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Eric Lestrade

Commission for Guri

Jason tried to look through the blinding snow, but that swirling white hellscape blurred his vision. He had a scarf over his face, and the hood of his jacket was pulled over his head as he tried to keep in what little warmth he had. His every breath fogged up his glasses, and it only made the world harder to see. He thought about taking them off, but he'd be just as blind and snow would be pounding him in his eyes. He hated the snow, and he hated the cold. At least with heat if you found a little shade you could usually get away from it and survive, but the cold was another horrifying beast altogether. It surrounded him like quicksand, each movement felt like a struggle, and the colder it got the more it would squeeze down on his chest. He slowly thrashed against it, his body doing everything it could to escape, but unless he got some help he'd sink down to the bottom and never return.

Jason's life had never been an easy one, he'd found himself always bouncing around from place to place and never really feeling like he belonged. He'd finally grown out of the foster care system now that he was 19 and for the last 3 months he'd been wandering around trying to find out where he belonged. But no one would give him a job, he lost his car, and he'd been kicked out of the apartment he'd rented. He had nothing and no one but himself. It'd been fine for the first week, but then this storm rolled in and the shelters he'd been going to all filled up and he had no idea where to go or what to do.

The cold was gripping at him as his wet feet sloshed inside of his sneakers and he tried to focus on moving. However, each step was taking more than the last as that cold slowly wrapped around his neck like tendrils and began to squeeze the life from him. He tried to make out his surroundings, but all he could see was a row of streetlights down the sidewalk. Or at least he thought it was a sidewalk, the snow was so deep that it was hard to tell. Those dim yellow lights were the only warm comfort in this snowy hell. He could see three of them, before their light would fade from view in the thick falling snow.

He just felt so tired, Jason's body shivered as it tried to feel warm again. The tips of his fingers and the tips of his toes were numb. He tried to focus, but his thoughts were growing fuzzy, he found his way to one of those streetlights and he leaned against it. Maybe... Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a second, he'd be rested enough to go on. He closed his eyes and he sank down as he leaned against the pole. He actually felt a little warm as he sat there, his eyes fluttering closed and his mind going blank.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been there, but the next thing he knew he was somewhere that was actually warm. The harsh wind was gone and instead it was replaced by heat under him and on him. His eyes opened a bit and he tried to make out where he was but his mind was still hazy. It took him a bit to figure out that he was in a car, and the storm was still raging outside.

"Oh good," a friendly voice said, "I was starting to think you were dead."

"No... I just... I don't feel well. I need to warm up," the boy said, but his words were stuttered.

"Well, do you have anywhere you can go? Is there somewhere I can take you?" The voice asked.

"No," Jason said as his eyes stayed closed, his head pounded, and his whole body shook.

There was a pause for a long moment, and then the man spoke. "So you're all alone? Don't you have anyone? Don't you have somewhere warm you could go? Somewhere you could get a good meal?"

"I said, no," Jason forced himself to say as he curled up on the seat.

There was a long pause, "Well... how would you like somewhere to go? Somewhere that you could warm you up and feed you?"

"Of course..." Jason said hazily.

The man next to Jason grabbed something out of the back and he reached forward and took Jason's hand. He pulled off his glove, and then he grabbed the boy's face through his scarf and turned his head towards the driver seat. For the first time the human saw who was in the car with him. It was an anthro Great Dane. The fine German car they were in seemed to glow with it's white leather interior, to anyone else it would have seemed huge, but the Great Dane made it look small. His ears were forced flat against the top of his head as the top of his skull brushed against the sunroof. The dog looked Jason in the eyes, and his stare looked at him like it was looking into his very soul. He spoke softly, and he placed a tablet down on the boy's lap before guiding his hand to it. "Sign this, and you'll never have to worry about the cold again. I'll warm you up, and make sure you stay that way."

Jason's mind was operating at the level of an abacus. He couldn't focus, and he couldn't think of the gravity of the man's words. But there was something about that man's eyes that looked so trustworthy. There was something about those orbs that made his finger move along the tablet's surface and sign his name while he kept looking at the man. He watched the dog's muzzle turn into a smile, and then his eyelids felt so heavy again. He closed them and he drifted off to sleep.

