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A CAGED PET’S DAY

By CaymanPup

This story features anthropomorphic characters in an explicit erotic content, and it is intended for 18+ readers who are comfortable with detailed kink, BDSM themes and explicit erotica. Reading it is forbidden for those under the legal adulthood in their jurisdiction. The story may contain intense sexual situations that may be uncomfortable and triggering for some readers.

Author's note: English is not my native language, and I am not an experienced writer. I have proofread it several times, but there might be some grammar mistakes, awkward phrasing, and other imperfections that I missed. Any positive or negative feedback is welcome in my DMs as long as it is respectful, so feel free to DM me with anything you have to say about this story!

CONTENT WARNING: This story has scenes that may include, but are not limited to:

• BDSM

• Pet play

• Orgasm Control

• Footplay

• Edging

All characters depicted are anthropomorphic characters over the age of 18. This is a work of pure fiction, and no real-world harm or non-consensual acts were involved in the creation of this story. All of the events are fictional and created solely for adult entertainment purposes. When engaging in acts of kink, BDSM and power play, make sure that everything you do is Safe, Sane, and Consensual.

Reader discretion is strongly advised. If any of these themes may trigger or discomfort you, please do not read further.

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Elliot woke up with a warm feeling in his stomach. He didn’t know if that was because of the smell of leather inside the puppy mask he was wearing, the surprisingly comfortable pet bed he slept in, or because the first thing he saw when opening his eyes was his master’s bare feet. He experienced that feeling every morning since he moved in with William, and he wanted to keep it that way. He was still the same dalmatian as a year or two ago: legs that could walk upright, a voice that could speak in words. However, none of that mattered to him anymore.

• Good morning, puppy. - He heard. His master’s voice was low, calm, yet it carried a sense of authority that Elliot could understand very well. As he looked up, he admired his master’s figure: a gray wolf of thick, gleaming fur, wearing only his black briefs. The wolf had a confident smile on his face, his blue eyes somewhere in between the predatory and the caring. Elliot leaned his head closer, giving his master’s bare feet a few sniffs.

• Woof. - The dalmatian barked. That made the wolf chuckle as he leaned down and gave a few scratches to the back of Elliot’s head.

• Good boy. - William whispered, admiring his submissive. The small, slim dalmatian, always wearing the black and red puppy mask that was given to him by William himself. Around his neck, a red collar, attached to a leash, which William slowly reached for and wrapped around his hand. On the collar, there was a small, metallic tag in the shape of a bone, Elliot’s name carved on it. The wolf stared at the pet’s rear end with malice, watching for a few seconds as his tiny tail wagged in response to his master’s presence.

• On your back. - The wolf commanded. Elliot laid on his back, his hands shyly curling on top of his chest as he spread his legs, leaving his small-sized penis exposed. The dalmatian noticed a certain malice in his master’s eyes as the wolf stared at his twitching cock. Although he was feeling comfortable with his master’s presence, he swallowed hard as he pondered what could be going on inside William’s head.

In silence, the wolf touched the tip of his pet’s cock with his index finger. Elliot squirmed, his body reacting to his master’s touch. William looked at Elliot’s big, blue eyes through the mask. They seemed desperate, needy, and that made William smirk. The wolf’s ears twitched as he heard Elliot’s loud breathing.

• You’re that needy already, huh? - He said as his hand released his sub’s cock. The wolf stood up, his arms crossed, his feet reaching to gently rub Elliot’s masked cheek with his toes. - Don’t move, I’ll be right back. -

Elliot watched in silence as William released his leash and left the room. His tail stopped moving, and if it weren’t for the loud sound of his breaths and the visible movement in his chest, one could say he was frozen in place. At some point, he could hear the silence of the house being replaced by faint noises of footsteps, the distant ticking of a clock in the living room, the sound of his own breath echoing through his empty, yet cramped bedroom.

