Rugby Pup Part 9

Rugby Pup 9

And so I returned to my normal life on Wall street, fully clothed in designer suits, a successful, educated, and worldly gentleman lunching with coworkers and business associates, going to the gym and Rugby practice coming up on Saturdays. I functioned as normal at first, but gradually I was becoming wildly distracted in my mind. I kept thinking about it, but had put my week with him down to just an experience I wasn't ever going to forget and I must admit somewhat enjoyed and felt turned on by at the time. I thought I certainly wasn't interested in repeating it.
My first Saturday back at Rugby was when my mind started to go really crazy. I kept looking at the sidelines wondering if my little muscle-master was going to be there looking and watching me but he wasn't. I kept messing up on the Rugby field and people were yelling at me asking
"Dude, What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
I just said something serious was on my mind and eventually excused myself from play and sat on the side watching.
He had given me his number and told me to call him if I ever wanted more 'training' but I was sure at first I didn't want to. I figured we would meet at the playing field again and hang afterwards, but no more dog play.
Not seeing him at the field had really driven me crazy though so that night after I got home and showered and was sitting on my couch naked, horny, thinking of him and our time together I began playing with myself for the first time since I came home. I had missed doing it tremendously when my cock was locked up. I then nervously dialed his number. All I got was voicemail. This confused and frustrated me even more so, believe it or not, missing the dog-space in my head and with a rush of adrenalin coursing through my body I got out the collar and leash he had given me as a souvenir when I was leaving and put it on. I immediately got a boner that you wouldn't believe. I was nervous, scared and rattled by what was going on with me but excited like I hadn't been in ages. I actually of my own free will got on the floor and started to walk around and practice my dog walk, sitting, playing fetch and finally my muscle inspection stance in front of the mirror, basically everything he had taught me.
I must admit i could see a little more pump and definition in my muscles and knew he would have been pleased. I imagined his hands running over me and squeezing my biceps. I felt the need to jack off and squirt but somehow didn't do it. He had trained me in a week that was only to happen on his command and semi-consciously I felt I was betraying him by doing it on my own. What had this guy done to my mind I wondered? Had he hypnotized me? Had he put some kind of submission inducing drug in my feed in the dog bowl I had eaten from. I had heard of some herb the Amazon women fed to the men in their tribe to make them more submissive without them realizing it. Did he have a supply of that? But whatever it was he did I was doing this voluntarily now so I guessed it wasn't important. I eventually barked at myself in the mirror and then settled back on the couch with my collar still on.
A few minutes later the phone rang. It was him.
'Fido?' he said
I froze for a minute hearing that and then eventually responded.
'Master?'
He asked what i was doing and when I told him 'nothing really' he quickly told me to meet him in the park, with my collar on. He seemed to know exactly what was going on with me even if i didn't.
I immediately put down the phone without saying anything and nervously contemplated what had just happened. I wrestled with myself, part of me wanted to meet him but not necessarily as a dog just as a friend but he had called me by my dog name and instructed me to wear the collar which meant he wanted me as a dog.
I broke out into a sweat not knowing what to do. After a few minutes I decided what was the worst that could happen? I could meet him in the park which was dark and deserted now so no one would see us and we could play for a while even as dog and master. So trembling with fear and sweating nervously, I put on short shorts showing off my well developed rugby legs which he always said he liked and a tank top showing off my torso. I picked up my keys and headed to the Rugby field in the park.
At first I couldn't find him at the field. I could see no one in the dimly lit area. I was just about to leave remembering I hadn't answered his command on the phone so he probably took that as a no, when a voice called out to me from the wooded area behind the field "here boi!
I took a deep breath of relief and walked towards it. Suddenly I could see him standing there moonlight shimmering on his bare chest and muscles and his familiar black pants with the bull whip hanging from his belt and holding a leash. I knew what he wanted without even having to say it so I approached him and got into my muscle inspection stance. But he didn't feel anything this time just gave that wicked smile and deep blue eyed stare and told me to get my clothes off, which I quickly did. He then pulled a cock cage from behind him that was also hanging from his belt and proceeded to put it on me. I simply stood still and let him lock it on, hanging my head in a kind of submissive shame that I actually was letting him do this to me. He then attached the leash to my collar and firmly said "Heel boi!". I immediately dropped to all fours. He began to walk through the woods and I followed heeling, naked and submissive but feeling strangely satisfied. There we were master and muscle-dog taking a walk in the night under the stars. It was at that point I knew I was somewhat broken and owned mentally. It was a kind of a relief to be over that hump in my mind and I was happy to be in dog space again, at least for the night.
We stayed in the park all night with him making me do all the dog things that he had taught me that week of training and me enjoying it. Heel, fetch, beg, jump, pee, hunt and finally 'suck!' I don't think anyone was around or seeing us so I felt comfortable with it all though still weirded out by how I was behaving. I was a total dog in the moment with no concern but pleasing him, horny as hell and my cock throbbing in the cage. At the end of our night together he took off the leash and told me I could go home, but with some conditions.
Firstly the chastity device had to stay on. I also had a decision to make. I could become his dog full time and move in with him or never play with him again. I was to call him when I decided what I wanted. If I decided I didn't want to be his dog he would mail me the key to the chastity device to unlock myself and that would be the end of it. It was that simple, at least to him.
He patted my head and gave me a tender kiss on my forehead saying I had been a good boy tonight and I should let him know what I wanted to do. I was literally trembling with fear when I walked away from him and headed home.
I walked home in my collar and cock cage locked on, my thoughts racing. I was horny as hell. rattled, confused, with crazy thoughts going through my head, but decidedly turned on....