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Max got up, stretching his back with a pop, rummaging through what clothing didn't look too awful for a night out, even if it was still only the middle of the day. Considering where he was going, a choice of snug pants and a mesh top seemed like a good choice, and he could put off laundry for another day. His doberman fur already being fairly short, the pants could squeeze in well and the top pressed in just right for showing off his body. Completing the ensemble, a wide black collar with a series of nubbed down spikes and large D-ring at the front by the buckle improved on his 'dog' looks, enough to be ambiguous. He could be taken for either a pet -- or with the size of the collar -- someone uppity enough to leash another fur. Playing to both sides meant double the odds of catching a playmate.

To him, it was yet another day, spending the too much time on his hands and too little spare money at the local club most often chosen for its cheap drinks, and where he'd have a decent shot at finding someone to hook up with that would hopefully net him a bit of extra income, if he could persuade them to come along to the back rooms, or sometimes the luxury of their home. He was a rent-dog, and even if he didn't think it a great career, he still found enough furs willing to take him for a quick play time that'd tide him over for another few days.

Sipping at the mostly-soda drink, if one could even call it that, he hung around the bar, leaned back, doing his best to show off a friendly and relaxed attitude. The kind that took a lot of training to pin down, so he wouldn't appear nervous or overly eager.

Having used up all the locals already, Max made a point of giving appreciative glances to newcomers, pointedly so to attract attention - if he wasn't already busy chatting someone up. The doberman kept judging people who appeared by the looks of how well off they were, before devoting his attention to a particular person. Around this time it was far too early to normally get a catch, but it wasn't like he had anything better to do. As luck would have it, in came a large expensive looking wolf. Usually Max wouldn't give those extra attention, since they in general thought everything revolved around themselves, but this one seemed like he might be worth the effort, even for just a quickie in the restroom. The big guy was wearing fresh leather pants and, clashing with it, a sports jacket that let the chestfur stand out in a large tuft, and most of all, the clothing seemed spotless, possibly brand new. Signs of someone with too much money. The wolf gave him a quick glance back at the looking over, then continued to the bar and ordered by pointing at some bottle, not worrying about the price. Max felt like he was on to something here, a good catch and not many others to contend with to get the wolf for himself. He ambled over, casually as could be, to a seat nearby the wolf, and ordered what looked like a a too-pricey drink for himself, something the bartender just wryly snickered at, having seen that oh so many times.. also with the knowledge that serving up something cheap in a fancy glass would get him a kickback from the profits, should the dobie manage to snag his target.

After a suitably long wait, Max turned his head to look the wolf over more overtly, with a slight grin across his pointed muzzle. "So.. hey there. You're new around here, aren't you?" he started, still needing to polish up on his come on lines.

"Uh-huh," grunted the wolf in return, taking a gulp from his drink. "I'm Max. Nice t' meetcha!"

The wolf now turned his head to look back at him with yellow eyes, looking the dog up and down. "I'm sure you are. Well, hi. I'm Calvin." He reached out to the dog's collar and gave the large ring a flip with a clawtip. "I guess this is a pup place, ain't it?" said John, more matter of factly than asking, as if he'd already made his mind up. "Wouldn't see many show off like that otherwise, unless you're, like, owned by someone. But a big dog like you can take care of yourself, can't you?"

Max leaned in to the side of the bar, tilting his muzzle up but also giving a soft throat gruffing, offering either possibility. The wolf couldbe looking for a lower dog to tell him what to do, it certainly had happened before. "Sure, I just happen to like the looks," Max replied with a small shrug, "What 'bout you? Coming in here for the dogs, or looking to be one? I'm sure we could find a leash long enough to reach around even a thick wolf neck."

Calvin grinned at that, and put a paw on Max's head. "Hell no. Dogs are dogs, wolves are wolves. Don't you try to get cute with me.. But you are a cutie, that's for sure. You just sitting around here all day, or want to head on out to my place? I wouldn't mind taking in a ... heh heh.. stray for the night. I'm nice like that."

Max smiled wide at that and lowered his muzzle in deference. "No problem here. I can be a good boy, if that's what you want. Always nice to have a friendly, ah, owner, take me in for a while. Are we talking a few hours, or the whole night?"

The wolf slipped a finger in through the loop, pulling Max's chin up a bit as if to scrutinize the dog, how he looked and searching for any flaws, almost like if he were at the pound and choosing between pups to adopt. "The whole night, pup, starting early.. unless you have anywhere better to be this afternoon?"

Max shook his pointed muzzle a tiny bit, looking up with eyes that were a mix of lusty and puppy-boy like, something he had trained a lot in the mirror to get the right balance of. The look that seemed to get him the most business.

Calvin grinned back and slid off his stool, giving a gentle tug on the collar and then letting go, patting his side to have the dobie 'heel' and come along with him. "Excellent. My car's just outside, let's get going. Tell your friend there you'll be gone for a while," he said with a nudge towards the bartender, having seen how the two interacted and obviously, from the body postures and the smell of the dobie's cheap drink, figured out they were in it together.

Max turned back with a nod and a victory wink, then headed outside to where a large, shiny car stood parked. Kept well cleaned, looking very out of sorts by this low budget place. A chauffeur emerged to open the back door to let the pair in, a large tiger in a tight fitting uniform. Definitely a good deterrent to anyone looking to score a spare set of tires or scratch up that expensive looking car. The dobie's ears perked up a bit more in surprise. He hadn't been expecting thisgood a catch. Max figured that he could easily double his rate with this wolf, even though the dog wasn't very 'expensive' to begin with, and he still hadn't brought up the issue of money with the wolf.

As they walked towards the car, Calvin said over his shoulder, "One night for one dog. How's five hundred sound to you?" Just throwing it out there as a suggestion he was sure wouldn't be turned down, and indeed, Max had his sights on perhaps two hundred bucks if he was lucky.

Gulping down and trying to keep it silent, he almost coughed. "Uh.. Sure thing, mister. Sounds about right to me." Suddenly eager to come along, he slipped into the car quickly, the tiger closing the door behind the pair.

