The New Pup - Chapter one

Sean was a little nervous as he approached the house. Although he had answered the ad for a dog slave, discussed his limits with his new Master and made the preparations that he was instructed to make, he still felt a slight uneasiness as he was about to enter into the unknown. As he drove down the country road, he glanced down at the sports bag that lay on the floor of his car. In the bag was his new latex suit (that he had never been able to put on by himself and his black work boots that he had spent hours polishing to a high shine. Master had not instructed him to bring anything else for his weekend of training.
As he turned into the drive, the garage door opened. His new Master had been watching for him to arrive, so he pulled the car into the garage, the door closed and he was surrounded by the darkness of the windowless building. Sean picked up his bag and got out of the car. He walked to the door of the house . . . knocked . . . and waited for his new life to begin.
He could hear the heavy footsteps approach and the door opened. There, at the door, stood his new Master. Tall and burley with a clean-shaven head, he looked at sean as one would inspect an insect that lit on a window screen. Master was dressed in a black tee shirt, dirty black jeans and grubby black leather work boots.
“You know your place,” Master placed a strong hand in sean’s shoulder, “get the fuck down boy!” As sean fell to his knees, he knew that he was no longer in control of himself, but it was his new Master that he would serve.
Master reached into his back pocket and produced a heavy leather collar. He placed it around sean’s neck and buckled it. The thick leather felt heavy and the meaning of this weighed heavier still. Master took the ring of the collar and snapped a leash on it, to the other end and started walking. Sean shuffled behind trying to keep up with the big mans steps.
The entered a large room in the basement of the Master’s house. The cold floor tiles hurt sean’s knees as he sat waiting for instruction. “Strip” the order came almost unexpectedly . . . sean hesitated . . . ”Stand up and strip” with a jerk of the leash, Master let the leather leash fall to the floor, turned his back on sean, then sat in a padded chair facing his new slave.
Master watched as sean removed his shoes and socks, his shirt and pants and finally his underwear. Sean could feel his cheeks redden as he stood naked in front of the man. Master said nothing, he just sat there and stared at the young mans body.
“Let’s take a look at what we have here.” Master rose from the chair and approached sean. As Master walked behind him, sean could hear a rustling from the cupboard. The actions were beyond his sight and he didn’t dare to turn to look. He heard the sound of rubber stretching and snapping into place.
Master took him by the jaw and sean instinctively opened his mouth. Gloved fingers entered his mouth, inspecting his teeth, tongue and pressing back into his throat until sean gagged. Master chuckled. His eyes, his ears, his nose all received attention from Master. His nipples were pinched and twisted. His cock was held and he could feel it stiffen slightly. His balls were cupped in Master’s hand, weighed them and then, again, twisted enough to make sean wince. “Not too much to show for yourself down there,” seans cheeks, again, flushed at the Master’s words.
“Open up” the Master ordered. Sean opened his lips to allow the gloved fingers to enter his mouth again. He could taste the tang of his own sweat and the musk of his own cock. “Get them good and wet, boy, there going up your ass soon.” Sean licked and drooled over the fingers, knowing that his saliva would be the only lubricant that he was going to get.
Master jerked his fingers from sean’s mouth. “Bend over,” sean obeyed. He could feel Master spread his ass cheeks and trace his ass crack with the wet fingers. Suddenly, one of the digits entered sean’s hole. He winced and grunted. He winced again as, without warning, a second finger entered him. The Master’s fingers moved inside him, probing his guts and stretching his hole. “Good enough”, Master jerked his fingers out of sean’s ass and pulled off the gloves.
“Time to get you cleaned up”. Master took sean by the leash and led him to a small laundry room. “Sit down here”, he pulled an old chair from the side of the room and sean sat. Master turned on an overhead bulb that shone down on his new boy.
Without a word, Master took the clippers from their hook. He turned them on with a snap and ran the buzzing device over sean’s head. Sean had short hair to begin with, but he was beginning to question his decision to agree to having it buzzed off. The hair fell onto sean’s shoulders and into his eyes.
Master then moved to his body. The clippers sheared the hair from his chest, his arm pits and, finally, his crotch.
Sean was now bare. He was free of the hair that defined him as a man. The feeling was short lived though, Master had other thoughts. Master reached to the counter and got a can of shave cream and a disposable razor. He spread the cream over sean’s head and dragged the razor across the lather. Cool strips of bare skin emerged from the layer of soap. Sean had never had his head shaved before, but he knew that, in the future, he would never have it any other way.