**

Jason looked up the white ceiling, and he wondered if he was finally dead. He was on something soft, and he couldn't feel the wetness of his snow covered clothes anymore. But as his mind started to catch up as he slowly realized he was in a house, and he was on someone's couch. He turned his head and saw a crackling fire in a white marble fireplace, and above it was a painting of a naked Great Dane. The dog's back was to the room, and he was holding a riding crop behind his back, while gripping it with both hands above his muscular rump. His brown furred arms and legs were muscular, and his strong shoulders matched. He was clearly someone who cared about his appearance.

Jason started to stir, and he quickly realized that he was naked... not a stitch of clothing was on him. He'd also been scrubbed clean; guessing from how his skin felt. His heart beat faster, and he sat up quickly. He looked over his body and noticed it'd been shaved... not a single hair still rested on him. He reached up to is jet black hair and ran his fingers through it. His long locks were gone, and it'd been trimmed down to half of its original length. He heard the soft clink of ice hitting the inside of a bar glass, and his head turned towards the white plush living room chair he'd missed before.

The Great Dane from the painting was sitting in it, and he was just as naked as his portrait. His legs were crossed, and it hide his junk from Jason's view. He looked calmly at Jason, and he smiled. He took a sip from the glass that seemed dwarfed by his hand, before he finally spoke.

"I was starting to get worried that you weren't ever going to wake back up, I thought for sure you'd get up when I was shaving you or the bath, but you just slept peacefully." The dog said.

The boy instantly went to cover his junk, and he screamed. "What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"What? You're my property now, I wasn't going to let something of mine stay dirty." The man said.

"Your what?" Jason said, and the dog chuckled. The dog grabbed his cellphone from the table next to him, tapped something on the screen and the painting shimmered, before it was replaced by a screen. On it was a document that in bold letters it read 'Contract of Ownership.' Then the dog hit something, and it scrolled to Jason's signature. Jason looked at it, and his jaw dropped. He looked over the lines, and then in a spot that read 'Owner' he saw the dog's name:

Eric Lestrade.

"No... No! Those things require you to be of sound mind before you sign them! You tricked me!" Jason yelled.

"Nope, that only applies to drinking or other mind altering substances. I called up my lawyer and double checked, technically hypothermia doesn't count as something that alters your decision making." The dog said with a shrug, before taking another slow slip of the amber liquid in his glass. "But I thought you might react badly, and I am prepared to delete it. I haven't filed the paperwork after all, so I could still change my mind, but I have a feeling you won't want me to after I tell you what I have to offer."

The boy didn't say anything, he just stared at the man for a moment, watching him as he smirked, and then he continued. "Do you see the two boxes before you? The one with the black and white striped wrapping paper and the other with the solid blue?" Jason looked at them on the grey marble coffee table, and then looked back at the Great Dane.

"They represent a binary choice, if you pick the black and white striped one, inside you'll find your clothes and shoes, which have been cleaned and dried. You can put them on and walk out that door, and I won't try to stop you. You'll be free to go back to the prison that was your life, and you can go back into the cold where I found you. In fact, you will be better off, since your clothes are dry." The dog said as he slowly swirled the contents of his glass.

"The blue box on the other hand... contains a new life. A chance to start something new as my pet. I can't promise you'll always be comfortable, but you'll never have to experience the cold again." The dog said, before he finished off what was in his glass, and he leaned back in the chair and gestured towards the boxes. "The choice is yours."

Jason looked at the two boxes before him, and he shifted back and forth in his seat. What did this dog want from him? What would his life be like living here? Was he really ready to give up his freedom to become someone's pet? Though, what had his freedom gotten him so far? A miserable life, filled with miserable moments, and hunger that never seemed to go away. He looked around the room, the floors were polished light brown and white streaked marble, and every piece of furniture wreaked of opulence. He looked at the colonial style windows that surrounded the room, and that let him see the swirling cold outside that had gripped him like a vice just hours before. He gulped, and a shudder ran up his spine as he realized which box he had to take. He reached forward with shaky hands, and grabbed the blue box.