His eyes drifted from the door to the two wall shelves right beside it: The lower one full of rubber bones, chew toys and other objects he used to fiddle with, and the upper shelf adorned with metallic anal plugs of varied sizes, as well as three red dildos, all of them organized by size. Under the shelves, a small dresser, where William would keep all of Elliot’s clothes, although he would only wear those when leaving home. On the floor, Elliot’s very own pet bed, which had just enough size for him to lay although didn’t allow for much stretching. At the distant corner, an empty pet bowl on the ground.

The smell of leather inside his mask was constant. It eventually got mixed with something else entirely: a scent of arousal, something that Elliot was never able to explain, not even to himself. It was something rubber-ish, yet sweet and alluring. He had noticed before, when he was new to pet play. Back then, he was even allowed to talk, and he even asked William about it. The wolf had just tilted his head, confused. ‘What smell? There’s nothing here.’ was his answer. That was when Elliot realized that his nose would catch phantom scents when horny, something that wasn’t there, but for him it was just so real.

Elliot became convinced thirty, forty minutes had passed, or perhaps, fifty. His master could be distracted on his phone, or maybe he decided to get himself some coffee. All he knew was that his master wouldn’t forget about the naked, spread dalmatian he left on the floor, helplessly breathing in his own imaginary scent.

He heard footsteps. Distant at first, but when they got closer, the sound made the dalmatian’s tail wag again, and even more intensively as he noticed motion on the doorknob. Elliot’s eyes immediately locked on William’s hand as the wolf walked in: he was holding a metallic chastity cage, a ring, and a key attached to a thin, black cord. He had just stepped out for a minute or two, barely enough time for him to get the chastity cage from his dresser and come back.

• Miss me already, pup? - He asked sarcastically. The wolf tilted his head as he looked directly into the puppy’s wide eyes behind the mask, a contrast with his tail wagging frantically. William stepped forward and crouched beside Elliot, his hand reaching for the dalmatian’s hard dick as he held the ring in his hand, before guiding the ring into its place around Elliot’s testicles.

• M-Mruff… - The dalmatian whimpered, as William slid the cage down Elliot’s penis, his hardness shrinking into something small and useless. The small padlock produced a click that echoed louder in Elliot’s head than in the room, as William flipped the key inside it, removed it, and hung the cord around his own neck. Elliot’s ears slowly dropped, and his mind wondered if he had done something to make his master angry.

• So, pup. - William remained crouched by his side, his hand gently caressing the dalmatian’s balls with his thumb. - You are going to wear this cage all day. No touching, no humping, no begging to be let out early. And I’ll keep this on my neck, so you remember that every time you look at me. - He released the dalmatian’s balls, then his finger pointed to the key hanging from his neck, giving it a couple taps as his other hand reached once again for the leash. - If you’re good, I’ll let you cum tonight. - He finished. Elliot’s body twitched, his eyes attentive and looking to his master.

Elliot got on all fours when William stood up, still holding his leash. As he walked out of the bedroom, he stared helplessly at the cord around William’s neck. The wolf walked his pet to the kitchen. From that angle, Elliot couldn’t see what was in the dish on the table, however he could sense fresh eggs and bacon in the air, his stomach growling so loud that William could hear it as he sat on the chair. Elliot crawled under the table and rubbed his head against his master’s knee.

• Sure, pup. I’ll give you breakfast after I finish mine. - He said, then carefully sliced the egg white and chomped a piece of it. - Meanwhile, I’ll give you permission to sniff, if you want. - He said while spreading his legs just enough for Elliot to immediately get to his lap and press the tip of his nose against his briefs, giving it a deep sniff. - I know you want it, puppy. - The wolf chuckled as he gently caressed the back of the puppy’s head with one hand, his other hand holding the fork as he continued to eat slowly.

And so, the smell of fresh eggs and crispy bacon faded into William’s musk, mixed with Elliot’s phantom scent. William’s penis started to move by itself under his briefs, becoming more prominent, more visible, although Elliot’s member twitched, restrained, the chastity cage stopping it from becoming even slightly erect. However, with each sniff, it would twitch uselessly inside the cage, each pulse causing a hint of discomfort that blended into Elliot’s arousal. Although his hands wanted to rub the cage, pull on it, or only slightly touch it somehow, the dalmatian kept them resting around William’s waist as he sniffed deeper on his master’s crotch.

