Under Lock and Key 3
NOTE: This story contains shameless yiffy fun, and should not be viewed by the overly sensitive or religious.
You have been warned.
As always, comments are greatly welcomed! *tail wags*
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Under Lock and Key3
The heavy sounds of footsteps coming down the corridor brought Callum out of his slumber, ears perking up at the sound before just as suddenly wilting as he remembered where he was, and what he had become.
Forcing back the panic that was slowly rising through him, Callum couldn't stop the soft whine that escaped his throat as the footsteps grew louder, breath coming out in short heavy gasps. He felt a sudden sharp pain shoot up his arm, and tried to reposition it into a more comfortable position. When he realised that he couldn't move it, he looked down sharply. The first thing the dog noticed was the black leather that seemed to cross around his chest. His arms were tied behind his back, attached to the harness that snugged tightly against him, the black material standing out against his bright white fur. He wiggled his paws in an attempt to restart the blood flow, pins and needles running up his arms. He was sat in the same chair he had woken up in the first night he had arrived, the single bulb overhead casting him in a dim yellow glow hurting his eyes so soon after waking up. He felt stiff all over which was only aggravated by the fact that he couldn't move from his position, as the footsteps stopped outside the door. He heard the sound of a bolt being slid aside, before it swung open with a heavy creak and two furs stepped inside. Callum's nose flared at the familiar scent of wolf, and he felt himself sinking into his chair as Saxon's familiar features emerged under the light.
"Mmm, and how is my little pup today?" Saxon leered down at the bound canine, teeth bared in a predatory smirk. Callum felt himself trembling under that stare, the wolfs green eyes burning holes through his skull. He managed to look away and look behind the wolf at the other occupant of the room who was admiring him from the other side of the room.
The first thing Callum took in was the overpowering smell of fox. The scent was easily distinguishable from Saxon's heavy musk, sweeter and somehow more pleasant. Foxes always smelt of sex, and this one also had the heavy reek of wolf on him. The fox in question was dressed in an expensive looking suit, black fur glistening in the half light. A long black tail flicked behind the fox in slow sweeps, admiring Callum with a smug grin. Callum's regardings of the fox were cut short as he felt a paw caress his muzzle, wide eyes staring back up into Saxon's face as the wolf stroked his face with soft delicate pads. Callum's hackes rose and he felt a growl rise up in his chest before Saxon stepped back and walked out of the dogs eyeline.
"So, what do you think Jack?" the wolfs voice came out low and smooth from behind Callum, a single paw coming back onto the dogs shoulder. Callum realized he was talking to the fox, and his eyes once more regarded the black fox who was admiring him with twinkling eyes. The fox sauntered over until he was only a few feet away from Callum, the strong vulpine scent tickling his nose. Once again he caught the unmistakable smell of sex emanating from the fox's fur, and that scent coupled with Saxon's thick musk had Callum's head swimming.
The fox, Jack, reached out a paw and cupped the dogs muzzle gently, turning it from side to side as he examined every inch of Callum's wide eyed features. The paw was then removed as Jack lowered his muzzle and took in the dogs scent like a fine wine. Obviously pleased, Jack looked behind Callum to the expectant wolf stood behind the bound canine.
"Very nice. With some training you could have a very good pet with this one, Saxon".
The fox looked into Callum's eyes, the vulpine muzzle cracking into a soft smile.
"Hi there pup. Your a cute little fella, aren't you?". The fox's paw stroked down Callum's exposed chest softly, claws tickling through the white fur causing the dog to squirm. Jack chuckled and stood back up, laying a paw in-between Callum's ears possessively.
"You want me to go through the basics with him?"
From his position Callum couldn't see Saxon, but from the way Jack's muzzle cracked into a grin he could tell the fox had gotten acceptance for whatever it was he had in mind.
"You do what you do best, foxxy. I want him nice and ready for Colin when he gets back to you". Saxon dug his claws into Callum's shoulder, causing him to wince.
"Fair enough. I'll give your little puppy the best of my experience" Jack chuckled, flashing a bit of tooth.
Removing his paw, Saxon came round to face Callum and lifted a single finger at the dogs face.
"You behave and do everything he says. Believe me, you won't like it if I have to punish you"
Callum knew from the wolfs tone that he wasn't making idle threats, and nodded quickly to show he was listening. Smirking, Saxon nodded at the fox before turning round and leaving the room.
Callum watched nervously as Jack walked over and rebolted the door, plunging the room into darkness save for the one bulb hanging overhead. With calm elegance, the fox walked back over and dropped to one knee so he was level with the dog.
"Right then puppy. You belong to me now".
Callum didn't know why, but there was something about this fox that unnerved him. Although shorter than the dog by a head, the fox held himself confidently and his eyes glowed with an air of experience and power that made Callum feel small. Also, although he didn't want to admit it, Callum found the little fox extremely attractive.
The dog watched as the fox walked over to the other side of the room and removed something from his pocket. Callum's eyes widened as he realized what it was. A camera.
"For the purposes of this session, I'll be recording everything that goes on in this room. I trust you have no objections?"