The dog clapped his paws together, and the sound made Jason jump. "Good boyl!" The Great Dane said as he navigated to his email app and Jason watched as the papers that controlled his freedom were sent away to the dog's lawyer. The dog stood up, and Jason's jaw dropped as he finally saw what was between his legs. His dark brown furred balls swung between his muscular thighs and they were below the thick meaty sheath that matched. Their color stood out against his light brown fur, which was broken up with dark brown blotches of fur. He strode over to the coffee table, and grabbed the striped box.

"You won't need these anymore," the dog said as he chucked the box into the crackling fire. It roared to life, engulfing everything the boy had ever known in flame. That dog turned back to him and put his hands on his hips. "Go on, open it."

Jason tore off the wrapping paper, and then he popped open the box. Inside was what looked like dark purple wrapping material, but when he reached down to touch it he realized that this was too thick to be something like that. He ran his fingers across it, and he felt how rubber and smooth it felt. He wasn't really sure what the material was, it reminded him a bit of latex, but something seemed different about it. He reached in and pulled it out, and he furrowed his brow. The dog saw this, and he replied.

"Put it on, and I'll explain," the dog said as he reached out a hand to help the boy up. Jason reached out and took the man's furry hand. It felt so strong and warm. The paw pads were so soft as he squeezed it and stood up. He slid the box onto the couch, and he kept the suit in his other hand. It reminded him a bit of a diver's suit, but this one had the crotch and rump cut out from it. There was a long zipper that went up the back, and ended at the neck. Jason let go of the man's hand and he started to slip the legs over his own. He expected it to be harder to put on, but his skin seemed to glide across the inner surface like a hot knife through butter.

"I have known I wanted a pet for a long time, and a human one specifically. So I started tinkering with something, I wanted to make a material that could be worn longer than one of those traditional kinky materials." The dog explained as Jason tried to put on the second leg, but as he slid it through he started to wobble. He reached out as he fell forward, and he felt the dog wrap his arm around him to keep him from falling. For the first time Jason felt Eric's fur against his pink flesh, he blushed a bit as he felt those soft bristles against his skin. He'd be lying if he said he'd never thought about being this close to an anthro, but the people he'd lived with throughout the years had always seemed to go out of their way to avoid them. The closest he'd ever come to one before was passing them on the street or the lone one who wandered the halls of his high school. He never knew their fur would feel so soft.

"Easy pup, here let me help you," the dog cooed softly, as he reached down and untwisted the legging for the boy. Eric held the boy's hand, allowing him to steady himself as he slipped his leg the rest of the way through. The marble floor felt so cold under his feet, but it was nothing compared to the cold that was waiting for him outside. "There you go." The boy slid his arms through the sleeves next. The dog walked behind him, and he ran his fingers along the boy's exposed back. Jason shuddered, and the dog slid his fingers down to the zipper above Jason's rump. He growled lustfully as he pulled it up, and he finally sealed the boy inside.

"Where was I?" The dog mused, "Oh yes. The suit. It's made of a living material, inside it is covered with an organism that thrives off of the dead skin cells you leave behind. They produce enzymes that allow them to create little electric currents that act like how your nerve receptors do and transfer that energy into your skin." The dog said as he leaned in and ran his fingers along the boy's side. "In other words, it allows you to feel what happens to it as if it were your own skin."

Jason shuddered as he felt that dog slide his fingers along his new rubber coating, and sure enough it did exactly as he said. He could feel Eric's hands as if they were right on his skin. The suit felt tight against his body, and he could feel it as it seemingly adjusted to his size, making sure to hug his body as tightly as possible. Soon it really did feel just like his skin. The dog grabbed a pair of boots from the box next. They looked like feral dog paws with locks in the back where they zipped up.