Master moved from his head to his body, shaving sean’s chest and arms. Master spread the thick lather over sean’s cock and balls. The razor gently removed the last traces of manly hair that sean had.
“Get up and bend over”, Master ordered, sean obeyed. Lather was spread over sean’s ass and up the crack. The razor removed the hair.
Sean was bare, a hairless thing that looked nothing like the man that entered the house just a short time ago.
Master took a hose and, without warning, sprayed sean with a cold mist. Sean cringed. A sharp slap to his ass cheeks made him stand straight and ignore the cold water. He watched as the hair mixed with lather and swirled down the floor drain.
“Almost done, let’s go”, Master took the leash, picked up a small case, and led sean out into the back yard. Sean’s hands instinctively covered his cock and balls, but Master slapped them away, “There’s nobody to see you around here”.
Master led sean to a picnic table. He reached into the case and brought out a one inch ball stretcher. Master took sean’s nuts and pulled them away from his bare body. Sean could feel the metal snaps click into place. His balls were stretched from his body and the nut sack was tight with the new pressure.
“Bend over the table”, Master ordered. Sean leaned over the table, exposing his stretched nuts and his hairless ass.
Master took the leash and looped it around the table and attached it with a snap to the ball stretcher. Sean was immobile, if he tried to pull, he would only be pulling on his own nuts.
He could feel masters fingers smearing lubricant on his butt hole. He prepared for the invading finger or cock, but it never happened. Instead, Master inserted a small tube. With the release of a clamp, sean began to feel the rush of water into his bowels. The warm water filled him and he could feel his abdomen distend. “Hold it”, Master removed the tube. Sean grimaced as he tried to hold the water in. Master massaged sean’s belly as the water turned into a slurry of shit in sean’s guts.
“Let it go”, sean released his grip and the water and filth spewed out of him. He flushed as he felt the shitty mess drool down his legs.
Without warning, the tube was up his ass again, and the procedure was repeated. He emptied his bowels two more times. The humiliation and the dull ache in his balls were quickly forgotten when another blast from the garden hose cleaned the shit from his body.
As Master greased his ass once again he said, “Time to make you into a pup”. Sean could feel the blunt probing of a dildo in his ass. The muscles relaxed and Master pushed a large butt plug in to the hilt. Sean grunted and jerked. The leash pulled on his balls as Master held the plug in place until it was well seated.
He unsnapped the leash from the ball stretcher, slapped sean on the ass and said “get in the house”. Sean struggled to walk to the house with his balls stretched out and a plug up his ass. He must have been lagging behind when Master slapped his stretched balls. Sean thought that he would collapse but managed to make it back to the house.
Master dried sean off with a rough towel and sprinkled powder over his smooth skin. He reached in the bag that sean brought with him and removed the latex catsuit. Sean was seated on a chair with the butt plug drilling into his ass and they worked his feet into the suit. The latex was drawn up his legs. Sean stood. His cock and balls were pulled through a small opening in the front of the suit and his arms were worked into the suit. Master pulled the zipper up the back of the suit and for the first time sean was enrobed in the clinging latex of the suit.
Knee pads were affixed in place and Master ordered sean to kneel.
Master produced a pair of leather mitts and sean forced his hands into them. His fingers were tightly clenched as the buckles were fastened. His hands were now nothing but paws, useful only to walk on.
Master placed his hand on sean’s shoulder and forced him down on all fours. “Stay”, Master said with command but no emotion.
Master unzipped the rear of the suit and pulled out the butt plug. “Don’t get used to this boy. I’ve got a treat for you.”. Master inserted another butt plug . . . a smaller one. He attached a small bulb to a valve on the plug and began to inflate it. The plug grew and invaded sean’s guts. Master pulled on the plug to ensure that it was well seated. Unless it was deflated by Master, this plug would not come out on it’s own.
Protruding from the plug was a short rubber tail. If sean moved his ass, the tail would move, causing the plug to rub against his prostrate.
Lastly, came the hood. Master stood over sean as he fitted the heavy leather hood over sean’s head. He adjusted it so that sean now saw the world through two eyeholes. A gash allowed Master access to sean’s mouth. Master tightened the laces that ran up the back of the hood. Sean felt his cock stiffen as the hood became snug and the scent of leather mingles with the aroma of latex mingled and filled his nostrils.