Calvin pulled up a few cuffs and dog gear from a partition in the middle of the seat. "I'd like you to be well dressed by the time we get home to me. If you could put these on? I'll help.. I do want you to be my pup for the night, so this'll make you look better. Ithink you'll look better in it, and you're on my time now, aren't you?" Max just took a look at the gear and nodded, he'd been in much stranger situations before, and it was just for half a day anyway.. easy money. He figured out easily enough that the mitts would go on his paws, and had the foresight to put on knee pads and tug them securely into place, and pull large, malleable mitts over his hindpaws, before starting in on the forepaw mitts. His hindpaws felt like they were in some slightly squishy material, some type of foam, and he got to tighten the buckled straps around the ankles himself while the wolf just looked on and smiled. When it came to the hands, Calvin helped him getting the mitts on, and tightened them firmly around his wrists. The same type of foam material in there, and being a little too small for his hands, designed so that he'd have to curl his paws up into fists to make them fit. The wolf checked the ankle cuffs as well, seeing that they were tight enough not to slip off, or be able to scrape off against some harder surface. Just hands and feet.. Max felt that to be not too invasive, heck, he could even run away in a hopping gait if he should need to.

"Good boy," said Calvin, rubbing over the dobie's headfur, scriffling gently behind the ears. "Pretty boy. Here you go, you deserve a treat." The wolf held a little snack in his paw, offering it to Max, who blushed a tiny bit in his ears - he still was a bit embarrassed about this sort of dress-up - but he nibbled the morsel up and rested his head down on the large wolf lap as he was gently tugged down into it. Feeling dozy, he nestled into the lap, rubbing his muzzle on the wolf's expensive-feeling pants, then beginning to drool a bit and mumble as he got a lot more tired, eventually passing out from the laced cookie.

When Max woke up, he was lying on a thick rug, feeling the fuzz under him. Evidently his clothes had been removed, all save the mitts and his collar. Now his maw was also shut with heavy muzzle gear that had two straps around the base and middle of his maw. It had straps going around his neck and up between his ears to keep him from doing more than curling his lips a little. There was no way to get it off, especially with his paws secured in soft, thick mitts. "mnf.. Hmmnf..? HMMF!" he grunted to get attention, not at all pleased with how this had turned out. Drugged and further bound without having a say in it? No way! After squirming up to a halfway sitting position, he noticed another dog, a German Shepherd with fur trimmed short, in the same outfit but also wearing a spreader bar between his knees and just below the elbows. The other dog looked back with wide, worried eyes, keeping his head flattened back and not looking up. There, between them, sat the wolf on a chair, relaxed, watching and waiting for Max to wake up. Calvin had also gotten undressed now, in the comfort of his home, with his fur brushed down.

"Hey there, puppy-boy. How nice of you to join us. This here," he motioned towards the other dog, "is Coda. I got him a few weeks ago. He's being a good boy.. aren't you, Codie boy?" At that, Coda's tail started wagging a bit. It looked like it was trying to droop, but held up with a cuff just at the base. And, if he really had been there for weeks, likely trying to please master Wolf, since there was just nothing else he could do.

Max grumbled and got up to all fours, indicating his muzzle with a mitt and pawing at it, glaring up at Calvin. "Hmmff, hfff!"

The wolf slid off the chair and knelt down to hold Max's chin in his large paw, turning it so he was facing Coda. "The first lesson is free. After this, I expect you to behave." He grabbed a remote from his belt and held it up, clicking a button. Suddenly the other dog let out a muted groan and twitched down to a crouching position, panting quickly. Though he hadn't done anything wrong, just been used for an example. "You'll get one of these collars too, if needed. If you can't behave. You're my pet now, got it?" Calvin twisted the dobie's maw back to look down in the dog's eyes, very much more serious than playful now. Max looked back up, wondering just what was going on. There was no mention of another playmate, not that it was unheard of with threesomes or all-out orgies. But hearing that the other dog had been here for.. did he say weeks?? The dobie decided that he would have to look for a way out, thinking that the 'power play' was something that got the wolf off, and he had most certainly not agreed to getting drugged on the way over. He was torn between the promise of good payment, and potentially having been picked up by a real weirdo.

"Mmhh.." he quietly moaned through the nose, unable to speak with the muzzle tightened down so well. It was small comfort that the straps were padded, to prevent them biting right down into the skin. He could still smell the other dog here, and Coda's smell and pose had been apprehensive when he woke up, but now had an undertone of growing fear to it. Max was unsure what to make of that, after all, hecertainly wasn't a threat to the Shepherd, and if it was the wolf's presence, he ought to have smelled of the same fear ever since the two got back home. His thoughts were interrupted by a rough ruffling of his sleek head fur, turning his attention towards Calvin again. The wolf patted the side of his cheek, then got up to lead him towards a couch. "This is the one place you're allowed to jump up on, and only when I say so. Now.. hup! Not that way, mutt. Stay on all fours!" Max had mistakenly thought he was going to sit up there, but got a slap across the face and then roughly handled to stand with forepaws and knees on the fairly hard-cushioned, beat-up couch.

Calvin motioned for a servant tiger, a different one from the driver by the smell of it even though they looked very much alike, to bring up a plastic crate full of various belts, straps and other bondage gear. The wolf took his own pleasure in attaching it himself, sliding a wide nylon belt up around Max's waist, then another couple around the shoulders, forming a harness as click-snap locks came together at Max's back, and then the straps were adjusted to bite down hard, squeezing the dog's body and taking advantage of when he breathed out to further constrict how he could move. Another pair of wide cuffs got slid around Max's thighs, connected to the waist belt so that it suddenly became harder to stand upright, should he try to do that. Finally, he too got a cuff at the base of his tail, matching that of the other dog, making sure his tail were always kept at least halfway up and out of the way from his rump.

Calvin stood behind him at the couch, looking down across his new pup's back and stroking the short, sleek fur, fingering around the butt and prying the thighs apart with his fingers to where he could start teasing in a wide thumb into Max's well-kept rear, noting with some satisfaction that the dog keeps himself in shape, exercising to remain tight-butted for his clients.

"Nice.." murmured the wolf, having grown a partial erection from just handling his pup around. Definitely a big turn-on for him. He took hold of Max's sides and pointed his shaft at that snug butt, applying a small gob of lubricant, then working his way in with small thrusts. "Good pup.. Yes.. Just stay like that for Master.. Hrrf."

While entering Max, he nodded at the helping tiger, who went over to Coda and led the GSD towards a large pile of what could best be described as a sort of thick plastic add-on gear, molded for all limbs and the body of a generic canine. The dog's scent spiked up in fear, but only the tiniest of whimpers were heard past the muzzle he too was wearing. Max picked up on it and began turning his head back to look up at the wolf, and just got a sharp slap to the cheek again. "Keep looking forward, bitch! I want you to see what happens."