"Give me your foot," Eric said as he held out the boot. Jason did as he was told, and he lifted his foot. His flesh tingled as he felt that dog slide that same rubbery material over his foot... though, it was black rather than purple like the body suit. His foot slipped into it, and the dog slide the zipper up and sealed his foot inside. The dog repeated the process with the next, and he moved onto a set of rubber mitts that looked like black paws just like the boots had. The dog ran his fingers along Jason's arms, making the human shiver in his new suit. He gulped as the man held his forearm, and he slowly slid the mitt over his hand - sealing his fingers inside. He wiggled his fingers inside, he could move the toes of the paws a bit, but he wouldn't be doing much on his own while he wore these. His heart beat faster as he slowly realized just how much of his freewill he was giving up. He had no other choice though, going back would be worse than if he just gave in and let it happen.

The dog fastened the leather cuffs that went around the wrists of the mitts, he pulled the silver buckled strap tight, before he moved onto the next mitt and did the same. The dog reached into the box and pulled out the next item. It was a mask, but not just any mask. This item was in the shape of a dog's head. It had pointed ears, and it looked German Shepherd like in style. It also had a long black muzzle while the rest of it was purple. The Great Dane pulled the zipper flap in the back open, and he slipped it over Jason's face. The dog zipped it up, and the human shivered as he felt those microscopic organisms in the mask work. They sent new sensations through his body as their energy teased his skin.

Though, the biggest shock of all was when Eric actually touched the rubber muzzle, and Jason felt it. Somehow those creatures were allowing him to feel the muzzle as if it was a part of his own body. It was strange looking through the eyes of the mask, he could see his new nose, and he could see the eyeholes just out of the corners of his eyes. They seemed to always remind him of what he was now. The dog grabbed a collar from the box, and he slipped it around Jason's neck. He threaded it through a few rubber loops in the mask, and then he pulled the collar taught against the boy's neck, before latching it firmly in place.

The dog pulled out a set of brass locks, and he began to slip them into place. Two went on his wrist cuffs, two more went onto his boots, and a final one locked his collar into place. The dog took a step back, and he admired his handy work. Before him stood something you wouldn't know was human, but instead laid the rubber pup he'd dreamed of for the longest time. There were just two more touches to add, and the look would be complete.

The first of which laid in the box next to a second smaller box. It was a purple silicone puppy tail plug. He grabbed a bottle of lube from a drawer in the coffee table, and he gestured towards the coach. "On your back pup," he commanded.

Jason did as he was told and he laid down on the couch. He eyed the tail, and he gulped. He knew that this was going to be a part of his new life, but he thought there would be some kind of warm up before something was shoved into his ass. The dog grabbed Jason's legs and pushed them up towards his chest, that rubber squeaked, and Jason shivered as he felt that material rub against his skin. It felt so strange. He felt the tail plug laid against his stomach, and then he heard Eric pop the top to the bottle of lube.

He squirted some over his fingers as he used one of his large arms to hold the human-pup's knees to his chest. That dog's finger slid along the boy's exposed skin, until it met that puckered hole he knew he would know well in just a matter of time. He grinned and pressed his slick finger forward, watching as the boy's face contorted as he sank it deeper. The rubber mask forming so well to his skin that it could convey his expressions. The dog smirked, and he looked down at that rubber muzzle and into those eyes that the mask tried to conceal.

"How does it feel?" Eric asked.

"I... I don't know," Jason replied.

"Oh come on," Eric said as he started to rock his finger back and forth out of his new pup's hole. "You must know somehow."

"It uhh," Jason started, but as a second finger joined the first his words turned into moans and he felt his cock twitch for the first time that night. Going from soft to semi-hard against his freshly shaved crotch. "Feels different... I don't know yet."

"Well at least part of you seems to like it," the dog commented, before he leaned down and nuzzled his cold black nose against the boy's bits. This made Jason jump, and a blush to spread across his face. The organisms in the rubber responded to the new heat, and the rubber on his muzzle grew darker. The boy's cock twitched again, and his tight hole squeezed around those invading fingers. "Better get used to it, because this butt of yours is going to get a lot of use soon puppy. You're going to need some proper training of course, that's why I'm being so lenient tonight, because you don't know any better... But one day soon I won't be." The dog growled, before he added a third finger just to drive his point home.