Master stood back and inspected his work. He adjusted the suit here and there, he tugged on sean’s nuts to place them in a more accessible position, he pulled the tail to ensure that the plug was firm in the boy’s ass.
“Looks pretty good to me.”, Master said. He ran his hand over seans’s back and rubbed his belly. “You have a long way to go before you’re a decent dog, but you’re a pretty good pup for now.” Master patted his new pup’s ass and sean knew that this was good.
Master left the room. The pup was alone for the first time since his arrival. He sat back and looked at his new paws. He brought them to his nose and inhaled the smell of leather. He reached down and rubbed his cock with the paws. He leaned back further and could feel his new tail touch the floor and press the plug tighter against his prostrate. Pre-cum was drooling out of his cock. He rubbed the paws over his cock and under his balls. He closed his eyes as his cock erupted, spewing jism on the floor and over his new paws. His asshole tightened around the plug as his cum pumped onto the floor.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Master bellowed. The pup stared at the man in the doorway. His jeans had been replaced with a leather jock strap and a heavy leather body harness replaced the tee shirt. The Master still wore the black work boots and the pup saw that the Master’s nipples were adorned with two heavy silver rings.
The Master’s gentle petting a few minutes ago changed. He grabbed the pup by the back of the hood and forced his face into the puddle of cum on the floor. “Clean that mess up!”
The pup’s nose was forced into the slimy mess. He licked at the cum in an attempt to clean up his mess. Tears ran down his face. He had disappointed his Master. He licked his paws as the Master stood over him.
Master sat in a chair and watched the pup try to clean up his shame. As the pup licked the last droplet of cum off his paw Master said, “Get over here, you’re not done yet!”. He reached over and bunted the pup’s nuts with the toe of his boot. The pup yelped. “Shut the fuck up! I’ll give you something to cry for later!”
The pup scampered over to the Master and sat at his feet. “Clean these boots up! Lick them good!”
The pup leaned down and began to lick the boots. As his tongue touched the leather, he realized that these were the same boots that Master had been wearing all day . . . during the shaving . . . during his cleaning. The boots were covered with a thin film of hair and soap, shit and powder. The pup drew back at the taste of his own filth. “What’s the matter? Can’t stand your own shit?” Master forced the pup’s head down to the boots. A thin trickle of blood oozed from his lip where the course laces had mashed against his lip. Slowly and deliberately, the pup cleaned the Master’s boots. By the time he was finished the boots gleamed black, the leather wet with drool and spit. The heavy lugs on the soles had been picked clean of dirt and shit. Master looked down and was pleased.
Master reached down to his jock and unsnapped the front. His thick cock flopped out and hung over his hefty nuts. The smell of stale piss, sweat and dick cheese filled the pup’s nostrils. He took the hint and began licking the man’s cock. He lapped the cock clean. He was proud of himself because he only gagged twice, but a hard swat from the Master brought him back to his senses.
As he was cleaning the cheesy cock, Master came in his face. Hot jism ran down his chin and onto the Master’s boots. The cum ran onto the chair and up the Master’s ass crack. “Shit! Clean this up ya little cunt!”, and slapped the leather hood.
Master stood from the chair. The pup licked and slaked until the Master was clean again. Then the Master turned around and bent over. The pup sniffed the man’s ass crack and recoiled. “Get in there, ya little bastard, or I’ll pull those nuts right off!” The pup nuzzled into the shitty ass crack and cleaned the Master’s ass. With his teeth, he pulled the dried shit from the Master’s ass hair. He dug his tongue deep into the Master’s hole. The taste of his Master’s shit became almost intoxicating for the pup. He licked and drooled until the man was clean.
Master took the leash and led the pup over to a doorway. It was the Master’s bedroom. The pup was excited. He thought that the Master had further plans for him in here. However, the Master only said, “you sleep here tonight. You have a big day tomorrow.”
The Master pointed to a pile of dirty cloths at the end of the bed. The pup walked quietly over to them, laid down and prepared to go to sleep. Master reached down and unsnapped the ball stretcher. The pup’s nuts tingled with new found freedom. The Master gently rubbed the pups aching nuts and patted the head of his new puppy.
He couldn’t get comfortable on the pile of cloths, no matter how he turned and twisted. The butt plug was starting to make his ass hole sore, the latex was hot and his fingers were cramped from inactivity.
Finally exhaustion settled in and he fell asleep with the smell of his Master’s sweaty cloths surrounding him.
