Bound to Happen
#1 of Bound to Happen
He yawned. Hunter had just started college and was already bored out of his mind. He had hoped to learn something interesting, or at least something that was useful, but so far every lecture, every lab had been nothing more than stuff he had already learned in high school repeated in a monotonous voice by some old guy that obviously wanted to be somewhere else.
He could feel his phone vibrating and thanked whichever god responsible for the distraction. His hand quickly vanished into the pocket of his blue shorts, revealing the item that would, at least temporarily, fight his boredom. Unlocking it he saw a new text message from an unknown number.
-> Hey pup, saw your ad on the forum and wondered if you'd be interested in meeting later?
It took hunter a moment to realize what ad the guy meant. Truth be told he had authored it last night while drunk and more importantly horny, and right now he couldn't really recall everything he had written, all he could recall was the title he had given it, 'Young, fit corgi/lab mix looking for a real dom'. His phone buzzed again.
-> If not that is fine too, but an answer would be nice
<- Hey there, sorry. In class right now, but yeah totally up for it
-> No worries pup, I'll just prep for your visit then, when are you done by the way?
<- Around 4 pm.
What followed that message was a picture. Hunter debated for a second whether or not he should open it, but his curiosity won. He nearly dropped his phone once it was done loading. The phone's screen depicted pure perfection. A big, juicy looking canine cock, emerging from a dark brown, almost black sheath with a set of heavy low hanging balls. The knot had fully formed, easily doubling the width of the shaft near the base and the tip was glistening with pre-cum.
Hunter's own cock began to fill his sheath and the thought of ending today's classes early came to his mind. Another picture arrived, it showed the same cock, next to it though was a beer can to give a hint as to its size. Hunter swallowed, whoever the owner of this magnificent piece of meat was he must have been blessed with at least 9 inches, maybe even 10.
Hunter looked around. There were people sitting in the same row as him, but there were a few seats between them on one side and the dude sitting on the other had given up and went back to sleep. After a quick check behind him Hunter slowly reached for his shorts, pulled them away from his body, revealing his own white sheath with a hint of red poking out of it. He snapped a picture and sent it. A few seconds later he got a reply
-> Not bad pup, but not what I'm interested in, how about you take a quick trip to the bathroom and show me where you want me to put my cock later today?
<- Class is over in 20 minutes, I'll do it then
-> NOW pup!
Hunter's ears folded back and his heart began beating faster, flooding his whole system with adrenaline. As quietly as possible he packed his bag and made for the nearest exit, apologizing to everyone he passed. Heading for the nearest bathroom his heartbeat quickened even more. Inside he entered the first empty stall, made sure to lock the door and pulled shown his shorts. He propped his phone awkwardly on the toilet and took the first picture.
Checking it he quite liked the look. Him in only his favorite pair of light blue briefs, hugging is perfectly shaped ass while the way he bent forward offered a tiny hint of his bulge to the viewer. Satisfied with the first one Hunter put his phone back down, set the timer and then quickly pulled down his briefs, grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled them apart. After another quick check both pictures were sent on their way.
After getting dressed Hunter decided that the first picture he took was too perfect to be only set to one person, so it quickly became his profile picture on the many dating apps installed on his phone.
-> Good pup, seems you can follow orders after all.
<- Heh, yeah
-> Now tell me, what exactly did you mean by 'real dom'?
Hunter swallowed, he had meant nothing by it, it just sounded good to him while he was masturbating to the thought of what the ad could lead to, but that was nothing he could admit to, so he did what every horny teenager does.
<- You know, an experienced, dominating guy, maybe a bit rough, that knows how to take what he wants
-> HA! That I can supply. So want me to pick you up at 4?
<- Actually could we meet somewhere first?
-> Smart pup, yeah, I know a bar, I'll text you the address
The remainder of the day went by quickly for Hunter, not that he was paying much attention to his classes or anything really. Every few minutes he'd pull out his phone to look at the pictures he'd received, or to chat a bit with his future master, as the unknown dog had demanded to be called. The text both of them exchanged were lewd to put it mildly. Hunter in particular went out of his way to paint himself in a good light, even if then meant embellishing his experiences in some areas of the BDSM spectrum, while making others up entirely.
As the clock slowly approached 4 pm Hunter had more and more difficulties concentrating. His cock had began to randomly harden since noon and there was simply no way he could relieve that problem between classes. When his final class finally ended he practically sprinted out of the room, made a short stop at his dorm room to take a quick shower and throw on some possibly too tight shorts and a very form fitting shirt before catching a bus to the bar.
