My Talking Dog Put Me In Chastity & Offered Me For Breeding!
Part six of My Talking Dog!
Yeah... the dog decides when I cum.
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The cage was a tight fit. Getting it on at all was a struggle because I kept on getting hard. We had been ushered into the private room after Mistress Crystal made me pay for the cage she’d picked out, and the stout beaver who had helped her was the one trying to fit it over my stubbornly aroused donkey dick.
“Your pet is easily excited isn’t he?” asked the sex-store worker with one paw on my balls and the other holding the part of the cage that needed fitting over my cock. The name badge dangling from his mesh tank top read: Tommy.
“M-Mistress! Are you r-really going to lock me up?” Having been in such a heightened state of embarrassment, it was only now starting to sink in what having this cage on would mean for me. “Have I done something wrong?”
“Oh, poor puppy. You really must be having such a difficult time, considering how hard you’re getting at the mere thought of having that cage fitted, let alone the constant trickle of pre you’re painting Tommy’s paw with.”
My Malamute Mistress wasn’t wrong. I was horny as hell and giddy at the thought of being caged, though I didn’t fully understand why. I don’t know if I found the idea of denial itself arousing, but there was something about being put in my place, rendered tame to my Mistress… Controlled like this, I could be more of a pet than ever. Crystal would decide when I could cum, when I could be free, when I could satisfy her. Fuck. The thought made my softening dick pulse and grow again. My cheeks were burning hot.
“But, do you r-really want me to get pounded by this guy when the cage is on?”
“I think my pet deserves a treat for his first time in chastity, and you can’t exactly fuck me all caged up like that, so…” She turned to consider the tubby, provocatively dressed beaver. “Unless he’s not at all to your taste. I’m not a monster, just your Mistress.”
“He seems pretty into me touching him,” Tommy said, briefly wrapping a paw around my half-hard shaft and chuckling as it pulsed and spurted a little pre once again.
“But, M-Mistress, why would you assume I’m into guys as well?”
She tilted her head and stared dead-on into my eyes. It was a silent question: are you serious? I whined. She burst into a barking laugh.
“Darling, when you picked me out at the store, I saw how you looked at the male dogs in the line-up. You picked me for my attitude, not my gender. I rather think you would have been my pet either way.”
I wanted to argue. I couldn’t. I whined again and barked like the pet I am.
“There,” Tommy said. In a moment of distracted contemplation, Tommy had at last been able to properly affix the cage. It was a snug fit. He tucked the key into a pouch my Mistress wore around her neck, then stood tall and looked down to where I sat, naked, on the black couch inside the private room. “It suits you.”
Within seconds I was feeling the pressure of the cage intensify against my cock as it attempted and failed to harden under the beaver’s gaze. I averted my eyes and rubbed the back of my neck.
“Th-thanks.”
“Well, pet, I think you’re quite attractive,” he was soft spoken and effeminate, but there was an underlying assertiveness to his diction. “So, you let me and your Mistress know if you want me to pound you or not.”
Fuck, I badly wanted to get hard. I couldn’t. I wanted to fuck Mistress Crystal. That was impossible. I… I wanted to get fucked.
I looked up at Tommy. His chubby belly peeked out from the bottom of his mesh tank and, below, his tight shorts showed off a significant bulge. I was a touch pudgy myself, but I liked that he was bigger. I imagined feeling his weight on top of me, his thick, powerful arms wrapping around me. He looked like he knew how to treat a guy. My quarter-hard cock was aching with need. It couldn’t get any harder, but was already leaking near-constantly, my balls already damp with my own juices and aching with need.
“I- You’re, uh, quite attractive too. C-could you… fuck me?”
Tommy grinned and lifted his tank up and over his head. Crystal approached me, wagging. She pressed her nose to my cage and sniffed. I didn’t even have time to ask her what she was doing before she was lapping feverishly at my balls and caged dick and I lost the ability to form sentences, words devolving to gasps on my lips.
“You’re shaping up to be a wonderful pet,” she said, once she’d cleaned me of my pre. For the moment, at least.
“So hot,” Tommy said, sliding down his shorts to expose a black jockstrap. “I’m almost jealous, you have such a loving Mistress, but I’ve got your bubble butt to fuck, so I can’t complain.”
I was a panting whining mess already and I hadn’t stuck my dick in anything but a cock cage. I hadn’t even had any dick in me, yet.
“No need to be jealous. You’ve been such a great help,” Mistress said as she turned to approach Tommy. Like this, with her tail still wagging, I could see her glistening wet-and-ready doggy pussy on full display and all over again I could feel my dick doing its best impression of a superhero as it tried to break out of the cage with strength alone. I had no chance.
Crystal shoved her face into Tommy’s crotch as he pulled down his final layer, his thick cock springing up against my Mistress’s muzzle and his fat balls hanging low. I was overcome with an unstable mixture of reactions. One: this was hot as hell, watching Tommy pet Crystal while Mistress licked all up and down his shaft and balls, with the beaver leaking pre along her muzzle. Two: I wished I was him. Three: …I kind of wished I was her too. Four: that was my feral Malamute giving oral to another man and I was immediately jealous, a tiny bit threatened, and so, so fucking horny.
All in all I was entranced by the sight. I sat there staring, jaw half open, cupping my own balls and leaking pre from my cage until Crystal had finished her fluffing.
“Fuck, you’ve got a good muzzle. I keep thinking about getting a talker, but we’d rut so much I don’t know if I’d ever leave the house again!”
Mistress made her barking laugh once more. “It has certainly changed my pet’s life forever.”
“So it has.” Tommy grinned. “Want me to bring my colleague in for you, Crystal? Before I start pounding your puppy, that is. It’s a quiet day, we can shut the store for an hour and call it a lunch break.”
“Perfect. You’ve been a real professional Tommy, I’ll make sure my pet leaves you and your store a five-star review.”
Tommy opened the door back out to the shop floor just a crack. “Katie! We still empty?”
I could hear a muffled affirmative answer, but I had a question of my own. “W-wait, Mistress. A-are you going to have sex with this lady?”
“Oh, of course.”
“So, you’ve put me in chastity and now you’re going to cuck me?”
“You’ll be getting dick too, pet, don’t be greedy. You’ve been so good today, are you about to start acting up now?”
I barked. “Th-this is a lot, Mistress Crystal!”
“It is, pet. But you’re a pathetic little bitch, remember? And you exist to please your Mistress.”
“Wh-what about all that consent stuff you said earlier?”
Once again she looked at me as if I were an absolute doofus. I guess I was. I hadn’t stopped leaking since the cage had been locked on. I was horny as hell and overwhelmed, totally overwhelmed, but loving every single second of it and she knew that. She knew me. Of course she did, I was her pet. I lowered my head, dropped to all fours on the floor and whined.
She walked up to me and licked my nose. We were both wagging.
“Good boy.”