, you can't come unless I tell you to." The pup whimpered, caught between the overwhelming desire to fuck away with abandon and achieve orgasm at all costs, and the direct command to wait until ordered to do so. His whimpering became more labored and pleading, as he realized how totally helpless he was. Perhaps he would not even be allowed to come at all? What would he do then? Still gagged and fully aroused, he reached a point of abject desperation.

Just as he thought he could endure no more, he heard his owner say, "COME. NOW." He felt his owner's sphincter tighten suddenly as he heard him shout incoherently in climax, his sheathed cock filling with semen. In that instant, he gave one final thrust--hard--with no other care or concern in the world, letting the rope pull so hard on his harness he thought the plug, tail and all, must have disappeared into his hole. And he howled. He howled in that primal, guttural, uncontrollable way that spoke of the inseparable bond between owner and owned, a bond known across all time, culture, language, and ancestry. And he came. He ejaculated into his owner, releasing thick streams of cum deep into his bowels, his mind a nexus of pure, unfettered lust and pleasure, their mating complete.

Then, all was dark and quiet. Spent.

He awoke to the sound of the tag on his collar jingling, and his owner's soft voice. He opened his eyes, and discovered he could see again.

"Hey puppy." His owner was idly flicking the tag with a finger, a broad smile on his face.

He flexed his jaw and found the gag gone. So too was the rope. He was lying on his back, arms and legs splayed on the bed. The hood, the suit, the paws were still there, as was the tail. He wasn't sure if he should speak, so he just uttered a soft bark.

"wruff."

"You were incredible. You *are* incredible," his owner beamed effusively, as he reached underneath and cradled him in his arms. "You make me so proud. You're everything a guy could want in a pup. Tonight, you sleep with me, here, in this bed. In fact, I want you to sleep here every night." He gazed into his pup's eyes.

"I love you, pup."

"I love you too, master."