Standing in front of the bar in the middle of nowhere hunter was torn, on one hand the rational part of his mind had begun to go through a pretty comprehensive list of reasons why this was a bad idea, countering that was his lust, the entry to the pub almost forcibly pulling his groin towards it. With shivering hands he reached for the door and stepped inside.
Taking in his first breath Hunter shuddered. This place smelled wonderfully, his sensitive nose could pick up on different kinds of alcohols, hidden behind that strong smell came hints of lingering smoke and a very subtle mix of musks, previous patrons must had left on the furniture. Finally underneath all that was the smell of leather, not surprising, given that every piece of furniture with the exception of the counter was covered in or at the very least had accents of it.
The place was mostly empty. Two bears were caught up in a game of billiards in the back and the only other people were the bartender and what Hunter assumes was his date. Stepping closer to the bar his heart began to flutter, while he could only see his date from behind that was more than enough for his lust to win the argument with his brain. On the bar stool sat a doberman. His fur was almost black with the exception of his paws and muzzle, who were of a dark chocolate color. He was wearing a leather vest and long leather pants and just idly chatting with the bartender.
Stepping even closer Hunter's eyes fell on the bartender, a draft horse with wonderfully silky looking chestnut colored fur. A leather harness was the only thing adorning his chest with the exception of a silver stud pierced through his right nipple. Hunter's mind quickly began conjuring up pictures of him caught between the two of them only to get pulled back to reality when the doberman turned around.
As it turned out the dog was wearing nothing under his vest, offering the by now almost drooling corgi/lab mix a glance at his perfectly sculptured chest.
"Hey there, you must be Hunter, right?"
"Uh," Hunter fought to tear his eyes away from the doberman's chest and meet his gaze, "yeah, s-sorry about that."
"Ha! Nothing to apologize for pup, come have a seat, did you find the place alright?"
"Yeah" Hunter sat down next to the dog.
"I'm Jeff by the way, hope I'm what you were expecting.
Hunter nodded.
"What's the matter pup? Nervous?"
"K-kinda, but also excited."
"Ah, there is a remedy for that. Bill, how about one of your specials for my pup?"
The horse grunted, turned around and began pouring different liquids from bottles Hunter couldn't identify into a shaker. Once a glass appeared before him he gave it a cautious sip before downing half of it in one gulp.
"Thanks."
"Just relax pup," Jeff's hand made contact with Hunters thigh, slipping under his shorts as it moved in closer to his groin.
Slowly Hunter did relax, though he wasn't sure entirely whether it was due to the alcohol slowly beginning to spread through his system or the warm hand on his leg, driving away any worries that might have stuck around and replacing them with lust.
Jeff leaned in closer, giving Hunter's muzzle a quick lick before whispering in his ear, "How about we leave and get to the fun part?"
The younger dog, nodded, quickly emptied his drink and got up.
"Ah, one more thing before we leave pup, gotta take a leak." Jeff took a few steps towards the restroom before turning around, "Come along pup."
Hunter wondered if the doberman intended for the fun to start with a quick blowjob in a bathroom stall, not that he had anything against it, as long as it wouldn't stop there at least. All previous doubts completely forgotten Hunter followed Jeff past the pool table into the bathroom, his tail wagging madly.
Hunter was kinda disappointed when the older dog stepped up to a urinal, apparently there would be no blowjob, instead the doberman snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor next to him.
"Kneel pup."
"What?"
"Did I stutter?"
"No, but-"
"That's 'No Sir'!"
Hunter swallowed audibly, his ears folded back against his skull and he did as he had been ordered. His eyes darting between the bulge right in front of him and the door. He wasn't sure what exactly he was supposed to do now, and while he did occasionally sneaked a peek of other guys while they were pissing, this was more than he had bargained for. A hand came to rest on his head and he looked up to his master.
"Calm down pup, you're just there to hold it, for now, but if you're unsure you can always just get up and leave, the door is right there."
Hunter's mind was racing. Should he leave? While the dog certainly was intimidating, his behavior was everything but. He shook his head.
"No, sir, I trust you."
"Good pup, now get it out, I really need to pee."
He took a deep breath, which, given his location was probably a bad idea. The smell of piss assaulted his nose, luckily there was also the smell of the leather covered sheath right in front of him, which made it somewhat bearable. As he unbuttoned and unzipped the doberman's pants his musk quickly became the only thing Hunter could smell, making his own sheath swell in the tight confines of his briefs.
He reached for the the skin, carefully peeling it back and revealing the red tip of the cock he had been daydreaming for the last several hours. Placing his pads on it he angled it down slightly and waited. With a groan a golden torrent erupted from the tip, spewing towards the urinal. The acidic smell of pee mixing with the dog's musk in Hunter's nose, invading his sinuses; he could almost taste it.