Callum did have objections! He was just about to let rip at the fox with every name under the sun, when the fox flicked a switch and started the camera up.
"I'm sure Mr Saxon would be very upset if he found out you had objections to his ruling. And he's not exactly pleasant to be around when he's upset".
Callum's ears wilted as he looked into the glaring eye of the camera. He knew the reason the fox was recording this was so that Saxon could watch it afterwards, and anything he said or did would be captured and shown to the wolf by the grinning fox. Callum whined softly through his nose as he shook his head, giving in to the smartly attired fox.
"Good. Now, in a moment I'm going to let you stand up and then I'll go through what we're going to do. I must remind you that the camera will be watching you at all times, so I trust you'll be on your best behaviour".
The dog looked up at the fox with wide puppy eyes as Jack walked up behind him and began undoing his bonds. Whilst he kept the harness on, he undid the straps holding his arms together and allowed them to go limp at the dogs sides. Callum's ears perked up at the sound of jangling metal, before he felt Jack grab his neck and pull something around it. He only had a second to realize what it was before it was buckled around his neck and locked. A dog collar.
Shame and humiliation coursed through Callum's body as he felt Jack pat him on the head, realising that he allowing himself to be collared by a smaller and weaker male. He lowered his head as the fox stood a few feet in front of him, lifting his arms into his lap and stroking them to get rid of the pins and needles sensation.
"Stand up" the fox said in a soft but commanding tone. Callum hesitated for a second before getting to his feet, feeling the cold concrete under his pads. The fox smiled at him in approval.
"Good boy. Now, sit on the floor, arms in front of you"
Callum did as he was told, getting into the classic sitting position with his arms in front of him and his rump on the cold floor. He looked up as the fox walked up to him. He felt a paw begin to scratch between his ears, the touch surprisingly soft and gentle. Callum found himself enjoying the feeling, eyes shutting and tongue hanging from his muzzle. He felt the paw withdraw and something bump against his nose. Opening his eyes, he saw that the fox had something else in his hand. A leather muzzle.
"Now, to make things go a little easier during this session I'm going to muzzle you. Don't worry, it won't be as unpleasant as you are undoubtedly imagining".
Despite this, Callum found himself struggling as the fox tried to muzzle him, squirming away from the offending object until he felt a strong paw grip his muzzle and hold him still.
"No! You do as your trainer tells you. Bad behaviour will lead to punishment, and you won't like that I assure you" Jack glared at the dog and held him steady as he slid the muzzle on. Callum kept still, and was surprised when the fox didn't reach round to buckle it closed. Instead, the fox released his grip and took a few paces back, his eyes on the sitting dog at all times. Confused, Callum remained still hoping that by doing so he would avoid angering the fox as well as hopefully avoid punishment.
Satisfied, Jack smiled down at the dog and stroked him between the ears, rubbing his chest affectionately with the other paw.
"Good boy. Muzzle equals affection. See?"
Callum had to admit that the fox's touch was enjoyable, and took his mind off the fact that he was being muzzled. After a few moments of scritching, Callum felt the fox buckle the muzzle behind his head and stood back up, regarding the muzzled pup with surprising affection.
"Good. Now that we've gotten that bit of unpleasantness out of the way, we can begin the training".
The word 'training' unnerved Callum as he watched the fox remove his jacket, revealing the lithe frame underneath the tight white shirt. Once again he was struck by how cute the fox actually was, and how the sight of the the vulpines hiked tail caused him to suppress a shiver.
"First and foremost, in this room you are now my pet. As such, I expect you to obey every command and signal I give you. I don't class myself as a harsh person, so I won't force you to do anything overtly unpleasant. However, you will be a good pet and do everything and anything your master tells you. Understand?"
Callum nodded in understanding, keeping still in his position on the floor despite the cold concrete underneath his rump.
"Good. I see that you learn quickly. Now, the first thing we learn in basic training in proper pose. As my pet I expect you to sit and walk like a good dog. You seem to have the sitting portion down well enough, so lets see how you stand".
Jack walked back over to the dog and lay a hand on his back. "Stand up, on all fours".
Callum tried, but it was uncomfortable as he tried to force his limbs into the correct positions. His back arched painfully as he tried to straighten it out, hands and footpaws flush against the floor.
"That's it. Lift up your shoulders until your arms are straight. I'll help you"
The fox helped by keeping a paw on Callum's lower back to prevent the dog from rising too much. Painfully, Callum straightened his arms up whilst making sure he stood on his toes with his knee's bent. Finally, Callum stood perfectly. Jack patted him on the rump and stood back to admire his posture.
"Very good. From now on, this is how you will stand when told. Now, sit"
Callum sat his rump back down, eyes firmly on the fox as he waited his next command. Inside he was hating every single of this treatment, being treated like a dog by a male who once upon a time he would have been dominating. Despite this, he couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement as he let himself submit to the fox, eyes never leaving the vulpines face.