William vocalized, half a growl, half a moan. Every sniff from the pup teased his cock, the tip of the mask’s muzzle rubbing slightly around its tip. Yet, for him, the best part was to know that Elliot’s cock was aching in that cage, trying so hard, but getting nothing. Elliot’s warm breaths against him were enough to drive him crazy, almost making him moan out loud, though he stayed calm and ate the last piece of bacon like nothing was happening.

• Good boy. - He praised. - Time for your breakfast. - The wolf said, setting the fork down with a soft clink and standing up from the chair. He tugged on the leash very lightly, just enough to make the tag jingle, and Elliot immediately got on fours again, ready to follow his master.

He walked to the counter, and reached for something in the cabinet. Elliot’s ear perked up as he heard the crunchy sound, and his tail wagged as he saw a box of plain corn flakes. And then, he went to the fridge, and grabbed a carton of lactose-free milk. Then, he walked back to Elliot’s bedroom, the dalmatian eagerly following behind with his eyes fixed in the box of cereal.

• You need to have a proper meal soon, though. - He said in a serious tone as he opened the box of corn flakes and poured some in Elliot’s pet bowl. - You can’t live only eating ce- I mean… Pet food. - He corrected himself mid-sentence. The puppy looked at him curiously, tilted his head, but when William turned to look at him, Elliot lowered his head, looking down, and crawled closer to the bowl. His tail wagged as he dipped his snout into the shallow bowl, his tongue working to scoop them up.

Focused on eating, Elliot barely noticed as his master left the room with the box of cereals and the milk. William walked to the kitchen, slid the box back into its rightful shelf, label forward. The milk went on the fridge. Then, he walked back. Elliot was still eating his breakfast, and William leaned at the door, smirking as he stared at the dalmatian’s perfectly round ass. The short, white fur covering Elliot’s ass was pristine at that moment, but William thought of how often it had flushed red under his hand, back when Elliot had just become his pet. He had made progress since then, and William couldn’t help but feel prideful.

Once Elliot finished his food, he turned around, still on fours, to look at his master. William noticed he had a stain of milk in his mask’s muzzle. The wolf walked closer to the dresser, opened a drawer, reached for a piece of cloth. As the dalmatian approached, William crouched, and carefully wiped the milk from the puppy’s muzzle, then beneath it, then cleaning Elliot’s actual muzzle inside the mask.

• By the way, puppy, I’m not going to work today. - He said. - Which means you don’t have to stay by the door waiting for me. - The wolf joked. William had never once demanded his pet to do such thing, yet every time the wolf would leave home without Elliot, he would lie by the door and wait for hours, something the dalmatian had turned into a habit. However, today he would stay at home, which was enough for Elliot’s entire body to shake in happiness.

• Awoof! - He barked loud, making William giggle under his breath, hiding it with his hand in front of his mouth.

• Now, now, don’t get so excited. - William said, changing his tone to seriousness. Elliot’s wagging stopped, his eyes now wide and staring directly at his master. - Master is going to watch some TV, and I want you to stay close by all the time so I keep an eye on you. He said as he reached for Elliot’s leash again, then he stood up, placed the cloth carefully on top of the dresser, and walked to the living room. As always, Elliot followed him, eagerly crawling behind his master.

William sat on the couch with a sigh. He reached down to the side, his fingers sliding into the space between the cushion and the armrest, feeling around for the remote. A small, amused huff escaped his lips when he finally found it. With a lazy click, he turned on the TV, which displayed some old action movie with car chases and explosions. However, the wolf’s focus was already elsewhere: Elliot was already laying on his back, right in front of his master’s feet, just like he was trained to do.

• Good boy. - The wolf said. - So smart, huh? You already know where I want you. - He teased. He lifted his left foot, brushing it against the leather of Elliot’s mask, tracing the curve of his jaw. His right foot deliberately rested on top of Elliot’s navel, then slowly drifted down to his crotch, finally stopping right on top of Elliot’s chastity cage.