Sean woke early on Saturday morning. He looked over and saw that the Master was already up. The house was quiet and the sun was streaming in the bedroom window. Sean’s back was stiff, and his arms and fingers ached from inactivity. His ass hole felt hot and swollen from the extended time with the butt plug in place. He listened. He couldn’t hear the Master moving in the house. He rose to his knees and stretched. His back creaked with pain. He put his hands on the edge of the bed and rose to his feet, his knees cracked as he, once again, stretched.
“What the fuck do you think your doing?” the Master’s voice boomed from the open door. Sean fell back to his knees. The big man had moved quickly across the room. Smack! The masters hand hit sean’s head! The Master grabbed sean by the lacing in the back of the leather hood and pulled him toward him.
Master was now sitting on the edge of the bed with sean sprawled over his knee. Smack, smack, smack. The beefy hands slapped the latex that covers sean’s ass. “Please stop!” sean wept as the spanking continued.
Smack, smack, smack! “You fucking little cunt! Dog’s don’t fucking talk back to me!” Master suddenly stood, sending sean sprawling on the floor. Sean lay there sobbing as the Master stormed from the room.
The tears ran down sean’s cheeks and under the tight leather hood. “Please” he whimpered but there was no one to hear. He was alone in his pain and his shame.
The heavy sounds of the Master’s boots returned. Sean didn’t look up. He was too ashamed of his actions to meet the gaze of the Master who loved him.
His head was jerked up. “I didn’t think that this would be necessary, but I guess that pups will never learn on their own!” Master forced a rubber ball between sean’s teeth and fixed the buckles behind the boy’s head. With the gag in place, the pup would learn that he was not to speak to his Master in such a way again.
Master snapped the leash on the pup’s collar and started walking toward the door. The pup stumbled to keep up and finally managed to match the Master’s pace. Down the hall the Master walked with the pup heeling behind.
They entered the brightly lit kitchen. “Stay.” The Master pointed to a place on the floor and the pup obeyed by hunkering down on the spot and waited for the Master’s next move.
The Master went to the sink and ran a metal dish full of water and placed it on the floor in front of the pup. The pup didn’t realize how hungry and thirsty he was until this moment. The Master got another identical dish from the cupboard and took it to the refrigerator. He filled the dish with a greyish meat that was cold and congealed with grease. He placed the dish on the floor beside the water.
The pup drooled; partially because of the ball gag and partially because of his hunger. The Master reached for the pup’s head. The pup recoiled slightly, remembering the severe discipline that the Master administered to him earlier. The buckles were unfastened and the gag was removed.
Awkwardly the pup attempted to drink the water and quickly found that he had to lap the cool liquid into his mouth. Turning to the food he bit into the cold pile of ground meat and withdrew because of the greasy texture of the ground meat, but hunger overcame him and he finished both bowls. The Master ignored him and read the newspaper and drank his hot cup of coffee.
“Time for you to go out.” The Master said as he rose from his chair. He opened the kitchen doo that led to the back yard and motioned for the pup to go outside. Obeying the pup entered the yard and the Master, again, took the leash and led him to a tree.
The pup knew what was expected of him. He had to piss, but after trying to squat, he found that the easiest and cleanest way was to raise his leg and piss on the tree. He lowered his leg and started to walk away. With a jerk of the leash, he stopped. “Smell it”, the Master instructed. The pup turned and sniffed the rough bark of the tree. He could smell his own acrid piss.
The Master took the leash and led the pup to the corner of the yard. The ground was soft with a blanket of last year’s leaves. The Master reached down and unscrewed the release valve of the butt plug tail. As the air hissed out of the device, the pup could feel his guts free from the tightness of the plug. The Master pulled the plug out of the pup’s ass and held it under its nose. The pup sniffed the plug and recoiled from the scent of his own ass juices. He tried to turn away but the Master held the plug in place. Finally, the pup gingerly licked the plug and tasted his own shit.
Free of the invading plug, the pup knew what was expected next. After turning several times to get a secure footing, he squatted. He was grateful that the leather hood hid the embarrassed flush that reddened his cheeks. In the leaves, with his Master watching, the pup shit. To avoid another reprimanding jerk of his leash, he turned and sniffed the meagre deposit. Master patted the back of his head. The pup smiled that he had met his Master’s wishes.
Master unhooked the leash and allowed the pup his freedom of the fenced yard. The pup walked around the yard, sniffing his surroundings, while the Master went back into the house.
When the Master returned, he was carrying a bag. The pup rushed over to see what the Master had for him now!
