The pub dog part 2

The clanking of a key in the lock caused Dan to stir awake. A bit of extra light filtered down into the cellar, but Dan's eyes weren't quite adjusted to this much darkness yet. He could just about make out Mike's silhouette as he came down the stairs, but his eyes were still blurry when Mike reached the cage. His unwashed friend's scent was familiar. He knew the smell from hours spent in each other's company clad in rubber or leather in sex clubs.

Mike crouched outside the cage and said in a slightly half-awake, gruff rumble, "How're you doing, pup?"

Dan was only just coming to himself, and he let out a single low grunt that Mike took to mean good.

Mike pushed himself upright to standing position and unbolted the cage, leaving the door open and gently slapping the side of his leg so that Dan would follow. Dan's arms and legs were stiff from the night in the cage. His piss-filled bladder ached too; piss that had already worked its way through Mike and then into Dan. Mike led Dan into a corner away from the stairs.

"For now, you can take a piss down here. It'll drain away."

Dan noticed a small hole about an inch and a half in diameter, and then he saw the hydrant. Mike had acquired a real fire hydrant and fitted it to the floor. Dan , and he could feel a very gentle slant in its direction. Unable to wait any longer, he moved to the side of it and raised his right leg, letting a long stream of steaming hot piss fall against the hydrant. It ran down the hydrant and slowly trickled towards the hle in the floor. It took a good 40 seconds before Dan was finished, and then he looked up at Mike who had folded his thick, hairy and muscular arms across his chest. He leaned down and twice patted Dan firmly on the arse, then rubbed. It stung a little, and Dan liked it a lot. He liked Mike a lot too. More than he had ever realised. With the cage, the hydrant, the whole setup, he clearly knew Dan better than Dan himself had realised.

"C'mon, pup," rumbled Mike.

"Time for breakfast."

By the time Dan had struggled to the top of the stairs, his arms and legs still stiff from the confinement, Mike had already placed some chunky dried cereal in a bowl. It looked awful, but Dan was quite hungry. He realised he hadn't eaten for the best part of a day and stuck his mouth into the bowl. It was difficult to eat like this. Then he realised he was still encased in all the rubber and didn['t have much room to chew. The biscuits were quite tough so he had to get them back against his molars and bite hard to break them down. Eating took a good 10 minutes for just a handful of food and the smell of the sausages, bacon and eggs that Mike was now cooking was making his mouth water.

He approached Mike and sat beside him, where he thought he could get his attention. Mike was too busy making sure everything was cooked right to notice. Dan's belly rumbled and he let out a grumbly whine. Mike turned and firmly said, "No, boy. This is mine. You've had yours."

He carried on cooking. The smell was driving Dan mad, but he didn't have the strength to sit perched upright, so he lay down and spread his mitts in front and lay his head on one of his arms. Once he'd finished cooking, Mike grabbed some beans and toast that had been cooking and slapped everything onto a plate, then sat at the big wooden kitchen table. Dan got up and sat upright next to Mike, who guzzled the food down quite quickly. Dan could tell he wasn't going to get a look it, but he tried to get some sympathy out of Mike and rested his head on Mike's thigh. There was no response. He left it a few more seconds before whining again. Mike put his cutlery down, raised his hand to the kitchen doorway and firmly bellowed, "Go."

Dan lowered his head off Mike's thigh and slowly wandered to the corner, looking back at Mike on the way. Mike was still staring at him and didn't stop until Dan was in the corner and laid down once more. Mike polished off the food. As he rose from his chair, Dan quickly rose to all fours but stayed glued to the spot. When Mike turned towards the sink, Dan dashed forward in hope of some last scrap falling to the floor, but nothing came. Mike ignored this, knowing it was something Dan would have to get used to if he wanted to be a healthy, happy dog.

Mike turned back around and crouched in front of Dan, who walked between his legs and sat upright and pressed against Mike's chest and stomach. He wrapped his strong arms around Dan and rubbed his head before kissing the top of it gently.

"I know this is going to be difficult. If you decide you don't want this, you can still back out. I've got some friends coming to the pub for a roast this afternoon. It's up to you how you meet them. I have your clothes, or you can stay in the rubber and still meet them as my dog."

The smell of the breakfast was subsiding a little, but what remained still stirred Dan's stomach. He found the choice he was just offered much harder than he had anticipated. But the tail plug in his hole felt so good still. He didn't want this to end just yet. He pulled away from Mike's chest a little, placed his mitts on the strapping thighs and lifted his face near Mike's and gave him a big slobbery lick on the left cheek.

Mike just smiled, rubbed his cheek with the back of one hand and Dan's head with the other before hoisting himself to two feet. Dan had fallen back to the ground on all fours and the buttplug tail bounced from left to right in anticipation of the day ahead.