• W-Wuff… - Elliot barked lowly, almost a whimper, as his cock pulsed inside the cage. It sent sharp jolts of frustrated pleasure through his spine, each movement from William’s feet making Elliot’s cock throb, desperate to release. Involuntarily, Elliot’s hips moved upward, pressing his own caged member closer to William’s foot. Noticing his movement, the wolf’s right foot lifted away from the dalmatian’s groin, his left foot pressing harder against the dalmatian’s head.

• No no no, pup, no humping. - William scolded. - I didn’t say you could, did I? -

Elliot whined, his hips dropping back to the ground. The cage felt heavier without William’s foot weighting there, each throb of his cock now feeling slightly painful from the pressure applied by the chastity device. His tail gave one slow, heavy wag against the floor before stopping completely, the shine in his eyes dimming into quiet desperation, his lungs almost holding his breath because of the tension he felt in the air. William observed his reaction, his eyes calm, a smile almost forming in the corner of his mouth although he resisted it.

• Good. - He rested his bare foot on top of Elliot’s cage again, his other foot becoming gentle against Elliot’s face again. That made the dalmatian sigh with relief, his breath returning to its natural, relaxed rhythm as his mind focused only on William’s foot against his face.

William kept up the slow, lazy rhythm in his paws for a while. Every few minutes, when the need spiked and his hips twitched with the urge to hump upward, Elliot would tense his whole body instead, his thighs flexing together, letting out soft, muffled huffs and whimpers through his mask. William noticed each little struggle, each sound, each whine.

The sun had shifted through the window when William decided it was time for lunch. He stood up and walked to the kitchen, leaving Elliot at the floor, whimpering, instinctively humping the air, eyes occasionally checking on his master. Elliot’s hands were nervously moving down, urging to touch his own throbbing cock, which was leaking a small amount of precum. The dalmatian took a deep breath, trying to resist the urge, yet the leather scent filling his nose only made it worse.

• A-arf… - He said, as if talking to himself, as his hand went back to its place, curled on top of his chest. He felt restless, every throb inside his cage feeding his urge to touch, but also reminding him he didn’t have the power to allow himself to touch his cage. His thighs squeezed against each other, his tail giving slow, deliberate wags against the floor. His mind was soon filled with the image of his master, as he tried not to look or think about that cage. Obeying master, because that’s what good boys do. Sniffing master, because that’s what good boys do. Being locked for master, because that’s what good boys do.

His mind tried to focus on being a good boy, because that’s why he agreed to be there at first place. For him, these words weren’t just a kinky praise. Being called that was proof that Elliot was wanted, loved, cherished. Since he became William’s pet, he felt loved and seen. When he obeyed his master, staying desperate to release, being master’s puppy, these two words were enough to make everything else disappear.

• Your lunch is ready, pup. - His master’s voice woke him from his thoughts. In less than a second, Elliot was on fours, looking up to his master. - Go to your room and eat. I’ll be with you soon. - He ordered, and Elliot immediately made his way to the room. He remembered how walking on all fours used to hurt: knees starting to burn after a few minutes, wrists sore. Now, it just felt natural for him to walk like that. He reached the bowl in less than a minute, tail wagging before his snout could even touch the diced fish fillet his master had prepared.

He lowered his muzzle into the bowl, his nose catching the fishy scent before his tongue reached for the soft pieces of food. The fresh taste filled his mouth as his tongue reached for more pieces of fish, unbothered by the mask covering his face. He ate the food slowly, savoring every bite. Once finished with the dish, he felt fulfilled in more ways than one. After all, his master always knew what was best for him. He crawled back to his pet bed, laying down sideways, his head resting on top of his own arm.

It didn’t take long for William to finish his meal either. Once he had finished it and washed the dishes, he immediately walked to Elliot’s room. As soon as he opened the door, Elliot got on his knees again, eyes wide and ears perked up.

• Did you like your meal, pup? - The master asked.

• Aruff! - Elliot answered with a loud, happy bark.