The tiger easily handled Coda, who was wearing a similar harness to Max's, with several rings that he could practically be lifted up by, especially since the feline was a great deal larger and stronger looking than the dog. With practiced ease, the feline began to attach the plastic covers to Coda's body; there were ones for the legs and arms, both upper and lower, held in place with thick, wide belts. Rubber-padded paws placed on both hands and feet forced him into a four-legged stance. A large backpack set in-place with belts around the dog's waist and chest. Finally a helmet that covered Coda's face completely, with its mouth shut so that by now, only the tail and genitals were sticking out. The tiger performed a few more small modifications, hard to see from where Max were standing, but when he was done, the fear scent had risen yet more, and opening up a hatch at the top of the backpack, tapping a couple of keys before closing it again. Some very muted groans were heard from inside the plastic-dog's head. Slight trembles kept occurring over the body.

Calvin meanwhile, having gotten himself worked up, jabbed in harder and settling into a cozy rhythm of fucking his pup's ass, holding him close by the waist belt. "Yuh.. see that?" he gruffed while entering Max, "Whichever of you two I think is the worse pup gets a training session in that. You really don't want to stay in there for too long.. but one of you will always be in it. Think of it as.. friendly competition." He smirked wide and thrust in harder, making Max have to push back with his mittened forepaws, the width of wolf's member getting the dog's eyes to tear a bit. "H-hngh!" he grunted out, lowering his head. If the muzzle weren't there, he'd be literally biting the pillow of the couch to stay quiet while the wolf entered him.

Calvin thrust in deeper, popping in the still unswollen knot part that felt like an extra bump going in, then he stayed in, the jabbing rocking Max's hips, while the wolf's knot began swelling, tying them together. The big wolf leaned down over the smaller dog, chest to back, and whispered into his ears from behind, "You behaveand be a good boy, and perhaps Coda there will stay in the suit for several days. I'll still have to shift you out now and then, to see if the other one has learned his lesson.. but each time you go in, you stay trapped longer. I want my boys fully obedient, if I have to force it-"

Then, suddenly, he bit down into Max's shoulder, digging his teeth in a bit, while large wolf arms slid around the dobie's lean body and dug claws up into the belly and chest skin, all to reinforce his top-wolf status. Calvin knew that the quicker he could break a pet's spirit, the easier it would be in the long run to get them pliable and trainable to act like their real four-legged counterparts.

Max, totally unprepared, grunted out a loud noise through his nose when entered, then cringed as he was tied, all that rump-tightening exercise coming back to haunt him as the wolf's knot spread his insides. Another loud noise when he was bit, and his eyes widened part in fear, part in pain. Max's got a good look at the plastic 'statue' with Coda in it, and couldn't guess why it's trembling like that. As he looks on though, the tiger leans under the plastic dog, and begins feeding in a regular pre-lubed foley catheter, around a foot and a half long, with two openings on the outside. The tiger took good care to drain the dog's bladder fully until the last trickle has been emptied, and then pumped up the balloon inside to keep the device locked in place.

The feline appeared very butler like, very efficient and non-judgmental, simply carrying out his job as instructed by his employer. More muted groans came from the helmet part of the plastic dog.. Max looked on with big eyes, barely even distracted by the sharp stings in his rear from being stretched wide, and having the wolf's knot tug at him from the inside. He had decided now that he really didn't want to trade places with the other dog. While he was here, he had better do what the wolf told him to, especially as there may be more bodyguards/helpers outside the room, ready to catch him should he attempt to outright run away.

Eventually, the wolf's bulb recedes and pulled out, letting seed trickle down into the dobie's thigh fur and over the straps there. He moved up to the front of Max and loosened the muzzle up enough for the dog to open his mouth, and grabbed a pawful of headfur. Calvin looked down with a non-committed expression over his face, leaning towards making Max feel he was a just barely good enough dog.

"Good boy, keeping yourself in shape for your customers. I expect you to keep that workout going. I doso like my hump pups fresh and tight. Next time though, you should clench harder. Now, I've done my part of the mating now, I think it's your turn." Pulling by the fur, he dragged the dobie's maw close to his groin. "Clean me up. Then clean yourself up."

"Wha-" Max began to say and got a punch in the face for it.

"Whatever you think, keep it to yourself. Here you're just my pet. Shut up, and get to work!"

Trying a stupid defiant act like biting would bring a horde of helper tigers down on him, so Max just shut up and started to lick and nurse around the lupine member. He licked and cleaned it up well, then continued down over the sac as well, finishing up with a little flourish lick along the length to the tip. By now, the shaft had already retreated mostly into its sheath. Apparently the wolf wasn't huge on the whole 'cuddle' thing. As Max bent over to lap himself dry as well, grooming his leg fur and licking up a little ways into his rear, he didn't find that any worse than other after-sex wipe ups, when his partner had preferred to stay in bed over going for a towel.

For the moment, Max stayed on the couch until Calvin went to sit down again, patting his side to get the dog to follow him, then he jumped down and padded over on hands and knees, to sit at the wolf's side, gently trying to push his head up on the lap. Calvin grunted non-committedly but didn't seem to mind, as he placed a paw on Max's head and ruffled gently. "You seem to be doing fine. I'll get you one of my own collars. It looks better if my pups are dressed the same way."

Calvin motioned towards the butler, who brought over with a rounded collar that just had a small black box attached, no strange wiring, no external antennas or other distractions. As the wolf removed Max's collar, the dog got to briefly feel cool air through the fur. When the new one was put in place and adjusted he felt two rounded prongs press in on either side of his throat, at the front.

"There we go, boy. Looking good now," Calvin mused as he turned the dobie's head this way and that, checking how the collar looked and making sure it was tightened down well enough to not slip off. "You can nap over there, until we get you another bed," he said, indicating a dog bed smelling strongly like the Shepherd.

Max opened his mouth to start saying something, then remembered he was most likely to just get punished for it, and closed his maw again. The wolf, looking on, gave a slight smile. This new dog might be clever enough to learn fast. Still, he re-fastened the muzzle straps, to keep Max from temptation. The foremost strap was kept loosened up though, so that the dog could stick his tongue out far enough to lick water from a bowl next to the floor bed.