As the doberman was relieving himself his hand kept scratching Hunter's head, while slowly bringing him in closer to the golden stream. Fascinated by the whole experience Hunter didn't notice immediately that he was being moved in closer, until he was merely two inches away from the tip of his master's cock. Small droplets of pee were hitting him, not enough to wet his fur, or stain the white tip of his muzzle, but enough to leave behind the aroma of the doberman's piss on and more importantly in his nose.
Slowly the pressure began to ebb and the stream stopped. Hunter was about to shake the tip when a hand reached for the tip, grabbed it out of Hunter's hand and pointed it towards the kneeling dog's muzzle.
"Be a good pup and clean that."
Without even a hint of hesitation he leaned forward and ran his broad tongue over the cock, getting his first taste of piss. To his surprise it tasted almost like nothing, just a tiny hint of salt.
"Good pup," Hunter felt himself being pulled up, "turn around."
Hands were quickly pulling his arms behind his back. He heard a something metallic rattle and then felt handcuffs closing around his wrists. He shuddered and turned his head, looking at the toothy grin of the doberman, as he steered Hunter's body towards the door. Hunter's ears folded back again, almost trying to bury themselves into his skull as the door opened and he set foot into the bar. His cheeks were burning as he watched one of the bears at the pool table elbowing his friend while pointing towards him. Just before exiting the bar the doberman stopped, turning around and addressed the people in the bar.
"It was fun guys, but I got myself a new pup to break in. Bill, the next round is on me!"
Accompanied by cheers both left the bar.
Hunter quickly found himself being led to the parking lot next to the bar. Even though it wasn't that far his heart was still thumping inside his chest. While it certainly was unlikely to encounter anybody he knew all the was out here, it certainly wasn't impossible, given how happy students are to try out different bars.
Once they had reached a red jeep the doberman stopped pushing Hunter forward, instead he yanked the cuffs upward, forcibly bending Hunter over the hood of the car. His hand vanished into Hunter's pocket, pulling out his phone, keys and wallet, Hunter grunted, turning his head back to complain but didn't get much further than opening his mouth before he saw the glint of a blade in the doberman's paws.
"Hold still now pup, I wouldn't want to cut the wrong thing."
Hunter could feel the cool steel slide into the left leg of his shorts, the dull side of the blade pressed against his skin with just enough pressure so the tip was threatening to cut him if he moved. The doberman yanked his paw back, causing Hunter to gasp in surprise, half expecting to get cut. What followed was the sound of fabric tearing. Slowly his master slid the knife into the right leg, repeating the process, while making sure to cut the waistband as well, sending Hunter's shorts in tatters to the ground
"Good pup." the doberman grabbed Hunter's ass through his baby blue briefs, kneading it roughly.
Hunter was panting, adrenaline coursing through his system and every sense was heightened. He could smell the other dog's excitement, his fear and to his shame his own arousal as well. When the blade again made contact with his skin, slowly traveling along his spine upward to his neck it took all of his willpower not to try and get away.
This time the older dog took his time, slicing his shirt slowly, while enjoying the view of panic in Hunter's eyes and the way his ears twitched with the sound of his shirt joining what remained of his shorts. Slowly the excitement faded and Hunter became aware of the cool air on his skin, his fur only doing so much to keep the cold autumn temperatures at bay.
Finally letting go of Hunter's cuffed arms the doberman opened the passenger side door and gestured for hunter to get in, only to stop him when he tried to sit down.
"Puppies kneel on the floor." Hunter nodded, flinched when the door was slammed shut.
They had spent about 10 minutes in silence before Hunter's ears perked up at the sound of a zipper being pulled down.
"Get your muzzle in there pup, you've been good so far, you deserve a treat."
The corgi mix was more than happy to comply, his tail wagging as he awkwardly leaned over to his master's lap, burying his snout in the dog's pants, coming to rest just at the tip of his sheath. Immediately the dog's musk was becoming Hunter's whole world. The smell of fresh pee still lingered, mixed with sweat and the natural smell of the doberman sent him into an aromatic nirvana. His cock growing in what little space the tight briefs offered, while his nose began to rapidly inhale.
A moan escaped Hunter's throat, earning him a chuckle from above along with a few scratches behind his head. He wasn't sure how long he stayed there, or if anybody saw him through the windows, and he didn't care. A hand grabbed his head, pulling him away from that delicious aroma and Hunter began to fight back, he wanted to stay right there, but ultimately he wasn't strong enough to make that happen.
"Don't worry pup, you two will get acquainted soon enough."