• That’s good. - William smiled, as if proud of his own cooking skills. - Do you want to play a game? – He asked, already knowing what his pet would answered. Elliot crawled closer, got on his knees, his hands reaching up to the master’s chest. His tail wagged, the cock inside his cage pressing against the metal.

• Good boy. - The wolf answered. He held Elliot’s hands and slowly placed them both back on the ground, then walked to the shelf and looked at the toys displayed there for a while, concentrated within his own thoughts. His eyes narrowed, he brought one of his hands to his chin, the other one resting against his waist.

• We haven’t practiced your anal in a while, right, boy? - He spoke. Elliot tilted his head, waiting for his master’s next move, which was reaching for a small-sized metallic plug from the shelf.

• On fours, and present to me. - William commanded, and Elliot immediately obeyed without question. He positioned himself on fours right away, back to his master, tail lifted, as he had been trained to do. William reached for a small vial of lube from the dresser, then squeezed a generous amount on the toy.

The wolf crouched behind his pet, one hand gently rubbing his butt, the other gently guiding the plug inside of his hole. Elliot whimpered as his hole stretched, yet his cock was once again throbbing against the chastity cage. His hips twitched, urging to hump, to try anything to relieve the pressure, yet the dalmatian held himself in place. As the plug was finally settled inside his ass, William gave his pet a few gentle pats on his rear before stepping back.

As he admired the helpless, needy pup, William felt his own cock getting warm under his briefs. His hand groped his own crotch, a subtle growl escaping his lips. Elliot stayed there, immobile, waiting for a command. The plug filled him perfectly, and a small drip of precum was leaking through his chastity cage. William’s thumb went inside his own briefs, slowly sliding them down to expose his already erect cock.

• Now, I want you to play with my bone for a while, pup. - He commanded. Elliot turned around, looking at William’s cock for a while before crawling closer. He got on his knees, held the base of the wolf’s shaft with one hand, as his tongue started licking it from the base to the tip in repeated, slow movements. That phantom musk filled his nose again, mixed with the leather of the mask, and now William’s scent. All those smells made Elliot’s cock ache against the cage, leaking drips and drips of precum. The dog started breathing heavily as he licked William’s cock slowly.

• That’s it… Good boy. - William’s voice was low, half a growl, half a moan. His hips started thrusting forward slowly, almost in the same pace as Elliot’s tongue. His hand held Elliot’s head, scratching him lovingly through the leather mask as the dalmatian kept on licking. The puppy huffed through the mask, the feeling of his master’s hand pressing the mask against the top of his head sending a warmness through his spine.

• Enough licking, though. - The wolf’s voice assumed its tone of authority again. - Open your mouth. - He said. Elliot opened his mouth wide, giving space for William to slide his thick member through the opening in his mask. Elliot carefully closed his lips around the shaft, careful not to touch it with his teeth. William’s hand stayed on top of Elliot’s head, pressed firmly against the mask.

Elliot’s penis throbbed with every slow rock of William’s hips as the wolf fucked his mouth. The key on the cord swung with every forward motion, tapping gently against the wolf’s chest. Elliot’s eyes moved up as he started moving his tongue around William’s dick, following the movement of the key. His cage leaked tiny, clear drops of pre that fell on the floor between his knees, the plug shifting inside him with every involuntary tremor of his body.

• Looking at the key, are you? - The wolf noticed, a smirk formed on his face. - Be a good boy, and maybe you get to cum tonight. - The wolf’s member went deeper inside Elliot’s mouth with every thrust. - Maybe. - He emphasized. Elliot trembled every time the wolf’s cock pulsed against the roof of his mouth, each thrust going gradually deeper until William’s penis pressed against his throat, muffling his whine.

• Take it all. - William growled. Elliot tried to relax, feeling the wolf’s cock throb against his throat. The wolf’s breathing grew louder, the pleasure building in his groin as his pet’s tight, warm mouth pushed him over the edge. His hips gave one more thrust, throbbing inside Elliot’s mouth as he felt the thick semen going down his throat. Exhaling loudly in relief, the wolf pulled out, his dick still shooting jets of cum that landed on Elliot’s mask.