As the wolf and tiger left the room, with its uncomfortably curled up pup in the dog bed, and the Shepherd standing frozen in his hard suit, the lights faded. Max's ears perked up and he crawled out on all fours, careful not to show his silhouette in the windows, and made his way over to the heavy suit first, whispering at the suit ears.

"Hey.. hey you, in there.. Codie, Coda? How long ya' been here?" A shuddering grunting was the only reply he got. "Uhh.. this ain't getting anywhere. More than a week? Make two noises for yes." Two moans, quickly together. "Wow, crap. More than a year?" Negative. "One month?" A brief noise, then another hesitant sound. "Can't remember how much longer than that?" Again two hesitating sounds. "Maybe something in the food.." mused Max, "..or just whatever 'training' that guy mentioned got yer head messed up. Well, I'm getting outta here. If I figure out where we are, I'll try sending the cops to pick you up too."

With that, he left the bound up Coda and prowled around the room, risking quick peeks outside the windows. He saw a large bodied animal wander around the property, and followed him with his eyes. As the apparent guard walked along, floodlights lit up. Motion sensors. He'd have to be very careful to stay out of their cone of vision, or trail a guard so he could spiral out of the yard without setting off more lights. Max returned to the main door of the room, and prodded it carefully. Not locked. He snuck a peek, but there was no-one to be seen in the corridor, no sounds indoors. Debating which route to go, Max settled for the window, figuring it to be the fastest way out of the house.. but the thick padded mitts on his paws kept him from opening them. He tried with his teeth, just managing to scrape the locked handle a little.

Options exhausted, he returned to the door and nudged it open with his nose, staying low once he slipped out into the corridor, moving slowly and often stopping to listen for sounds of people being awake. Eventually he made it to the front door, after negotiating a short set of stairs, and found it closed, but apparently not locked. With a lot of effort, he used his muzzle and both forepaws for friction to turn the handle, then slunk out onto the patio. Now to find the guard and tail him, even if that meant being in the bright flood lights.

Max wiggled out on his belly a few feet further, then suddenly he felt a sharp ongoing jolt, rough enough to make his teeth tingle and constrict his throat, heavy enough to spasm his arms inwards to his body, useless for crawling with. When he tried to scream, throat shocks from the collar kept him mostly silent. Only above him did he see two tigers stand on either side of him, and then Calvin appeared too, still looking well groomed. He definitely hadn't gone to bed after leaving the dogs alone. Just.. waiting to see what would happen.

"Well, pup," he chuckled, "looks like you've found one edge of the invisible fence here. How do you like your new discovery?" Motioning, still grinning, he walked back indoors and had the tigers drag Max in by the legs, back into the pup room. Even there, it still took a short while for the dobie's mind to start working normally again. The sheer strength of the collar, close to his brain as it was, added bright flashes along with the 'simple' pain overload.

When Max came to on the rug, he saw the Shepherd close by, curled up on the dog bed with his digitigrade legs making it easy to be tucked up. The dog had his ears folded back partway, still being muzzled, and looked at Max with an expression of guilt, then looked down, away from Max's eyes. Calvin walked around the floor into Max's field of vision, pushing at his face with a large wolf hindpaw.

"Silly pup. You were caught before you even left the room." He pointed over at a pad in the wall, muzzle height for a quadruped. "Of course my nice little Coda didn't want to spend more time in the trainer suit. The second you had your back turned, he pushed the attention button, and your collar itself let me know when you had passed the first invisible fence, at.. well, it would be stupid of me to tell you all secrets, wouldn't it? It's so much more fun to watch you figure them out yourself. But here comes the fun part. There's only one of those suits, and for the most part, one of you two will be in it. Remember how I told you about it? Codie here has been a very good boy, letting me know that you were going for a night walk, so he's off the hook for now." The wolf grins wider, "It's said that a single pup isn't that happy, they need company. Well, I'm happy with two dog boys who will struggle for attention, trying to be the 'sweetest' and most obedient. Call it a little friendly competition. And you just lost the privilege for some time. This one I'll do up myself, unless Codie would like to spend another couple of days in it. What do you say, Coda? Are you a good little doggie? Wouldn't you just give yourself a little reminder and, oh, punch your nuts rather than go back into training?"

Calvin looked over at Coda, who had a pained expression in his eyes as if asking 'but what did I do wrong??', yet it took only fractions of a second before the Shepherd splayed his legs out, grabbed his forepaws together, and brought both down in a hard whack right in the groin, hard enough to make him wheeze and get his eyes glisten wet, trembling, but even while his body curled up around the hurt mid section and his mitt covered fists there, the dog kept looking up at Calvin, desperate to show his obedience. The Shepherd lay mostly curled up, tail between his legs, and silent until the wolf turned his attention away.

To Max, it was a most shocking display. He'd been with some clients who had played rough, but to see someone abuse himself just like that, at the suggestion and not even fully spoken command, there had to be something wrong. Either the Shepherd had a seriously masochistic streak and desire to obey, or he was even more afraid of the alternative.

With the demonstration over, Calvin waved the tiger butler away, leaving just the three. Wolf, dobie, and over in the corner, a groaning Shepherd that by this time had been through enough types of dubious training that he won't even take pleasure in ratting out the other dog. It's become something of self-preservation.

The disassembled pieces of the hard plastic suit lay in its many parts on the floor next to Max, and the remote for both dogs' collars were on a coffee table nearby. Calvin looked at Max and said, "First off, so you're easier to work with.. You've heard of a dead man's switch, I'm sure? From any number of idiotic TV shows or wherever. I click this button every few minutes, or you'll feel the same jolts you got when trying to sneak out. A large mitt like yours poking more than one button, or the wrong ones, you get hit again. So if you're reasonable, you should figure out that as long as you cooperate, I won't have to turn you into a drooling mess for the next half hour. Got that? I could just pin you under me and let the timer count down, for all I care."

Max still had the copper tingling taste on his tongue, nodded quietly, not even speaking for a reply. The wolf then began his work, from the bottom up. The whole suit were a series of half shells, and he started on Max's legs, pulling the left leg out and placing it on the hard thick plastic, long enough to go from ankle to knee. The inside of the shell had a minimal amount of padding that seemed an afterthought, to make the mold be a 'one size fits all' device. A strong strap got looped up around the calf, buckled shut with enough force to get the dobie's short fur to stand up on either side of the belt, with just enough padding to keep from cutting off circulation. Calvin moved up to the thigh then, adding in the next piece of the suit, strap gripping just as snugly. Once those two were done, he removed the mitt from Max's hindpaw before putting it in the foot part of the suit.. another strap fixating it. Under the hindpaw assembly, thick rubber pads made sure both that the wearer couldn't precisely place his footing, and that walking wouldn't scratch the flooring or anything else it stepped on.