“Sit.”, The pup obeyed. Master brought out the shiny black boots that the pup had been instructed to bring. Master took one of the pup’s hind feet and fitted the boot on it. He proceeded to lace the boot tightly to the top and repeated the process with the other boot. Master then withdrew two wide leather cuffs from the sack and affixed them to the pup’s ankles. Two more wide leather straps were secured around the pup’s thighs.
Master lifted the pup’s booted foot and snapped the ankle cuff to the thigh cuff, then repeated for the other leg. “There, you won’t be trying to stand any more”.
The pup strained against the bonds and eventually found that the secured feet made walking on the knee pads easier.
Lastly, the Master produced the pup’s tail plug. He greased the pup’s ass again and pushed the plug deep within. After a few squeezes of the inflating bulb, the pup felt familiar fullness in his ass. The pup moved his hips and wagged his tail in appreciation.
The Master and pup returned to the house. The next few hours saw the pup following the Master around the house, receiving pats from time to time and sharp slaps that his behaviour needed correcting.
The pup, again, cleaned the Master’s boots. The Master had stepped in some of the pup’s shit and, after licking and drooling over the soiled leather, the boots were clean and shiny with drool.
As the pup was laying at his Master’s feet, the boots were cleaned and the Master pleased, unconsciously a padded paw moved down and began rubbing his cock and balls. The events of the past hours were overwhelming for the young pup, his cock grew and his balls churned.
Suddenly the Master noticed what the pup was doing and, with a firm kick to the pup’s nuts, said “You fucking little bitch! I have told you about that before!” the pup jerked his paw away and hung his head in shame. The Master got up and left the room.
When he returned, he dug the toe of his boot under the pup’s belly and flipped him over on his back. The Master grabbed the pup’s cock and balls and pulled them sharply away from his body. He affixed a cold, hinged metal pod around the base of the pup’s cock. The other half of the pod swung up and was locked into place with a small screw. The pup’s cock and balls were tightly packed into the confines of the metal. The whole device was then pushed within the confines of the latex suit. And the opening was zipped closed.
The ball gag was strapped into place again and the pup was led into the room where, just last night, saw his transformation. The Master removed the covering of the small table and revealed, not a table, but a cage. The gate was opened and the pup was pushed in.
Unable to turn in the tight confines of the cage, the Master closed the door. He reached into the cage with the inflating bulb and applied several more pups to the pup’s butt plug. The pup whined in pain and confusion.
The lights were turned out and the pup was left alone in the darkness of the room.
Time passed. The pup lost track of how long he spent in the cage. His knees ached. His cock and balls, crammed in the metal pod, ached and were pulled away from his body by the heaviness of the steel confines. Since the cage was small, he could neither lay nor turn. Time passed. He waited for the Master.
Finally, the door opened and the Master entered the room. The pup squinted as the Master flipped the wall switch and light flooded in. The Master opened the cage and pulled the pup out. The pup moved stiffly, but fought against his desire to lag behind and anger the Master by his slowness.
“I’ve got a treat for you tonight bitch.” The Master patted the pup’s ass. The pup wearily wagged his tail.
The Master unfastened his leg bindings and allowed the pup’s feet to move freely. The boots were untied and removed. The Master pulled the knee pads off and added them to the pile of items growing on the floor. The Master then unzipped the latex suit. And started to pull it from the pup’s body. The smell of sweat and musk filled the room. The pup’s tender skin was red and hot. The butt plug was deflated and removed from the pup’s ass hole. Master rubbed a cool cream on the pup’s hole that made it feel soothed and calm.
The Master unlaced and removed the leather hood and replaced the ball gag. The pup now stood naked before his Master. He was taken to the laundry room again, where a bucket of water awaited them. The Master took a sponge and washed the pup.
After the wash, the Master put on a latex glove and inserted a large bolus up the pup’s ass. As the suppository melted in the heat of the pup’s bowels, and urge to shit enveloped the pup.
Master took his time giving attention to every inch of the pup’s body. When the Master decided that the pup was clean enough, he led him to the back yard.
The pup hurried as fast as he could to the place where he shit in the morning. He barely had time to squat when his guts loosened and his shit piled on the dead leaves. His guts were cramping as more and more the pile of shit grew. The pup felt drained and empty.
When he returned to the house, the Master was waiting for him with the garden hose. The pup knew what the Master had in mind, so he turned and allowed the Master to spray the fresh shit off of his ass with the cold spray.