• Fuck… - The wolf moaned. - Good pet… - He said. Elliot felt satisfaction as he swallowed, the taste of his master remaining in his mouth. Even with the cage still tight and his own cock throbbing uselessly against the metal, leaking slow drops onto the floor, the ache felt softer now, almost comforting. He nuzzled affectionately against his master’s cock, a few drips of cum still smearing the mask.

• W-wuff… - A soft sound escaped Elliot’s lips, his tail thumping against the floor.

It didn’t take long for the afternoon to turn into evening. William spent the hours lounging on the couch with Elliot curled at his feet, occasionally reaching down to scratch behind the mask’s ears. They shared a simple dinner, William with a plate of grilled fish and rice and Elliot’s bowl filled with small chunks of the same fish mixed with soft scrambled egg. Then, the wolf sat by the window, watching the sky turn deep indigo while his pup dozed lightly against his leg, the plug still shifting against his ass, the caged cock still occasionally throbbing in desperation whenever Elliot remembered the cage was there, although the puppy remained quiet about it.

The sky had turned completely black when William gave the leash a gentle tug, making the tag jingle a little against the collar. Elliot, who was lying on the ground, got on all fours almost immediately as his master stood up and walked back to his bedroom.

• Get to your bed, and on your back. - The master commanded, releasing the pup’s leash as they walked in the bedroom. The pup eagerly obeyed laying on his back, his hands curled on top of his chest and his legs spread wide, his eyes glimmering as he looked at William expecting his next command. The wolf approached the puppy slowly, crouching beside him. His hand gently caressed Elliot’s thigh, slowly moving towards his back. With a gentle movement, the wolf pulled the anal plug out of Elliot.

• Mruff… - The dalmatian almost whimpered as he felt the plug popping out of his asshole. Despite the very quick jolt of pain when the metallic object stretched his hole, Elliot felt a strange emptiness there when the plug was removed. However, he immediately lost his focus on that feeling when William lifted the cord from his neck and held the key on his hand. His eyes widened, his tail wagged in a constant pace. And once again, he felt his dick aching, pressing against the metal.

• Let’s see how needy my pup is. - He said, then, with a click that echoed through the room, the tiny padlock opened. Elliot held his breath, his body suddenly stiffened, as William removed the cage, and then, carefully, the ring. Elliot’s cock sprang free, hard, throbbing, a thick bead of pre already leaking from its tip. Once Elliot released his breath, he felt his mind filled by the musky ghost scent mixing in with the leather mask.

• Arf… - He barked softly. His hips jerked upward before he forced them still, eyes locked on William.

• You’re that desperate, huh? - The wolf smiled, half predatory, half tender. He extended his index finger, pressing it gently against the tip of Elliot’s erect penis.

Elliot’s whole body stiffened for a second as an intense pleasure took over his cock. William’s finger pressed harder against it, trapping the building pleasure inside his cock. It felt vicious, yet sweet, prolonging his climax until it felt that something was going to burst: either his groin, his spine, or his mind. Elliot’s leg instinctively twitched violently, grinding against the bed.

The cum forced its way through the edges of William’s fingertips. It sprayed to all sides, falling all over Elliot’s belly, on the floor, on the wall, and even on William himself. His hips lurched upwards, as jets of cum continued to spurt out of his cock, gradually relieving the pressure, gradually replacing the puppy’s desperation with sweet, exhausted satisfaction. William lifted his finger, a string of cum stretching between finger and dick before snapping.

• Good boy. - The wolf spoke, although this one seemed slightly more enthusiastic than the others. His smile was no longer predatory, replaced with a tender expression. His finger slid through Elliot’s chest slowly, making the puppy huff under his breath as he felt his master’s touch. William suckled on his own finger, cleaning it from the cum. He looked at Elliot directly in the eyes, and the pup looked back.

• Now, pet. - He said. - I’m giving you the right to use five human words to tell me what you feel. - Elliot’s ears twitched inside the mask, his breath becoming softer as he looked at his master with shiny eyes. He didn’t even think much before responding.

• I am master’s good boy. -