Flexible rubber seals were attached to each suit part's lower bit, the thigh one going under the calf part, the calf gasket going in under the hindpaw contraption. Each attaching with a simple snap lock so they would be held in place, practically creating a splash proof series of joints, hiding any visible fur of the dog inside. Once the leg was finished, the wolf began inserting thin wiring that ran inside a shielded channel in the plastic, with exit points near each of the straps, each ending in a thin, long needle that got inserted to each major muscle group in the upper and lower legs, as well as sideways pressed into the hindpaw, between the paw pads.

Each insertion point got two of the needles, spaced inches apart, and once done with that, Max was rolled over so work on the other leg could begin. Similar plating got put on, buckled in, and wired up, care taken to keep the rubbery joints properly attached, not snagging on any of the wiring, or Max's fur. Now and then the dog let out small whimpers when a needle jabbed a nerve, but, his noises were ignored. Firm metal springs snagged into hooks designed for just that usage, each with an inch-long round device at the middle, from where yet more wiring go up along the legs, the pull of the spring-loaded joints forcing Max's legs into a feral style, bent position, from where it would take actual strength to move away.

At one point, Calvin forgot - or ignored - the collar remote's beep for attention, letting the pup have a few seconds of shock before turning it off. Watching, like he was judging his handiwork so far. The arms clearly moved a lot more than the legs. "Good, good.." he murmured to himself before continuing, pushing the dog over onto his belly so that he can place a large, near spacesuit looking backpack sized, heavy pack on Max, slipping straps around the waist and chest, before turning him on his back and then tightening those belts down hard. Just with the legs, more needles got added, into the sides of the dog's torso, under the ribs and slightly in front of the arm pits.

As the wolf yanked the belts tightly shut, Max could feel a pair of prongs press in at the small of his back, and near the neck. Now that he was up at the body itself, Calvin began snapping on the other side of the plates for each hindpaw, lower and upper leg, leaving just a bundle of wires from each leg that then goes to a connector at the side of the large backpack. The same rubber seal is attached from the backpack to the top of the legs, before work begins on the arms.

Like before, the mitts were removed for attaching the new, heavy-plastic paws, where fingers got splayed out to get a small sense of 'touch' through the rubber paw pads. There too, the wolf pressed in a pair of needles into each forepaw, just as he did after tying the upper and lower leg shells in place. He then easily snap-clicked on the other parts, other halves, of each unit. Upper and lower legs and arms, all four paws, just go 'click' as the sides of them were put in place, now fully hiding the dog's limbs. Only his face, chest, and tail were visible. The tail was easily hidden, covered in a sheath of very fake looking fur, to go with the looks of the suit itself. It was all nylon strands as you would see in an 80s 'optical light mullet' desk lamp, and underneath it all, a series of pull-wires attached to servos that could have the whole tail wag, curl, or tuck at the simplest of commands.

Calvin straddled the half mecha looking dog now and held up a finger to Max's lips. "Shhh. Take it easy now. No yelling, or I'll have to shock you, okay?" The wolf unbuckled the heavy muzzle and pulled it off Max's head, then reached for other gear instead. This took a little more care to put on, as it was split into several pieces. First, the back of his skull was rested in a shell with always-erect looking ears that were molded that way and unmoving. The head casing was then fastened with small straps around Max's forehead and under his chin. Then an upper half, that covered the pup's eyes and top of his maw, with a small strap in through the mouth, fixating the upper maw to the cover.

As the jaw piece snapped shut to the head mask, suddenly it was impossible to move the upper jaw. Another piece went in at the bottom of the muzzle, similarly gripping hold of Max's lower jaw. This part was hinged at the mask, allowing - for the moment - free movement of the mouth. A tube came out from inside the face mask somewhere and ended in a small nipple at the side of the jaw. Max could just reach that tip to suck on.

"That's your food and water, pup," Calvin said, "Mixed nutrient solution. Take a sip now and then, but don't overdo it.. All that fluid's got to go somewhere, and we're only going to drain you so often." The wolf grinned and patted Max's belly, moving down then to the dobie's groin.

Like the tiger did last night, now Calvin got ready to slip in a catheter through Max's shaft. He wielded a foot and a half long tube, fresh from its sterile containment. Since the dog's movement was now severely hindered by the arm- and leg attachments, it wasn't hard for the wolf to get a grip on Max's sheath and pull it back just enough to expose the penis tip so that the wolf could begin to slide the long tube in. Inside the catheter, from the tip and down to about halfway its full length, a thin wire line led. The line ended at a black conductive coating on the outside of the catheter, making it slightly thicker than the rest of the tube.

Calvin began to slip the tube into Max's urethra, eliciting a howl right away with the dog feeling like a slow fire was crawling up inside his member. The opening on the tip, even though it was rounded, still scraped against very sensitive nerves. With each inch it went in, Max seemed to try screaming even harder. His arms and legs tensed up something fierce, pulling against the spring-held joints and bunching up under the multitude of straps and belts. Since the wolf wasn't particularly careful, just getting the device in there without pause, Max made a loud yowling, interrupted only by whimpers and sobs when he had to catch his breath. He managed to make an even harder effort to pull back and howl when that halfway point with the little rubber coating began creeping up. The partially bumpier texture scratched and dragged far more than the comparatively soft, pliable surface of the rest of the catheter.

The dog's eyes rolled back. He had drooled over the lower jaw gear and onto the floor, crying and screaming alternately as the scraping moved slowly, steadily in through his shaft. Calvin didn't seem to pay it any heed except for flipping his ears out, saving himself a bit of the extreme noise that dog was making. He noted to himself that were he to get a third pup, he would be sure to close its muzzle before doing the tubing. Coda had yelled just as much, in particular the first few times, or when a couple of days had passed to let his urethra slowly shrink back to its normal, snug size.