The sun was dipping down in the west and the pup realized how long he had spent in the cage.
When he followed the Master back into the house, his boots were replaced and his feet bound to his thighs again. The Master removed the ball gag and replaced it with a tough leather ring that spread the pup’s mouth wide open.
“You’re going to learn how to ‘show’” the Master said to the pup. The pup looked back at his Master with a confused stare.
The Master walked behind the pup and said, “First, straiten up”. The Master placed to toe of his boot under the pup’s nuts and lifted them. The pup, instinctively, arched his back to withdraw from the pressure of the steel toe. “Then spread your hind legs.” The pup moved his back legs farther apart, spreading his ass cheeks and exposing his ass hole.
“Good boy”, the Master patted the pup’s rump. The pup was pleased that his Master approved. “Now, when I tell you to ‘Show’, this is what you will do.”
The new gag caused the pup to have little control of the drool that was streaming down his chin. As the pup was about to wipe the slime from his chin, he was startled by the sound of a vehicle pulling into the drive. He was frozen with fear and humiliation. He looked for a place to hide, but the Master held tight to the leash.
Master led him to the door and opened it. “This is the surprise that I have for you”, the Master said, “I thought that you would like to meet another one for your own kind. But this one is a dog. He’ll be able to teach you a thing or two.”
The man standing at the door looked like the Master. He was a big man with a hairy chest. Like the Master, he had two heavy rings through both nipples. He wore a leather jock strap and black leather chaps. Heavy black boots, that were bigger than the Master’s were laced almost to his knees. He spoke to the Master, but the pup didn’t hear what he said.
The pup was transfixed on the dog that sat on the step beside the other man. The dog was clean shaven with several piercings in his ears, a septum ring and a librate. His tongue lolled out of the corner of his mouth.
The dog wore leather paws, like the pup, and his booted feet were bound to his thighs. A larger tail protruded from the dog’s ass. As the pup looked at the dog with drool running down his chin, he felt the emptiness in his own ass where his tail used to be.
The men led their pets to the room where the cage was located. The dog stared at the pup with a look of loathing in his eyes. A deep growl came from deep within the dog’s throat that caused the pup to withdraw in fear and hesitation.
The man told the dog to “Stay” and the dog obeyed. Dropping the leash, the man walked over to the pup and inspected him. His mouth, tits and ass were all probed and prodded. The man took the metal pod and jerked it roughly. The pup whined. The man laughed.
“The little bitch won’t keep his paws off his nuts.” the Master said, “I was hoping that a good breeding would settle him down a bit.”
“Good idea,” the man said, “let’s see what he’s got.”. The Master produced the key and unlocked the metal device and allowed the pup’s cock and balls to hang free. The man reached down and gripped the aching organs. “Let’s see what Buster thinks.”
The man called the dog over and immediately Buster began sniffing the pup’s nose and face. The pup followed his lead.
“Show.”, The Master ordered. The pup obeyed and took that stance that he was instructed.
Then the dog turned and sniffed the pup’s ass. It had little scent since the thorough cleaning that he had just received. The dog sniffed and then licked the pup’s hole. The pup remained motionless has the dog licked his nuts. The dog’s tongue entered the pup’s ass hole, slackened slightly by the butt plug. The pup arched his back with delight. Then the licking stopped.
The man reached behind the dog and with a strong tug removed the tail plug. Ass juices hung from the plug. A blast of gas escaped the dog’s gaping hole. The man and the Master both laughed.
The man brought the dog around to the pup’s face. The dog turned and presented his ass to the pup. The dog had not received the same treatment as the pup. His ass hole was crusty with shit. His hole was distended and gaping from the recent removal of the plug. The pup knew what was expected of him. Hindered by the ring gag he licked and drooled over the dog’s ass and cleaned it as best he could.
The man pulled the dog away. The dog stood still while the man pushed the dog’s nuts, then his cock, through a heavy metal cock ring. “Get him up.” The man ordered. The pup realized that the man was talking to him.
The pup approached the dog from the rear. After several attempts, the pup was able to thread the dog’s large cock through the hole in his gag. The tongued the cock and could feel it swell and grow in his mouth. The man pulled the dog away. The man pushed the pup aside and gave the dog’s cock several rubs with his gloved hand.