"Speaking of training, I think I better give you your first lesson. I'm going to teach you how to wag your tail, pup." The dog said as he slipped his fingers from the boy's hole, grabbed the silicone toy, lubed it up, and slammed it into Jason. The boy yelped in pain at the sudden entrance, and his whole body shuddered as his ass tried to adjust to what felt like a massive plug, but it was most likely rather small. This was the first time someone had played with his hole after all, he really didn't know what was big or what was small. The Great Dane stood up, and his half hard cock hung from his sheath, dangling above his massive balls. He pointed to the ground and said, "Get on your hands and get over here."

Jason squeezed the couch cushions the best he could with his new paws as he tried to adjust to the new girth inside of him. He huffed, and then forced himself to roll onto the floor. His knees hit the floor, and then his mitts. He slowly crawled forward, the rubber material stuck to the floor a bit, and it squeezed as he worked his way across the marble floor. He kneeled next to his new owner, and he waited for his next command.

"Good boy, wait here and I'll be back," Eric said, before he ruffled between Jason's new rubber ears and he walked out of the room.

Jason finally had a bit of time to think as he waited on his hands and knees for his master to return. This was his life now. This was his new strange life. He wondered if he should be thinking about it more, but he seemed to just kind of react and not think about what was happening to him too much.

This had been his choice after all, no one had really forced him into it. He could have walked outside and taken the chance on keeping his freedom... but instead he'd just so easily given it away. He was now someone's pet. An object for them to tell him to do whatever they wanted. But was that really so bad? He looked outside at the falling snow, and then at the roaring fire that was keeping him wrapped in warmth. Maybe this was what he was meant to do. Maybe not everyone is meant to be free, maybe some people need to be collared and trained to be someone's pet. And wasn't he the freest person there could be? He had so much freedom that he'd given it up. He made the willing choice to let his life no longer be his own, and gave it to someone else.

His thoughts were interrupted by the returning footfalls of the Great Dane he now called his owner. He looked at him, and he saw a riding crop in his hand. The same one from the painting that had been above the fireplace. The dog walked up to him, and ran the leather tip of the crop down the boy's back.

"Arch your back, and hold your head high." The dog commanded. The human-puppy did as he was told, and the dog smirked. "Eyes forward, and ears straight. Then I want you to wag your tail." The dog said.

Jason did as he was told, but to wag his tail he made his butt back and forth. This got him a quick hard slap from the riding crop. It felt like a quick sting, followed by the heat of a soft burn. He yelped, and his whole body shuddered.

"No, not like that." Eric said as he rubbed the tip of the riding crop gently over the spot he'd just struck. "Squeeze down on the plug inside of you, and make it wag without moving your hips." Jason furrowed his brow, and he took a deep breath. He squeezed down on the toy the best he could, but it only moved a little. "Come on pup, just a bit harder." Jason tried again, and this time he got it to gently sway.

"Good boy, now do fifty of those little wags." The dog said. Jason glanced at the dog's cock, seeing how plump it was, and it still wasn't even all the way hard. He could see it pulsing softly, that tapered tip pointing towards the ground as the sheath pooled near the base. That thick red veiny appendage clearly enjoying what was happening. The dog moved, and he got down on his knees beside his new pet. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the coach and he squirted some of it on his fingers. He smeared them over his digits, and he reached under his new pet and grabbed his cock.

"Get to wagging pup," the dog said. Jason had jumped when the dog grabbed his dick, and now he was trying not to squirm as he teased it. Jason took a deep breath, and tried to focus on wagging his new tail as his owner started to slowly stroke his dick. Jason huffed, and he squeezed down on that plug trying to make it wag. The dog slowly stroked his dick, his fingers teasing that soft supple flesh.

Jason was starting to have trouble ignoring that pleasure coming from his dick as he started to wear himself out by wagging his tail. His rump hurt, and strangely so did his abs as he squeezed down on that plug again and again. The dog's fingers were so skilled. Those slick paws knew just how to keep him on the edge. He teased his tip making him ooze pre into the dog's hand. He tried so hard not to thrust forward, but it was so difficult to keep himself still.