Then the tip hit the entrance to his bladder, ripping another howl out of him before resting securely in the bladder, beginning to drain urine into a bag automatically. Max still felt like his whole penis was on fire. He made gurgling and sobbing sounds with his head hanging down as much as the suit neck would allow. After the balloon connection was hooked up to the backpack and started to inflate inside Max's bladder, Calvin gave it a tiny tug. As if the spasms to get the foreign object out weren't enough, the pull also made the whole tube with its clear plastic and the dark rubber part alike, shift and twist in the urethra. Max let out another sharp scream. His eyes, wide and filled with tears, frantically looked around for anything to help him. His limbs tugged and tried to move but barely managed, with the clunky covers weighing down all four legs. It was like the wolf did the extra tug just to cause that pained reaction in Max to see how well his pup was restrained.

While urine trickled out, Calvin aimed another needle - like the ones in the rest in Max's body - at the taint, a few inches in, getting another groan of pain and hurt. At this stage Max hung fairly limp in his restraints, catching his breath slowly and trying to make sense of the world after the horrible experience of having the catheter slid in. What might only have taken a minute or two in real time felt like a small eternity to the captive dog. While he still panted and drooled, a sort of chastity device was attached around the dog's nutsack. It looked very much like a rounded metal cage, firmly fixed to the root of the sack. For some reason it also had a tube leading up to the backpack.

From here it wasn't too difficult to guess that the large pack held the batteries, controls, and various other devices that would be too unwieldy to have been placed around the body where they were actually being used. A soft sensor band got slipped around the base of Max's penis, merely to monitor his state of arousal for determining whether it was authorized by the controls or if the dog was actually getting excited and about to climax on his own.

Then, the chest/torso cover was slid on, and clicked into place. For all intents and purposes, Max now looked like a large toy robot dog. The only organic pieces showing were his tongue and, if one looked under the fake tail, his rump. The wolf hefted the plastic contraption up onto its feet to stand on the floor, where it stayed put, and went to get another control, more advanced that the one for the collar. A full tablet, with many options.

"Good boy," Calvin said, grinning, "Coda is certainly happy for your sacrifice, too. I'm not going to let you talk just yet, but do walk around. Get used to your new body." With a few taps on the console the eye visor shifted from opaque to transparent and the springs in the joints were loosened up by actively powering the solenoids around them, giving Max the ability to wander on his four paws. The jaw hinges locked into a closed position to hold the dog's maw tightly shut, as efficient as the earlier strap muzzle in quieting him.

"Oh.. and try not to scratch yourself. You can't get to the itch anyway," the wolf said with a smirk. With a tap on the tablet the balloon in the catheter inflated to where it wouldn't pull out, then yet more. After that, it repeated sinking down a bit and reinflating to maximize the irritation in the dobie's bladder. It caused the now muted Max to 'MMPHH!' out through his nose and fall over in a clattering heap. His big, soft padded paws groped at his covered groin, trying to scratch the fiery pain away.

"How's that? Exciting, isn't it?" At those words, Calvin sent in a buzz through the conductive-rubber catheter siding, forming a circuit between the catheter part and the needle near the prostate. It caused a mixed signal of both erection inducing buzz and a thumping, heavy electro-ejaculation pulse. The effect of the pulse was quite painful as it went both through the prostate and the penis itself. With enough strength to make muscles clench and taking the path through tender nerves, it felt close if not up there with the sensations Max had when the catheter was inserted. If the thin sensor band around the shaft registered that the pup was about to climax on his own, without being milked, the chastity cage balloon would inflate rapidly and fairly well simulate a hard punch to the nuts. Both squeezing out a little seminal fluid and causing enough agony to make any pleasurable feelings rapidly shrink away. The trapped doggy was kept hard and milked, with leaked fluid staying inside the suit cover until it got opened and cleaned off. Max was certainly not given any pleasure in having his nuts drained.

The wolf smiled as he watched Max's eyes through the visor, seeing them widen at the balloon 'kicks'. "There you go. Now it's time for you to learn your way around the house. You see those marked lines along the walls? There's where you are allowed to wander. And it would be cheating to let you see them." With a tap on the tablet the visor polarized to turn everything monochrome. "Off you go, little doggy. Go explore your new home! Find the boundaries. It was so much fun watching Coda do this, I can't wait to see how quickly you will learn."

The trapped dobie took some wobbly steps forward, not used to the extra restrictions the suit joints placed on his movements. Whenever he bumped into a wall he got a brief zap across the muzzle. When he walked in a direction he was not allowed, brief pain spikes jabbed into his arm and chest on that side, prompting him to turn around. Amused, Calvin followed Max around, urging him on when he was at the open front door.

"Go ahead! See how far you get!" the wolf chortled. As Max stepped out of the house, his face and both arms got growing intensity jolts from the suit. When he had stepped just outside the invisible fence, the suit began letting out a beeping noise. After the first couple of beeps it also used the neck and lower back wiring to send strong pulses in through the dog's spine, causing the whole contraption to fall over. Calvin laughed a bit at that and motioned for the large tiger to drag the plastic heap inside the door again. A minute or two later when the wolf could see eye movement through the grey visor showing that Max was recovering from the jolt, he grinned and tapped the rounded nosepad. "I see you learned 'play dead'. That's what happens when you walk too far. Or when I want to see you perform a trick. Go on, learn the paths you're allowed to walk today. I've got other things to do than keep my eyes on you all the time.. the house cameras can do that for me instead." The wolf gave a couple of knuckle raps on top of the plastic head, then left him alone in the hallway.

Max stood on all fours for a little while, looking around. He raised his paws to find that he could move fairly easily with just a bit of resistance in each joint. He would be unlikely to run very fast, but walking shouldn't be a problem. His main concern lay in those colored light strips along each wall. They were all of the same brightness and nuance, and since that visor over his eyes made everything look greyscale the dobie could no longer make out which lines were barriers and which were approved paths. He decided to walk forward to the nearest doorway, that had stairs leading up somewhere.

As he started onto the steps, Max felt a tingle in his forepaws and muzzle. Another step, and the tingle grew to become painful bites. Recalling how the front patio had made him feel, or rather how the suit had disabled him, he took a step backwards. The biting he'd felt wound down to nothing and disappeared. He padded along off to the left, further inside the house, peeking in through doorways and pushing with his muzzle to try opening some of them. When finding a door with a handle, Max began raising his right forepaw to open it but got only halfway there.

