The pub dog part 1

About time there was a new story here.

It was the middle of summer and Dan was standing at the open window in his bedroom on a Saturday afternoon. The leafy street below was quiet with just the occasional car going by, and the city skyline across the river was hazy in the heat. The heat... it had gone on for weeks and was unbearable. Dan had left all of the windows in the house open last night, but it hadn't helped. If he didn't get a change of scenery soon, he would doubtless lie down and sleep the day away. Some days that was all he wanted to do. Sleep, eat, and rest.

Dan supposed this was a good opportunity to check out the new pub that his friend Mike and a business partner had opened. Mike had only hinted that it was for more specialist tastes than just plain rubber and leather, knowing that Dan was a curious sort and always on the look out for new kicks. He'd also told Dan that he didn't need to worry about turning up in gear; that if he popped over the next Saturday afternoon for a few beers, he'd make sure there was something in Dan's size.

Dan grabbed his wallet and keys and left the house. He took a shortcut through the woods behind the house. As he walked in the shade of the trees, the smell of the soil and plants around made Dan a little hard.

As he got to the end of the trail through the woods, Dan came to a busy road. Dan could see the rundown site where his friend's new pub would be. Once Dan got to the site, he looked at the warehouses and other buildings. His friend must've picked this place because of the remoteness and so only those that knew about it would stumble into the pub.

Dan saw it at last. A dusty-looking place with all of the downstairs windows boarded up. A few bikes and a car outside were the only clue that the place was open. Dan approached the door and found it wouldn't open. He was puzzled, but knew that his friend opened up on Saturday afternoons, so he knocked.

It was about a minute before there was any response. A bolt moved on the other side of the door, and it opened slightly. A dimly-lit face peered out, even darker because of the thick black beard and hair on the man's face. He looked Dan up and down, then opened the door just wide enough to let him in. It was steadily shut behind Dan as soon as he got in the place, and the bolt was put back across the door.

Dan introduced himself as the guy turned back to him. The guy seemed to have it figured out already, as he was leading Dan towards a changing room at the side of the entrance whose door had a male toilet sign on, except the man was on all fours. Dan's dick twitched a little at the sight. The room to the side had a regular bipedal man on it.

In the changing room, Dan found the clothing that Mike had promised. The doorman watched as he slipped into an all-in-one rubber body suit, and then recognised the other bits and pieces: knee pads, padded mitts, a dog tail buttplug and a rubber mask with only eye and mouth holes. Dan was adept at slipping on this sort of gear. As he turned back to the doorman to be led into the pub, the doorman folded his arms in a hypermasculine stance. Remembering the sign on the door, never mind the mitts and knee pads, Dan realised his mistake and got down on all fours. The doorman reached for a roll of masking tape and bound Dan's legs upwards. The doorman opened the door and held it as Dan stumbled outwards, and he was led into the main bar.

It was pretty empty on this afternoon. The bar was painted in very dark colours - pretty much black and grey all over, with dim lighting making corners and little nooks around the bar even darker. The air was dry but cool - a welcome relief from the heat at home. Dan looked at the two customers, who were sat at the end of the bar chatting to each other and a barman. It was difficult, but Dan had a wander around the bar to see what was in the nooks and sniff out the place.

When he'd finished inspecting the place, Dan looked at the bar and saw Mike. He was asking the barman to do something, then glanced over in Dan's direction. Somehow, under the rubber, he recognised Dan... a former man encased in rubber. He gave a satisfied smile and slowly and confidently strode in Dan's direction. He patted and rubbed Dan down.

"Good to see you, boy. I knew from the moment we met last summer that you'd enjoy a place like this. Dirty little dog, eh?"

Dan wanted to join in the conversation, but all that came out was a low bark. He felt a little embarrassed at this, but the two customers hadn't so much as looked over. Clearly they were used to this sort of thing.

The barman walked over and handed something to Mike. Dan looked up and saw a dog lead and collar. He panted and got excited. This is when he realised that the tail plug in his hole was wagging furiously. Dan barked loudly this time, wagging furiously and even whining a little.

"That's right, boy. We're going for a walk. Not outside. Not yet, at least. I want to show you downstairs. I think you'll like the basement. It's nice and cool and it's comfortable for a pup in this heat. Nice and shaded."

Mike held the collar and lead in his right hand. As he turned to go back behind the bar, he banged them against the side of his leg to beckon Dan. There was no hesitation, although his tail had stopped bouncing quite so vigorously. He wondered what he would find in the cellar.

Mike went a little way further back behind the bar until they reached a solid-looking door. He reached for his keychain and unlocked the door, then opened it and led the way down the stairs. They were a bit tricky to get down on all fours, but Dan managed without injuring himself. A little exhausted from the challenge, when he got to the bottom of the stairs and turned into the cellar, it was beyond what he had hoped for.

A small metal cage stood on the right. Inside was an empty metal bowl. Fixed into the walls were various restraints

"Tonight, you're still Dan. Tomorrow we'll try you out as my pup. The pub needs a dog of its own. Even though you'll be my dog, that means you'll be mine to do with as I see fit. If we have a lock-in one night and everyone else is a master, that means you'll be licking all the boots, drinking all the piss, and taking their throbbing cocks up that sexy little hole."

Dan looked at Mike, slightly nervous at the sound of this, but his hole twitched much more in anticipation than anything else. He knew that this was the new kick he wanted to last forever. Mike had gone to the cage and lifted out the empty bowl, then unzipped his leathers.

Out flopped the biggest dick Dan had ever seen. Thick and long, with a thick PA weighing it down. It bounced a few times as it settled down. Mike held the bowl casually beneath his dick and let out a stream of warm piss as Mike stared at Dan, knowing he wanted to lap at this right away. It filled the bowl. Dan got the impression there was plenty more left if he wanted it. He did.

"Think about this. Tomorrow, you'll spend the day in the pub getting to know the customers. If you're happy with the arrangements, I can sort out your life without you having to lift a finger. If you want it, this is your life: as my dog. No worries beyond that. Just the simple eating, sleeping, and plenty of fucking."

Dan already knew what his decision would be come the morning, but he appreciated the chance to think it over. Mike walked over to the cage.

"In you go, boy".

Dan slowly went in, feeling a little cramped but managing to turn around and face Mike, who placed the bowl full of piss in the cage in front of Dan, who eagerly leaned forward and began lapping it up, ignoring that Mike had closed and locked the cage with very large and secure padlocks and a steel bolt.

Mike smiled at the pup on all fours, then turned and walked up the stairs. Dan briefly looked up but he was too busy getting the piss out of the bowl. Mike opened and closed the cellar door behind him, then locked it. Dan didn't flinch one bit.