Inside the house he was again lead by his cuffs, towards some stairs leading into the basement. With each step the smell of leather, latex and lube grew stronger until finally his master opened the door, revealing to the young dog the room he would, he assumed, spend quite a while in. The room itself was nothing special, just a basement lit by a single light bulb, that just barely made it possible to make out shapes.
His cuffs became unlocked and the doberman motioned to a table sitting next to the door, where a plug, modeled after a canine cock, and a small, almost empty bottle of lube were sitting.
"Get that in, then pull your briefs back up, I'll be back in a minute."
The door was quickly closed, and, to Hunter's surprise, locked. After quickly complying with the order he was given, which was nothing Hunter's experienced hole had trouble with, he took a look around. There wasn't much.
Other than the table and an old wardrobe in the other corner the room was more or less barren. The only thing that caught Hunter's eyes other than the wooden beams supporting the ceiling were small hooks in the walls and floor, promising him finally a proper bondage experience.
The key sliding into the door was what caught his attention. The doberman stood in the frame, carrying a glass of water and a small tube. He stepped into the room, handed Hunter the glass and proceeded to the wardrobe, filling his arms with several ropes, something made of black rubber and what Hunter assumed was a hood.
"Drink up pup."
Hunter took a gulp before grimacing, "What is in there?"
"Just some bitter orange, to help you stay alert. Now hurry up and finish that so we can get started."
Hunter did as he was told, swallowing the slightly bitter water as quickly as he could hoping to taste as little of it as possible.
"Good pup, now stand straight for me and spread out your arms."
Assuming the position Hunter felt somewhat vulnerable, being almost naked in a stranger's basement, getting ready to let himself be tied up. His sheath throbbed, the contraction pushing the plug he was wearing against his prostate and a small dark spot appeared at the front of his briefs.
The doberman chuckled when he noticed, but didn't stop what he was doing. Folding the rope in half, he slung the center around Hunter's neck, letting the rope fall over his chest. Moving along the rope he made a few knots along the way, one above his chest, one below, the same again near his belly button, just above Hunter's bulge, framing it with the rope, and finally one single knot that would come to press on his perineum.
He then proceeded to pull the rope through Hunter's thighs, up his back before threading it through the loop at the back of his head. Pulling it tight the doberman forced a moan out of the smaller dog. On his way back down he looped the through the loops created by the knots on Hunter's chest, making sure to tighten it before tying it off.
Hunter meanwhile was panting, his shortness of breath caused by equal parts excitement and the restricting rope that was compressing his chest like a snake. Satisfied with his work the doberman pulled Hunter into a tight hug, his hand groping at his sheath, that, between the tight briefs and the even tighter rope, simply had no room to grow. The tip of Hunter's cock was very clearly trying very hard to pierce the fabric but had no luck.
"Aww, look at it, trying so hard."
Hunter blushed. His master grabbed his arms and twisted them onto hunters back, using the rope harness and another, shorter length of robe to immobilize first his hands and then his arms. While Hunter was still testing his bonds a slight push on his shoulder serves as unmistakable sign what his next order was. He sank to his knees and gasped in surprise as his master pushed him forward, using the rope as handle to slowly lay him on his chest.
With the final length of rope the older dog finally tied up his legs, first pushing his calves against his thighs before securing them in place. Hunter tried to struggle, but quickly found that he couldn't move in any meaningful shape or form.
With a grunt of satisfaction the doberman stood up, threw part of the rope coming from Hunter's back over the wooden beam and hoisted the immobilized dog up. Having his weight rest in this unfamiliar way made the corgi mix grunt, mostly in excitement. When his master appeared before him again the same toothy grin he had seen not long ago was again visible on his face. In his hand was a muzzle, what frightened hunter about it though wasn't so much the possibility of losing his voice, that part he found arousing, but the 6 inch long rubber gag that was attached to the inside.
Noticing the look of uncertainty in Hunter's eyes the doberman spoke up, "Don't worry pup, if it's too much just grunt three times and I'll take it out."
Hunter nodded and obediently opened his mouth. Not giving him a moment to reconsider the gag was shoved into his mouth, an inch of it vanishing into his throat causing him to gag. The muzzle was quickly secured with a strap behind his head, after which his head got scratched again.
"You've been a good pup so far, so I have a little treat for you."
The doberman roughly grabbed the muzzle, unscrewed a small cap and reached for the tube he had brought with him. Out of the tube he pulled something that resembles an icicle, which quickly entered the hollow gag. As final part of the setup his master wrapped a heavy rubber blindfold around his head with a smile.