As soon as his paw was above the height of his head, the suit suddenly locked up all limbs with the solenoids. Sharp pain shot in both through his whole arm and in his bladder. The joints in the whole suit had tightened up and the embedded needles instantly cramped both upper and lower arm muscles, both to restrain and punish the dog. At the same time, the catheter's inflatable balloon was being used as a deterrent, deflating a little and inflating again several times, making him yowl out in pain at the churning sensation deep inside his body from an over-irritated spasming bladder. The slight bobbing caused the catheter to jiggle ever so slightly all through the urethra.

Max wanted so badly to back off and curl up, but he was frozen in place for several seconds that seemed so much longer. Eventually the joints in his arm/foreleg relaxed and the forced cramps in both his arm and the side of his chest now directed the rubber padded forepaw down onto the floor, whether he wanted to or not. Max got to experience that he could be moved about by crude muscle control. Once back down on the floor the brief punishment session ended and he could move again, though he stood for a good while just panting and feeling nauseous. The suit only resisted when he wobbled, to keep it/him from falling down on the floor, but as long as Max stayed upright he could keep moving.

When Max felt he could trust his legs enough to carry him, he instantly turned to the side to explore more. This time he steered well clear of that special door and other doors he found that were closed. In particular when coming to a hallway with doors on both sides, it felt like tripping through a minefield; when he felt a sting in his shoulder from approaching a door too closely and backing off, suddenly the warning bite told him he was now too close to the other side. It made for a drunken looking zig-zagging as he tried to stay in the very center of the hallway. There he could still feel warning nips in both his sides at once, but at least they were kept as small as he could manage.

When he got to the end of the hallway there was nowhere to go but turn around. He found that when he approached the window at the end of the hall, an itching and then burning sensation began to grow in his face as a warning that he was getting too close to the periphery of the invisible radio fence. He started taking a step back, but wasn't quite fast enough, so suddenly all his limbs cramped up just like when he had tried opening the closed door. Max's hinged muzzle closed on its own to keep him quiet as he was being maneuvered, with the suit controller now jolting his arm and leg muscles in a crude approximation of walking. It turned him around to face away from the window, the dog's wired limbs lifting and moving forwards until he was several feet away.

Throughout the circling the dobie tried to howl out as he felt his arms and legs tighten up and build lactic acid, but his maw was firmly shut so all he got out were a series of shuddering huffs through the nose. With his face hidden under the helmet as it was, his complaints were virtually unnoticed outside of the suit. The whole operation was helped by the large rubber pads on the suit paw to get good friction and its joints being able to lock up to stabilize the whole contraption as needed. The generic dog model in the suit used both for Coda and Max was simplified so it wouldn't have to remember or even keep track of who was wearing it, at the expense of the wearer being triggered too roughly at times.

Having stumbled his way back to the living room, or kennel area, however he thought about it - the place where both dogs got to spend most of their time - Max didn't feel like wandering into more traps so he walked into the middle of the room and stood still there, looking down at the floor and wondering if he was allowed to lie down.

Slowly, Max lowered himself until the rounded plastic belly was on the wide rug. He got all of perhaps five minutes of rest until a small zap across his rump, like a smacking, got his attention. Then another sharper jolt, together with a brief forced clenching of his stomach.

He spotted Coda over by the dog bed. The Shepherd pointed his nose up repeatedly, trying to help Max out with sign language without saying anything. Still, Max wasn't sure what to do. Suddenly he felt like he got a hard jab up in the balls as the hard balloon in the small chastity device inflated rapidly, smushing the nutsack against steel bars. It got the dog to whoof out through the muzzle and briefly lose his breath, then groan and start to pull up into a sitting position which was the closest he could get to curling around his hurt groin. The smacking zaps to his rear now turned into a tingle in his upper arms and thighs and he managed to recall earlier how Coda had been made to abuse himself. The suit. He wasn't allowed to rest yet. On that theory, Max got up to stand on four paws again. As suddenly as it had come, the distracting and teasing nips went away. The dobie was left with just the throbbing and very real ache of the 'kick' his balls had gotten.

Max looked over at Coda with a mix of gratefulness for the attempt to help and some understanding of how the other dog had been broken down to be so obedient. Several weeks, or more.. and it was only the dobie's first day here. Already he was taking orders from an uncaring control device just to avoid more agony.

Max padded around in a circle, examining the room and noting where tingles told him he wasn't allowed to stay, but he didn't venture out again. Soon after, a voice spoke inside his helmet.

"Tired of wandering already? We'll get to that later, I want you veryused to this suit. After all, most of the time the one of you two that I feel has been the least good boy will be in it." It was the wolf. And then Calvin appeared in the doorway, the earbud talking had apparently been just to show another aspect of how much control he had over Max. Now, Calvin turned to the other boy.

"Coda, Coda.. I thought I had trained you better. You were trying to help this one, and I just can't have my little pet pack ganging up. You brought this on yourself.. and if it weren't for Max here needing a breaking in period, you'd trade places with him instantly. As it is, you'll have to wait a couple of days." He tapped at the collar remote and held down a button.

The Shepherd jerked back in the bed, halfway thudding out onto the floor. Coda grabbed for his neck with both mitt-covered forepaws as the shock collar got him to bunch his whole shoulders together. It was rough enough to tighten the throat up so he couldn't even scream for help, only make a stuttering series of grunting sounds. He bit his muzzle tightly shut with the lips pulled back, both drooling on the floor and wetting himself.

Calvin thought that half a minute was long enough this time before letting up on the shocks. He walked over to push Coda with a foot. The wolf wrinkled his nose. "You lick that up, mutt. I won't have you stinking my place up." He then ignored the Shepherd and turned back to Max, the scowl turning into a grin-smile.

"So, slick puppy. How do you like your first day of the rest of your life? Come on now, I did rent you for some purpose, and it's been a whole day.. I think I'd like to use you again. But I only have need for part of you--"

There, the audio cut off. Suddenly Max had lost hearing and the visor was fully opaque, not letting him see or hear. His limbs were stuck in one position. The dog didn't know what to make of it until he felt a fingering under his captive tail. Shortly after it was followed by the wolf's shaft instead, starting to press in with just a small amount of lube. Not so much for Max's sake, he rightly suspected, but more to ease the friction for Calvin's benefit.