His balls ached for release, and a soft needy huff escaped his lips as he lost count of the wags in his head. He was having a hard time focusing on those numbers as those fingers did everything they could to distract him. His mind wavered as he neared the end. His butt, back, and stomach hurt so much. Who knew sex could be so much work? Though, this was the kinkiest thing he'd ever done. The closest thing he'd had to sex before this was a blow job... and this was so much different. He whimpered as he got close, and with one final squeeze he hit fifty and he collapsed into the big dog's arms. He was breathing hard, and the dog above him gave out a soft chuckle. "You managed to hit sixty pup, I'm impressed."

[i]Sixty?[/i] Jason thought. He'd done ten more than he needed to... but at least he'd succeeded.

"Alright boy, now you get the first part of your reward." The dog scooped his rubber pup into his arms, and then set him on the couch. His hard cock was still throbbing, the tip still drooling with pre and slick with lube. The dog stayed on his knees and lubed up his cock as he brought the boy's rump to the edge of the seat. Jason panted for breath, too tired to move, so he just let the dog move him. His sore rump hung over the edge of the couch as his puppy dog tail bounced with his heartbeat. Eric put the boy's ankles on his shoulders like before. The dog reached down and he popped out the puppy tail plug. He lined his dick up with the rubber pup's tight entrance; his massive cock was twice as thick as the tail had been.

"How much do you know about dog anatomy, pup?" The dog asked as the tip of his cock hovered in front of that tight entrance.

"N-not a lot, sir." Jason replied.

"Well, you should know about my knot then... it's going to be twice as thick as my dick by the time it grows to it's full size." The dog mused.

"R-really?" The boy said as a worried look came over his face muzzled face.

"Yep, but don't worry. I'm not going to pop it into you," the dog grinned, "yet. That's something you'll need to grow into. It's something I'll need to train you for. But for now..." The dog let out a soft little growl as he pushed forward, and slowly let the tapered head of his cock push the boy's hole open as he slowly sank into the warm insides of his new pet. He growled as he ever so slowly worked forward, watching his pup's face as he got his first taste of a real man's dick. He heard the boy's soft groans and it only made his throbbing cock harder inside of that warm flesh. His body towered over that smaller creature, the Great Dane lived up to his name as his shadow cast down upon Jason, surrounding him as he owned him inside and out. The dog reached down and wrapped his fingers above where his knot would form, and he pushed in until those finger's kissed the boy's hole.

Jason's toes curled inside of his paw boots, and he groaned out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The dog chuckled and he pulled his dick out and then slowly fed it back into that spot where he held his shaft above his knot. He did this again and again until he was slowly breeding the puppy below him that was trying to grab onto the couch with mitts that would not allow him to grip it. He settled into his rhythm, and then he grabbed ahold of the boy's cock.

"So I'm going to give you a special gift today, pup." The dog said as he slowly stroked the boy's cock. "I'm going to let you cum like a real man. I'm going to let you cum by having your cock stroked. Because after today, that will most likely never happen again."

The boy groaned as he heard that, and he managed to get out a, "Wh...what?" Before tiredness overtook him again.

"Oh yes puppy... Inside that box I gave you there's a chastity cage, I'd planned to slip it on you tonight, but I think I'll do it in the morning. After this puppy, you'll never cum like a man again. You're only going to cum while my knot is popping in and out of your ass. I'd do that tonight just to give you a taste, but I don't want to break you before I get to really play with you." The dog huffed.

"Y...You can't!" The boy whined.

"I own you," the dog said seriously, "there's nothing I can't do. I can do anything that comes to my mind, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." The dog growled, and his dick pulsed inside of the human-puppy's ass. "So let go puppy, let go and cum all over you belly. Give into your fate, and seal it tonight as you become my horny rubber puppy who only cums from his owner's dick."

