Rugby Pup Part 10

Rugby Pup 10

Once again I walked home and returned to my normal life, only this time more horny with my big thick 8" cock locked up and a lot to contemplate. He obviously made me keep the chastity device on to remind me constantly of my muscle-dog status and predicament until I made a decision. And remind me it certainly did, making me feel like a slave, incredibly horny and messing with my head.
On my way home bare chested with my collar and cock cage on I got a few strange looks from people on the street and late night stragglers around the bodega. I wasn't sure if it was lust or fascination with my dog collar and short shorts look. I was sure the next morning I was going to call him and tell him it was over and ask him to send me the key.
However, that night all kinds of thoughts and scenarios went through my mind. I could now accept that I had thoroughly enjoyed the evening as his dog in the field under the moonlight, but the thought of living with him permanently as a muscle-dog was another thing altogether. He did say I would keep my job during the day but once I hit the doorstep at home every night I would be fully naked and his dog. The chastity device would be on 24/7 with release only when he wanted it. Actually everything would be just as it was the week of training.
Wrestling with my thoughts I lay on the couch naked after taking a shower and felt the dog collar around my neck. I wondered how long I could go permanently in chastity as I slowly dried off and then held my whole caged groin package in my hand. I stared at if for a while. I tried to stretch out my cock as much as I could in the cage and make it twitch.
I thought about the fact that my cock would be locked and under his control until who knows when if I accepted his ownership. Then there was the amazing coupling we had when he did finally release me. What turned me on about being a chastised dog on all fours, tongue hanging out, only barking and making dog noises? What made me enjoy being submissive and obedient to this guy? Sucking his dick - really?! Was I born for this? Would I actually enjoy being controlled by someone that was decidedly -hell embarrassingly -smaller than me? It didn't make any sense yet for whatever reason lying there thinking deeply about being his objectified and owned muscle-dog turned me the hell on. Right then my possible future owner and master had my cock locked up AND would permanently have the key. Could I deal with that? It made me tremble with erotic fear.
I wasn't able to fall asleep until eventually I decided to try an experiment and see what it would be like going to work with the collar on under my shirt and the chastity device for a few days. I wondered if I could concentrate on everything else while being constantly reminded I was a dog. However, just like the training week I was somehow compelled to give it a shot.
The next morning I dressed and proceeded to work. I was worried people might detect something unusual under my clothes, but after a while I said to myself 'fuck it' my personal life was my business.
At first when I entered the office I was paranoid. I was also in a heightened sense of physical and sexual awareness.The moments I used my arms and felt my biceps bulging against my sleeves, my pumped chest and nipples touched the material of my shirt, my muscular thighs and ass rubbed against my pants, or I stood up and my underwear and chastity device touched my zipper area, all felt terribly sensitive and strangely erotic. After a while I learned to deal with it and settled down to my work. Although I was dying to jack off now and release, there was nothing I could do about it. I was locked.
It finally came to a head that day when I had a fitting in the afternoon for a custom made suit in my usual designer boutique in Little Italy. I had forgotten about this appointment I was so distracted at the beginning of the day. When the tailor called to confirm and said he had to do it today or wouldn't be able to for a while my heart lurched. Would he see or detect my dog apparatus while I was being fitted? I decided to go and see anyways. If I was thinking about this life I might as well get used to these things.
And the worst happened. I had stripped to my underwear and collar in the changing room and was looking at myself in the mirror, thinking of my potential owner and flexing my biceps. I think I had slipped into my muscle dog inspection stance in my head while awaiting the suit to be handed to me. The tailor, assuming everything was normal, suddenly opened the curtain on me and totally saw my collar and chastity device sticking out of my underwear. He stared down there for a few seconds, looked my body up and down, smiled mischievously as if he had seen that kind of thing before and simply said "you're fit!" He handed me the suit, closed the curtain and then went about his normal business. I was relieved and flattered however it also freaked me out that someone might know something kinky or freaky was going on with me.
I panicked and as soon as I returned to the privacy of my office I quickly called my little muscle-master and told him I didn't want the life he was offering and asked him to send me the key to unlock myself.
No discussion or argument ensued, he simply chuckled and said "Sure Fido!"
Then he hung up the phone...