Max felt the wolf enter him in thrusts, jabbing in another further inch each time, grinding the suited dog against the floor. Those cursed rubbery paws that made such good contact with the floor also kept the suit dog from moving forward. All he could and also tried to do was to squeeze down with his rear. The dog hoped that by being cooperative and making it the best pleasing experience for the wolf would net him the 'least negative' effects. When the slightly wider knot began to poke in and stretch his tail hole more, it was even a bit pleasurable and teasing. It got Max to harden up even if his own bits were hidden under the shell so it didn't show. The wolf had his hands resting on Max's lower back, enjoying him for what was now effectively just a fuck hole that stayed in place. Humping in, getting more excited, starting to spurt out pre-come and seed in the dog's rump, Calvin felt a nice warmth as his knot swelled up wider to lock them together. He kept doing grinding motions against Max's rear for a while, until he felt spent.

Inside the suit, blocked off from the world and just feeling himself getting mounted, the dobie thought of warm things, enjoying the mating as best as he could. He also swelled up with the shaft sliding out of its sheath to meet body-warmth plastic inside the shell, then twitching as he was about to come.

That's when the small sensor band felt the stretch and instantly the suit hammered away two-three-four rough hard punches against Max's balls, turning the sweet sensations of coming into sudden agony and retraction of his penis. The dog made a long, muffled noise under the helmet when trying to scream, the huffs cut off several times by each new pounding to the nuts. Calvin just smiled wide and tensed his cock in the puppy's rump, enjoying the way that the sudden pain caused Max to try jerking away but only getting the captive dog body shivering and clenching more.

"Oh, fuck yeah.." he murmured, mostly to himself, "Just like when Coda was fresh in the trainer." As the pulses continued, Max got milked by them. Within half a minute he leaked out seed along the catheter which trickled into a sponge-like device on the inside of the suit torso. Then, drained of come but without the satisfaction of climaxing, the milking felt even more painful because it caused the catheter to press along the urethral walls. That made the sensations change randomly from the conductive rubber pulses as its position shifted slightly. It kept on going after he was milked dry, trying to force out seed that wasn't there, making the dog's head swim in whimpering thoughts and ever growing aches.

A while later, after the wolf had shrunk back down and pulled out, Max was left standing there with unseen tears in his eyes and still feeling the hurt. The suit visor cleared up to let him see out and the maw hinge unlocked. Now the wolf motioned over for the other dog to come on over.

"Here, boy. Hup!" Calvin said to Coda, patting Max's back with a soft thud. "Get at 'im, but if you get off, you're going into the suit right away. Show some self control, mutt." The Shepherd, walking on all fours still, padded around Max and then hopped up on his back, starting to pound away at the exposed butt. Adding his weight onto the suit, it made Max's limbs tremble as the dobie had to carry it all with only minimal help from the springs in the suit joints. While he got doggy raped, Calvin stood at his front and nudged his muzzle open.

"You, pup, you get to clean me off, like last time. Give me a good tongue job. I'll help keep those urges of yours down, too." The wolf shaft got slid into the suit maw, resting on Max's tongue. As the dog began to lick he didn't get much time to wonder what was meant by that.

With a tap on the tablet, pulsating current began flowing between the conductive part of the catheter and the needle set close to the prostate, in effect beginning an electro ejaculation that happened to pass not just through the prostate, which was a clenching and painful experience in itself, but the same power also through nerves in his penis. It was the same sort of forced milking that had been part of the punishment for approaching climax on his own. Max tried to yell out, but his mouth was full of wolf shaft, and the hinged muzzle kept him from either opening up too wide or biting down so it all came out as a long groaning whimper through his nose. As a most likely intended side effect, the attempted noises made Max's mouth shudder as well. The vibrations were good enough on their own to have Calvin get off a second time, spurting right down the dobie's throat.

"Mmmph.. Even more reason to have more than one pup handy. You're both useful in different ways." While forcing himself into Max's maw, the wolf kept an eye on the other dog and when Calvin himself had spurted, he said "Coda, that's enough. Off!" At that, the Shepherd pulled out of Max. Coda had just begun swelling up but was still thankful for not having to keep thrusting. He could only maintain so much control and now he got to calm down.

The Shepherd was panting heavily with aching blue balls but being spared the punishment he would have gotten if he had climaxed inside the dobie. Coda sat down on his haunches next to Max's side, looking up at Calvin, keeping his legs spread enough to show that he had been a good boy and done what he was told.

Looking him over, the wolf grunted approval. "You managed to keep it in this time.." He reached out to ruffle the Shepherd's long headfur and ears. "So you get to sleep outside the trainer tonight."

Coda's eyes glimmered with conditioned gratefulness. He would get the relatively soft dog bed that still needed a good licking to clean up where he wet himself, but most importantly he got to spend the night outside the trainer suit.

When Calvin was satisfied with the cleanup licking he had gotten, he pulled out of Max's maw and patted his head, now with a grin. "That's a good boy, you too. But you'll be good in a different way, now. I'm going to let you outside the house! Isn't that great? All night you'll get to wander around the yard, patrolling for intruders. That's what good guard dogs do, isn't it?"

Max was unsure what that meant. He was still recovering from the hurt and the milking but he catched a glimpse of Coda with ears down, trying to look away. With an expression like that, it couldn't be good. And even if the Shepherd had wanted to help him, Coda was now also aware that he too was watched when they were together, so wouldn't even dare.

The wolf tapped on the tablet and said 'Heel!', which suddenly got the suit to close the muzzle and activate the wiring going into the limbs and body, making Max follow along whether he wanted to or not. Sharp bites in all muscles gave the suit a spring to the step, almost like a show dog, as he - or the suit - followed Calvin to the front door.

"Patrol until 9 AM tomorrow, then return," said the wolf. The suit started out onto the yard, turning and beginning to walk for hours and hours on end. The one thing Max could do to ease the situation, after getting over the gasp-inducing and attempted screams, was to anticipate how the suit wanted him to walk and mimic it. Trying to comply would limit how much extra applied encouragement was needed to be sent into each of the dobie's body parts.

With Max's toy like looks, even with the head swiveling from side to side, he couldn't be taken too seriously as a guard, but from the remote camera and audio feeds, he was still useful as a trip sensor. Most of all though, repeated usage of the trainer suit would ensure Max's mind wearing down just like Coda's had.

From the wolf's previous experiments on the Shepherd and possibly earlier dogs before him, it was a fairly short process to instill enough fear and obedience that the dogs learned there was no escape. Even if more fear driven than admiring or selflessly loyal, they would fight or compete in ways that looked friendly, to each be the one chosen as best pup every week, every day.