Jason couldn't believe what he was hearing... he knew he was going to be this man's slave, but he didn't know he wasn't going to be able to jack-off either! He wanted to think of some way out of this, but the pleasure coming from his dick combining with what it felt like to be bred for the first time were overloading him. The way that man's dick pounded into his prostate again and again just made him whine and moan under that man. He tried to fight back the urge to cum, but the night had been just too much for him. He felt his heavy balls start to pull up, and he tried to grasp for something... anything! But his mitts kept him from doing so. He leaned his head back, and a whine of pleasure escaped his lips as he started to cum! A long thick jet of cum shot up from the tip of his shaft, and spurted across the rubber with warm wet pats.

The dog grinned, and he kept stroking. He went faster, making the pup below him whimper and yell as his body was overloaded with pleasure. He thrashed below him, his mind trying to make him get away from the pleasure even though he knew he couldn't. It made the boy's hole squeeze around the dog's dick so wonderfully. He could feel it pulsing as it tried to force him out. The dog growled, and he kept stroking with one hand as the second left his dick and grabbed the back of the coach. His knot had swollen to its maximum by this point. He was close. It was way to big to slip inside of a new pup, but it felt so good slamming against his hole again and again. The top of his knot pressing against that tight entrance, knowing that one day soon it'll be wrapped tightly around it and then after that he'll be able to pop his knot in and out of that boy like the fleshlight he would become.

The dog could feel his massive nuts starting to pull up close as they swung between his muscular thighs. His knot pulsed, and then with a heavy howl he came. He started to pump shot after shot of thick canine cum into that human-puppy's ass as he filled it to the brim with that sticky substance. He huffed and he leaned over the boy, letting his knot rest tightly against that boy's entrance as his thick shaft oozed the last of it's cum out inside of him. He leaned down and kissed the boy's rubber muzzle.

Jason blushed as he actually felt the sensation on his lips, and he reached up to wrap his arms around the Great Dane. Even if the circumstances had been less than ideal... the whole thing had been amazing. They stayed like that for a few long moments, before the Great Dane recomposed himself. He straightened his back, grabbed the tail plug, and pulled out of the boy. That cum filled hole was quickly plugged with the silicone toy, keeping all of that Great Dane seed inside of him. The dog grabbed the smaller box from inside of the present he'd given to Jason an hour ago. He scooped the tired worn out rubber puppy into his arms, and carried him through his home.

He walked down a hallway to a door at the end. He pushed it open, and brought Jason into the dark room. The only light came from the hallway, and it cast down onto a single item: a large metal dog cage. It had chains that rested inside it and a doggy bowl. The dog set Jason on the cage and opened the little box in his hand. Inside was a simple metal chastity cage, a lock, and a key on a long necklace. The dog got out the cage, and he broke it into its parts. He took the hard metal ring and forced the boy's nuts and shaft through it, before he took the metal shaft and slipped it over the boy's still dripping cock. The two pieces connected together with a metal stem, and the dog sipped the little lock through a hole in that stem and with a click he locked his new rubber puppy's dick away.

The dog leaned forward and kissed the tired boy again, while giving the metal shaft of his cage a squeeze. He picked the boy up, and set him inside of the cage. He used the chains to lock his arms and legs in place so he was forced to kneel, and a leather strap went around his waist and made sure he couldn't lay down. Next, the dog disappeared into the darkness, and the boy turned his head to see a Hitachi Magic Wand slipping through the bars of the cage and between his legs. The round rubber tip rested on the shaft of his cage. The dog came back around, and he slipped the dog bowl under the boy's dick, and he turned it on.

"Mmm good night puppy, I wonder if you'll be able to fill that bowl up with cum by the morning..." The dog grinned and slipped the new key around his neck, and then walked out the door - closing it behind him and casting Jason into darkness.

The boy groaned as he felt that toy vibrating against his metal shaft, which was starting to make him hard all over again. He panted and he shuddered in his bonds, wondering how many times he was going to forced to cum before the night was over. Some people might have called this hell, but at least he was warm and safe, and that was like heaven to him. He couldn't wait to see what his new life had in store, because no matter what, it would be better than his last.

End

Started Oct 18th 2016

Finished Aug 16th 2017