Jack turned round to tinker with the camera, adjusting it slightly before walking back over to the sitting dog. "Your doing very well. I'm very proud my little pup"
Tickling fingers stroked up and down the dogs ears. Callum, who felt so torn and humiliated inside, had to admit that the feeling was enjoyable and pleasurable. A soft mrr escaped his chest, informing the fox that he was enjoying the treatment.
"Aww, is the puppy enjoying my training?"
Callum found himself nodding before he could think, and a second later the ticklish paw was removed as Jack started unbuttoning his shirt. The sweet scent of fox filled Callum's nostrils and he couldn't stop a soft whine escaping his muzzled lips as the fox's soft chest fur came into view.
Jack took a hold of Callum's collar and pulled the dog onto all fours, slipping a leash into one of the d-rings and twisting it around his paw.
"Now we've covered sitting and standing, its time to learn the proper way to walk. If your going to be a good little pet you have to learn the right way to walk at your masters side".
Callum's legs trembled slightly as he tried to stay on his toes, eying the leash in the fox's hand warily. With a sudden tug, Callum was forced to pad up to Jack's side, his fur gently brushing against the fox's leg.
"Right, lets see how many times you can go round this room aided". Jack said as he gave another tug of the leash, forcing the dog under him to start walking at his side at a trot. Callum's ears flattened as he felt his muscles start to burn, trying to keep pace with the fox as they completed one circuit of the room. Despite the rooms size, by the third circuit Callum was panting through his muzzle and couldn't keep pace at the fox's side. By the fourth circuit, his legs gave way completely and he collapsed onto the floor, chest heaving. Jack dropped the leash to the floor and removed it from the dogs collar.
"Three and a half circuits. Not bad for a first try. Soon you will be able to keep pace with your master as your muscles become more used to the feeling, but we'll leave that for another time".
Callum was relieved at this as the fox gt down onto one knee and began fiddling with his muzzle. Unbuckling it, Jack removed it completely and tossed it aside. Callum's ears lowered as Jack smiled at him warmly, brushing his paw along the dogs muzzle and ruffling the fur affectionately.
"You've been a very good boy today, and I think you deserve a reward for your efforts".
Callum didn't know what this meant, but he was more than happy to accept it if it meant more of the fox's experienced paws on him. He felt his body being turned over until he was on his back, staring up at the fox as he started rubbing over his exposed belly. He shivered as he felt the paw move downwards in its stroking, down to his exposed sheath where the fur was thinner which exposed him completely to the dominant fox.
The fox gently brushed his paw over Callum's exposed sheath, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from the white dog.
"Here it is my little pup" the fox cooed softly as his paw took a hold of the dogs sheath and began to gently stroke it to the rhythm of Callum's heartbeat. Callum scrunched his paws up at the spikes of pleasure as Jack expertly manipulated him. Soft whimpers escaped his muzzle as his doghood presented itself slowly from his sheath, the tip sticky with pre. "Good boy, don't fight it now". the fox's soft voice filled his ears as his body heated up.
The fox's paw moved up to Callum's cock, taking a firm grip of it and feeling it twitch and leak through his fur. Callum's eyes were scrunched shut as he felt the fox begin to work his member, rough pads working the shaft down through the dogs soft belly fur. He let out a low moan as he felt a single pad brush along his tip, scooping up the loose pre glistening around the head. The fox shifted and leaned over the shivering dog, moving the pad along Callum's muzzle and wetting it with his own pre. The strong scent of his own need drove Callum almost mad with lust.
The fox grinned as Callum began to beat his footpads on the floor, beginning the jerk the canine member in his grip more roughly as he inhaled the dogs sweet scent, so strong it masked his own thick scent. Tail wagging, he rubbed Callum's cock down against his tummy, the tickling fur rubbing against the head and matting down the fur.
"That's it puppy, keep going". Jack mrred as he continued toying with the dog, his paw fur now drenched in doggy pre. He took a sly glance back at the camera that he knew was recording every second of the action.
Callum's whines and grunts began to increase as his orgasm built under the fox's skilled paw, pads clenching tightly as his body twitched and shivered. Suddenly, with a strangled howl he reached his peak, feeling his cock twitching before it exploded, thick white spurts of doggy cum spraying down into his belly fur. Jack released his grip and stood up to watch Callum squirm through his climax. Finally, with an almost feral grin platered across his muzzle, Callum lay down on his back in a sweaty heap, tongue hanging from his muzzle as drool pattered onto the floor.
Jack chuckled as he walked over to retrieve his jacket and pick up the camera, turning round with the device held in both paws as he zoomed in for a close up of Callum's spent frame.
"And...smile for the camera"
Saxon was there to meet Jack as he exited the room, re-bolting the door and handing the wolf the camera. Saxon grinned at the heavy smell of sex emanating from Jack's fur.
"How did it go?"
Jack smirked and wagged his tail. "You weren't kidding. He's a fine piece of puppy meat. A few more sessions like that, and you'll have the perfect pet"
"Good. Oh, by the way..." Saxon looked into Jack's face with a mischievous grin. "Colin rang. He says he can make tomorrow. Sound good?"
Jack licked his lips hungrily, and patted the camera in Saxon's paw.
"We're gonna need some more film".
To be continued...