Rugby Pup Part 6

Rugby Pup part 6

And so it began in his basement. My realization that I was trapped for a while in this guys fantasy and he was going to do God knows what to me. It made me nervous but also gave me an adrenalin rush. Somewhere on his person was a trigger for the pain stimulus which gave him the upper hand at least until i figured out where it was and how to stop it. He played with the coiled whip and then stared into my eyes.
He said he was going to unlock the cage and let me out but I would be leashed like a dog and would have to do what he said or I would get the same punishment. I figured I would go along as it was just a game that he would get tired of after a while or I would find a way to escape.
He opened the cage and told me to get out but stay on my knees. I was a dog now and had to learn to heel.
"You heel and do what you are told or you get zapped. And you can only make barking noises from now on. You speak and you get whipped or zapped. "
A so my road down the path of submission began. He told me to follow him on my paws up the stairs behind him on the leash he attached to my collar. I reluctantly did what I was told and when we got to the top of the stairs and out of the basement I realized I was in a different house. No longer in the city as the scenery outside had changed to suburbs and woods.
We were now in his other home he had told me about. Whatever was in that beer had knocked me out good. I could not remember a thing about being transported.
He told me to sit and stay on the floor of the kitchen while he fetched some things. I had a few moments to ponder this experience and figured I had better obey.
He returned and sat on a chair and explained what the plan was.
I was a dog at least for the next week or so, his dog, and was going to be trained to walk and behave like one. I would be fed and treated well and sleep in the cage under his bed.
I would have supervised workouts with weights and other exercises to bring my body up to his standards and if I slacked off or didn't appear to be trying there was always the whip. He could track my moves with the collar and also punish remotely so any disobedience or attempt to escape would be met with pain. It was quite simple really.
He told me to stand upright and then put my hands near my head in a bicep flexing position with my legs apart. He looked into my eyes and then started to feel my biceps, chest, abs etc like a true slave master in a market inspecting a possible purchase. I felt like a totally objectified piece of meat but somehow my cock started to get hard. I didn't even want to think about what was happening in my mind so I focused on him.
He then said I wasn't in bad shape but clearly had work to do.
He then touched the cock restraint and said it was obviously a good fit and would stay on until he deemed it necessary to come off.
I wondered what the hell he meant by that and started to get angry again just as he said
"down boy"
I dropped to me knees realizing what he meant by that and in fear of another zap.
He left for a moment again and then returned with another device which i figured out in a few seconds was a tail for my rear end. My eyes widened as he came behind me and finally I rebelled and stood up and ran for the door. Then before I could quite get to it came the inevitable zap and I doubled over and passed out...