As the pup watched the dogs cock grow in the man’s hand, he gasped with surprise. The Master had inserted his fingers into the pup’s still tender hole. He was working in a heavy, thick lubricant. The grease was pressed into the pup’s ass and filled his guts. The Master then took what was left on his hand and rubbed the dog’s massive cock. The dog’s meat grew even large.
The man moved to the pup’s head. He positioned himself si that the pup was pinned between the large boots. “C’mon Buster. She’s ready for ya!”
The dog moved behind the pup. The pup looked to see the Master, but was unable to move his head.
“C’mon.” The man said again. The pup could feel the dog sniffing his hole again. Suddenly, the dog mounted him. The leather paws gripped his torso and dug deeply into his nipples. The dog was thrusting his cock into the pup’s ass crack, but was unable to find the hole. Abruptly, the cock found it’s mark and the massive cock was plunged deep into the pup’s guts. A frantic whine escaped through the pup’s ring gag.
The dog began humping the pup’s tender ass. Deeper and deeper the dog’s cock was forced into the pup’s hole. Tears ran down the pup’s face. The humping continued until the dog stopped with his cock buried to the hilt in the pup’s ass.
The pup could feel the dog’s cock swell. Load after load of cum filled the pup’s bowels. After several more humps, the dog was pulled off. The pup had been bred for the first time.
The pup stood there in the centre of the room, unable to move. His legs quivered. Hot cum dribbled out of his ass and down his leg. The man brought the dog around to the pup’s face again. “Clean him up”, the Master’s voice came from behind him.
Once more the pup took the dog’s cock into his drooling mouth. The cock was slick with the taste of lubricant and shit. The pup no longer cared, he licked and slaked the dog’s cock until it was clean. The dog moaned.
“I picked up that package for you” the Master said to the man, and showed him the large mailing package.
The man opened the package, “Thanks”, and smiled as he viewed it’s contents.
The pup drew in his breath when the man removed the contents of the box. It was a new tail plug. For a moment the pup feared that it was for him, but the whine that came from the dog’s muzzle assured the pup that it was for the dog.
The new tail was about twelve inches long like the dog’s current tail, but the other end was quite different. The tail was attached to a huge butt plug, as big around as a beer can. The pup looked at the dog and the dog simply stared at his fate.
“Let’s put it in”, the man laughed as he weighed the huge piece of rubber in his hands.
“We’ll get this one out of the way first” the Master said and opened the cage door. The pup obediently backed into the cage and the gate was shut.
“Lay down, ya fucking whiner”, the man yelled at the dog. The dog obeyed.
The Master took his place at the dog’s head and squatted down, pinning the dog’s shoulders to the floor.
The man went around behind the dog. Desperate whimpers came from the powerful beast..
“This will make it go a bit easier.” The man said as he scooped into the lubricant, “But not too easy.” Both men laughed.
The man coated the plug with the grease and pressed the blunt end of the plug to the dog’s ass hole. The dog squirmed and howled as the man applied greater and greater pressure to the plug.
Finally, the dog’s hole yielded to the forced plug. With a howl and a grunt, the plug was driven home and held in place by the man.
Beads of sweat marked the dog’s face as he lay under the powerful weight of the Master. The man kept holding the plug in place until the dog calmed and quit whining.
The Master got to his feet and the dog rose to all fours. “That’s not so bad, is it Buster?” the man said. He reached down and patted the dog’s back. He stroked his ass cheeks and gave the plug a tug. The dog winced and both men laughed.
The Master opened the cage and released the pup. The youngster could feel the embarrassment of the dog.
The man picked up the ball gag and strapped it on the dog, buckling the leather straps behind it’s head. The Master came to the man and rubbed the front of the leather jock strap. The whispered to each other and the two left the room.
The dog and the pup were alone in the room. They looked at each other with knowing eyes. The dog hobbled over to the pup. Walking was difficult with the new plug in his ass.
The dog backed up to the pup’s face and presented his ass. The pup sniffed the new tail. The smell of new rubber filled his senses. The pup licked the dog’s tender ass.
The dog placed a padded paw on the pup’s shoulder and the pup lay down on the floor. The dog lay beside him. The dog rubbed the pup’s tits with the leather paw and eventually the two fell asleep.
The pup was awakened by a sharp nudging in his ass. He opened his eyes to see the Master pressing on his tail with his boot. “Time for bed”. The pup looked around and saw that the dog and the other man had left.
The pup got up and hobbled over to the cage. “No”, the Master said, “this is your last night, you can sleep in my room.” the pup became excited and wagged his stump of a tail. He followed the Master to the bedroom and headed for the pile of clothes where he had slept his first night.
