Rugby Pup Part 8

Rugby Pup 8

And so my training week began . I don't know what made me bend my head over and taste his piece but I did. He stroked my hair saying "Good boy" and pushed my lips down until I encased it all with my mouth and then encouraged me to suck. I had an out of body experience seeing myself in this predicament and couldn't fathom it. What made me do this, follow his orders and nod when he asked if I would be staying on?
I guess I was curious and challenged and I must admit fascinated by this new taste and feeling. I was also undeniably turned on and horny, my dick dripping with precum and struggling against the restraint of the cage.
When he was satisfied and had his release into my throat which shocked me even more, he pulled my head up and told me to get on the floor at his feet in my new doggy position. He secured a leash to my collar then explained how this would work. My safe word wasn't actually a word, I could just pack my things and leave and never return to him.
I was going to have to sign a contract before we began, so I couldn't sue or press charges of abuse if I had regrets at the end of the week. It meant submitting to his training and will whatever he demanded short of being physically damaged. I also had to agree to being whipped and chastised whenever and however he deemed necessary. That made me nervous and curious but I guess since it said I wouldn't ever be damaged I could take it. Most of all I would have to submit to forced workouts with weights, calisthenics, cardio, dieting and everything he thought would get my body into the condition he desired. That was the challenging part I think appealed to me the most. I wouldn't mind being pushed into the best shape ever. Hell what was the difference between that and a personal trainer you hired? Besides this was just for a week and judging by his body he knew what he was doing.
He told me to stand upright and we went to the kitchen counter where I somewhat reluctantly signed the paper. He smiled wickedly yet again and told me to get down and heel.
I succumbed with caution knowing he could now punish me if I didn't do it right. Out we went onto the porch and backyard, me heeling nervously at his feet, where I could see an assortment of weights, exercise machines, what looked like dog jumps and a strange machine in a circle which I later learned was a lunge machine to make me walk or run around in circles etc. What was I getting myself into i wondered? Oh well I would at least give it a good try.
And I did try real hard everyday. Perhaps you could call it some version of Stockholm Syndrome setting in but I wanted to get through this week just to prove to him I could do it. Being a dog on a leash actually was the easy part. It somehow came naturally to me and allowed me to lose myself or my mind in dog-space and forget about everything else. The job and its constant number crunching and stress, financial goals, who I would marry etc and all the typical worries of the day were gone. I could just be an objectified muscle dog.
It became apparent as the days wore on, the only thing I was to concern myself with was working out and being a fit, strong, obedient muscle-dog. An owned slave , collared, leashed and controlled by the master. My muscles and body were now for his pleasure only. I noticed myself becoming exponentially hornier with every lift and push of a weight and every minute of the day with these thoughts coursing through my head and now it would seem my body. Paradoxically with the cock cage any release was impossible.
He put me through some harsh workouts twice a day, securing me to a cross in his basement a few times and whipping me if he felt I wasn't pushing enough. It was painful but I guessed perhaps he was right, I could give it more and sometimes I actually believed I deserved it. The last time I was whipped outside in the workout yard and I had to fetch the whip he wanted to use from the dungeon-different from the one usually hanging from his belt or close by -and then at the end thank him for it. That was the biggest mind fuck yet. In the morning he would have me stand upright at attention legs spread arms flexed at the foot of his bed and inspect my body for improvements feeling, touching and assessing every muscle and vein like a piece of meat for sale in the market. He would also check the security of the chastity cage ignoring my moans of pent up sexual energy. We fell into a routine of workouts, walking me leashed and naked, me getting better rapidly at being on all fours. We walked all through his property and the woods me learning to play fetch, urinate and everything dog like and finally at the end of the day being hosed down outside like a horse or beast and then sleeping on a dog-bed at the foot of his bed, I hated to acknowledge it but I actually began to enjoy some of it. I also began to take more and more notice of his body and movements. He was usually shirtless and his muscles seemed to ripple hypnotically. I couldn't say exactly for sure at that time but I was becoming sexually turned on by him as well, not just by his objectification of me. Walking on all fours or heeling at his feet gave me a constant close up view of his tight little ass and legs and I started to study and admire it all AND believe it or not feel proud that he had chosen me!
At the end of the week when he dropped me off in town finally in clothes with my dick free, and able to talk again like a human if I wanted to, I was almost a little sorry to go back to real life. The reality was this game was over and we both had to get back to work. We were eerily silent in the car back to town with all kinds of crazy thoughts swirling around in my head.
He had done something on the last night that I would never forget. When we were both in bed for the night he summoned me out of my dog bed and told me to stand upright. I thought it was a random inspection or some new exercise he wanted to subject me to. But he stared into my eyes, then at my body and felt my chest, nipples and biceps which all felt decidedly pumped. I trembled all over and my cock twitched with excitement as he reached for his car keys on the side-table and then selected one which I figured was the key to my cock-cage. I had become incredibly horny all week but had learned to deal with it and focus on the training for distraction, but now it seemed he was going to release me. He actually did slowly and painstakingly, teasing me and staring into my eyes. When the final click of the lock happened and the cage was open my cock immediately burst from its prison stretching fully out, rearing to attention and dripping with precum. I didn't know how to react at first wether to just relieve myself or wait for his orders. That's when I realized I was fully broken and under his control. My whole body felt on fire, my heart raced while my cock twitched about, straining as if it wanted to burst with blood. Finally after a few seconds he looked into my eyes, lay back and said "And now Fido fuck!"
He pulled me forward over him and kissed my lips which shocked me and I realized what he wanted me to do. I began what I knew I had to do and slipped into him like a knife into warm butter. I was ferocious in my fucking as I had been locked up and intensely horny for a week.
I eventually exploded in what was the biggest and best orgasm of my life. It was indeed the best sex I ever had. My mind was boggled by what just happened and how I got there as I lay heaving over him. He had a look of triumph and that sardonic smile on his face as he stroking my hair said "Good boy Fido".
After a few minutes he stared into my eyes and asked me if i had enjoyed being his dog. I nodded and he said "So I guess I will being seeing more of you" grinning smugly.
I had no answer in the midst of this mind boggling and confusing release, and so we just drifted off to sleep in the bed snuggled together for the first time since I had become a dog in a scintillating and delicious mix of sweat and cum...