Rugby Pup Conclusion

Rugby Pup Conclusion.

That is how I ended up here. At my fittest and most muscular ever standing at the front of his house yearning to be let back into his life as his obedient muscle-dog. I craved it I can now admit and was willing to sacrifice and endure everything for it. When the door opened ajar I immediately got an even harder boner in my shorts and my adrenalin began to pump. I was excited in both a scared and erotic way. Excited to be back as 'Fido' again but frightened of what he would do to me in the immediate moment and long term.
I pushed the door open and entered the house slowly closing it behind me. I could not see him.
I stood in the foyer by the staircase that led either upstairs or down to the basement where the dungeon was not knowing what I should do. Suddenly looking around I saw on the table beside the door some familiar equipment. There was a bowl filled with ice cubes, the spiked steel cock cage and lock he would make me wear when he was displeased, a choice of whips and the spiked dog collar. I sensed what was coming. That collar and cock cage were a form of punishment that he had used a few times during my training week. The collar had spikes that dug into your neck when he pulled on the leash making you heel quicker and constantly in fear of him jerking it on your neck, and the spikes in the cock cage dug into your flesh when you strained against it to get hard. It was painful even to get into it. Just looking at it and the additional frustration it caused made me shudder.
Suddenly I heard his voice. "You know what to do" was all he said from up the stairs. I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, so I got completely naked and began to do what I thought it was he wanted me to do.
First I put the collar on my neck and locked the padlock shut. My skin crawled immediately all over and my fingers shook with nervousness. Then I positioned myself with my genitals over the edge of the table and ice and scooped up a handful of the ice in the bowl. I held it carefully against my cock and felt the cold take it over and slowly shrink it from its engorged excitement. When it was shrunken and retracted to its smallest state possible I, believe it or not, of my own free will picked up the spiked cock chastity device and attempted to lock it on to my cock. The pricking of the spikes into my flesh caused me to smart with the sharp pain but I knew I had to bare it if I wanted to be 'Fido' again. I had born the discomfort before but this time I had no idea how long I would be in it if I was now his permanent muscle dog. It was a struggle to fit it on but in the end I did and then I used the lock to padlock myself tightly into the device.
I couldn't tell you what was possessing me to behave this way or do this to myself at this point.
All I knew was that I was determined to be his dog. That would mean total obedience at this point no matter what he told me to do, and I was determined to prove I could be that dog.
The choice of whips was the only thing left on the table so I figured he wanted me to pick which one I wanted to be punished with. I chose the familiar bullwhip. I then got onto the floor in the sit position with one hand holding the whip out basically offering it up to the master and asking to be whipped. I stayed in that position and waited, and waited.
I think it was part of his mind fuck to leave me waiting in that position for a long time contemplating what I had just done to myself and the life I was choosing. It was the longest wait of my life as I thought about what had gotten me here and how I had been broken into being his muscle-dog. What made me want this life so badly and want to be with him in this way now? It was surreal and I swear I had an out of body experience seeing my muscular strongest self kneeling on this man's floor in a spike collar and chastity device, holding a whip voluntarily in my hand out to him asking to be whipped and owned totally by him. Some people who didn't understand it would say I was mentally ill, but I am not.
I was literally dizzy with thoughts and images in my head when suddenly I could hear him slowly clunking down the stairs in his leather boots. Every sinew and fiber in my muscles tensed and twitched until he was finally at the bottom of the stairs standing facing me. I did not look him in the face right away just hung me head in a kind of submissive shame. Shame at being broken I think and how much I wanted this and was willing to go. I felt like I was in some kind of warlock's spell, but I realized I didn't actually care at that point what anyone thought or how we got there. He took the whip from my hand then lifted my chin to look into his eyes. He didn't say anything just stared eyed me with that deep blue eyed stare and gave me that knowing evil smile. He turned to walk away from me commanding me to 'Stay'.
He was of course shirtless and his amazing torso and ass were visible as he walked away from me, his muscles rippling hypnotically with every step. My tongue began to drool and literally hang out automatically from my dog mouth-which was to become an almost permanent state.
He returned with a leash that he attached to my collar and stood for a moment again staring at me. He took the whip from my hand and I flinched thinking I was going to be whipped. I wasn't to be whipped right away. He slowly attached it to it's usual position on his belt. He than signaled me to get up into body inspection position which i immediately did. He began feeling and running his hands over my muscles and body inspecting almost every inch of it. The feeling was indescribable but in conjunction with the pain of my cock struggling against the spiked cage as it wanted to swell fully. After a few minutes of this slow erotic torture he gave my biceps one big long hard squeeze and then said 'Down boi' and I dropped to his feet.
He then unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick which was hard and said 'Suck boi'.
I literally pounced on it with a ferocious pleasure and began to suck with all the desperation you can imaging. I think at that point like any dog my mind became permanently imprinted with his scent and taste. While I was sucking he simply asked if I wanted to be his obedient muscle dog permanently and all I could do was look up into his eyes and nod. At that moment the deal was finally sealed.
That was the beginning of my life with him as 'Fido'. Everything is pretty much as it was in the training week except it is permanent. I gave up my apartment and moved in with him, signing all my earnings over to his control. I am his owned obedient muscle dog. He continues to push me constantly to the highest levels of strength and physical fitness and my ripped body tells it's own story. I am sometimes rented out to do manual labor at other people's properties which i do without question -always shirtless in my dog collar. You can't imagine the strange looks I get sometimes when I am instructed to work in this way, but I have gotten used to it. I am kept horny and always chastised and only allowed to fuck and come the rare occasions that he commands it. We spend wonderful nights doing dog training exercises and playing fetch in the park as master and dog or in the woods of his property in the suburbs. I am sometimes hitched to a pony trap and, with a bridle and bit in my mouth, forced to trot and carry him around his property with a horse whip egging me on. I am simply hosed down like a sweaty racehorse afterwards. I eat and drink from dog bowls on the floor and sleep in a dog bed at the foot of his fourposter unless he summons me into it. I play at his feet on the floor when he is at his desk with not a thought in my mind but of being his dog. If that annoys him I am sometimes chained to the doghouse in the backyard while he ignores me and goes about his business inside. I chew on my dog bone and play in the dirt and grass with insects and ants as my companions and entertainment.
That's most of all when I realize I am now a dog. I am completely owned, my body, my muscles and strength are to serve and please him. I am whipped and punished when he is displeased or thinks I am being lazy in my workouts and I willingly thank him for it.
He once threatened to get a german shepherd dog that I would be second to. In fact, a friend of his left his dog with us for a weekend and it was treated like a special guest that I had to defer to in every way. For obvious reasons it could run faster, bark louder, leap over training jumps, sniff out objects, hunt and basically do everything better that I ever could. That totally fucked with my mind and the memory haunts and motivates me to lift harder in my workouts and strive to be more obedient, as I would never want to be usurped or replaced. The whole life of being kept as a dog turns me on so much and makes me constantly horny, that I can now honestly say I love it and couldn't live without it. He says I can leave for good whenever I want but I know I probably won't because at the end of the day this is where I belong and I am content.