The Master removed the ring gag, unhooked his boots from his thighs and allowed the young pup to stretch out on the pile of cloths.
As the pup lay on the pile of cloths, surrounded by his Master’s scent, he thought about the dog. What torment he was feeling, the humping of his first breeding by the big dog, what was his name or did it even matter. He was a dog slave, stripped of dignity and identity, only serving a Master.
In the morning the routine was the same. He was fed the same meat that he had eaten the day before. He was famished today and licked the bowl clean. The Master holed the pup’s boots to the thigh straps and let him out in the back yard to piss and shit. The cold spray of water awakened him.
This morning Master had decided to clean him out again. The enema was cold and caused the pup’s guts to cramp. Filled with water and then release, filled and release, filled and release.
The pup’s nuts ached from lack of attention and sheer anticipation of his last day with the Master. He knew that his Master had special plans for him.
The pup followed the Master into the house. Master took the butt plug and pressed it into the pup’s waiting hole. The uncomfortable void was filled. As the Master began to inflate the plug, the familiar tightness returned. The pup swooned as the plug, once again, began rubbing his prostate. The inflating continued, though, stretching the pup’s ass larger than it had in the past two days. Swooning turned to wincing and desire turned to dread.
The Master soaked a towel on hot water, ordered the pup to lie on his back and placed the steaming towel on the pup’s nuts. The pup lay there, trying to lift his rump so that the plug wouldn’t be driven any deeper into his ass, while the hot towel scalded his nuts.
After a while the towel began to cool. The Master removed it and told the pup to stand. The pup’s nut-sack was now hanging loos between his legs. Before the sack had a chance to retract, the Master gripped it and held it tight.
A tight leather strap was snapped around the top of the pup’s nut-sack and another strap was passed between them, stretching and separating the pup’s balls. The skin of the sack was tight and the pup’s tender nuts were jutting out behind him.
“Show.” The Master ordered. The pup spread his legs. The butt plug was tight in his ass and the stretching caused him pain.
Suddenly, sean cried, “Oh Shit!” and fell to the floor. The stretching caused his legs and arms to cramp. Immediately, the Master unsnapped his boots from his thighs, deflated the butt plug and unbuckled the thigh straps.
Sean was crying in pain. His shoulders and hands were cramping now. Master quickly removed the mitts from sean’s hands.
The Master rubbed the young man’s legs and thighs. Sean tried to straighten his stiff fingers. The massaging continued until the cramps subsided.
Sean slowly moved his aching fingers. The Master sat on the floor beside him and held him close to his chest. Sean could smell the tenderness and care in the Master’s sweat.
After thirty minutes passed, the pain had subsided. The Master stroked the young man’s smooth body. Sean pulled away from the Master and managed to return to all fours, ready to continue with the Master’s plans.
“No. We’re done for the weekend.”. The Master got up and helped Sean to his feet. Sean, overwhelmed by the Master’s caring, began to cry.
Tears flowed down his cheeks as he muttered, “I’m sorry.”. He felt that he was unable to fulfil his commitment for the weekend, and didn’t want to let the Master down.
“Don’t be silly. You did just fine”, the Master held him close. After Sean calmed, Master dried his tears and said, “Go and have a nice hot shower, you’ll feel better.”
The hot water relaxed Sean’s muscles. He thought of the experiences that he had. Sean smiled.
When he came out of the shower, there was a pair of shorts and a tee shirt waiting for him. He put them on. The clothes felt strange and exciting against his smooth flesh. Sean also put on the collar that John has placed around his neck the first day.
John had prepared some hot soup for hem when he returned to the kitchen. Sean ate and they talked about what had happened.. Although Sean said that he was willing to carry on for the remainder of the weekend, John wouldn’t allow it, saying that this had been enough for their first time together.
Sean gathered his latex suit and placed it back in the bag; he would clean the sweat and cum from it when he got home. John walked him out to his car. Sean hated to leave this place, but they had made plans to meet again in two weeks.
Sean closed the car door, “See ya soon.”, he said to John. John leaned in the car window and kissed Sean deeply, his tongue invading Sean’s mouth.
“Yep, see ya in a couple of weeks.”. With those words, John reached in the car and snapped a small padlock on the collar that was still around Sean’s neck.
Sean backed the car out of the garage and headed down the lonely road toward home. He touched the padlock and smiled. “See you in a couple of week’s Master.”