Much to Hunter's surprise, the taste in his mouth began to change. What was originally just rubber suddenly became slightly salty, as the familiar taste of cum flooded his taste buds. His cock began to throb madly, screaming to be freed and touched, and as much as Hunter wanted to comply, he simply couldn't. He tried to thrust his hips forward, but found that impossible to achieve.
Panic began to set in, having his body constrained in such a way was, while arousing, a bit more than he had bargained for. Quickly he grunted three times, hoping the doberman could be persuaded to try a somewhat less restricting setup.
"What was that pup?"
Hunter grunted again.
"Oh you want out?"
He nodded.
"This is why I just love playing with you dumb, horny college boys. You don't realize what happens until it's too late, though I gotta admit you're the first one that let me get this far without struggling. With a slutty thing like you I could have probably gone without the muscle relaxant, but whatever. Enjoy your night pup."
Hunter heard the wardrobe open and close, then steps approaching followed by the noise of static as something was placed on his ears.
Being left there alone without sight or sound or any possibility to move, to relieve his aching joints of at least some of the pressure brought him quickly to the point where, even though he knew it was impossible, he tried to fight the ropes. He struggled, moving whatever body part he could, trying to loosen his bonds.
He didn't know how long he had tried, but finally resignation was beginning to set in, the muscle relaxants the doberman had talked about were doing their part of turning Hunter into a good submissive piece of meat hanging from the ceiling. Without any sight or sound to focus on Hunter's mind had become very active, showing him various short scenes before his eyes that vanished as soon as he focused on them.
Slowly he was beginning to relax in his bonds. The white noise in his ears that was driving him insane in the beginning had become almost calming, like his mind had begun to make sense of the randomness. Hunter could have sworn he could make out words, though that could have been the doberman checking in on him, maybe mocking him for his naivete, he wasn't sure, and slowly as he finally began to drift off to sleep he didn't care.
Hanging from the ceiling, without any sort of sensory input Hunter wasn't sure how long he had been hanging in the doberman's basement. Between the colored shapes dancing before his eyes, the imaginary voices between the noise of static and the occasional feeling like he was moving he couldn't differentiate any longer what was real and what wasn't.
Suddenly the noise was gone, Hunter's ears began to twitch, looking for any sort of sound like a man dying of thirst was looking for water. They finally settled on a deep, calm breathing before him. He wasn't sure whether this was real, more than once had his brain thought up scenes of him getting released, or him freeing himself, only for Hunter to realize he was still trapped. He decided to let it play out, since there was nothing he could do anyway, even if he were free, he doubted he had the energy to struggle.
Next he heard footsteps, followed by what he assumed to be rope sliding over wood. He could feel the cold concrete floor press against his belly as the strain on his joints began to lessen. One tug on the rope running over his back and he was kneeling, his legs throbbing and hurting with the sudden pressure on his knees. Additional tugs followed and suddenly his arms fell to his sides, pins and needles the only feeling in them.
Hunter could feel a slight pressure near his wrists, as his arms were moved, one after the other, first straight out to the front, then close to his chest, until finally they settled, embracing his chest. Again more tugs, near his chest, his back and legs and finally his head. As the blindfold fell to the ground the single light bulb that had barely been able to light the room the evening before felt like a miniature sun to him.
The paw that was holding him upright vanished and Hunter fell to his side. Above him stood the doberman, looking down at Hunter's dazed expression with the same smile that had been the last thing he had seen before going blind. The corgi mix looking up at his captor felt strange, he knew that the doberman was the reason for the state his body was in, but at the same time, somewhere at the back of his mind he felt incredibly grateful to the kind stranger, that had just released him.
"Good morning pup." The words echoed in the basement, "sleep well?"
Hunter groaned in response, unable to do anything else.
"If you're going to behave yourself I'll remove that gag and give you something to eat and drink. Just remember, puppies don't talk!"
Hunter nodded as hard as he could.
The doberman chuckled, undoing the buckle at the back of Hunter's head and pulling out the piece of rubber that had been lodged in Hunter's throat for god knows how long. He turned around, leaving the room and Hunter behind.
A slight draft of cold fresh air came flowing down into the basement, washing away the smell of sweat and arousal Hunter had produced throughout the night and slowly helped to drive away the fog in Hunter's mind. Slowly his arms and legs were regaining their proper feeling, though while he managed to move his legs a bit his arms still wouldn't do more that move an inch. The reason for that would have become apparent for anybody seeing the dog, Hunter however couldn't yet make the connection between the white fabric, buckled around his chest and the inability to move his arms.
With a loud CLANG a dog bowl landed next to his head, some of the slop spilling to the floor. Looking up Hunter saw his master leaning against the door frame, wordlessly watching him. His stomach growled when the smell of food reached his nose, as he struggled to get into a position he could eat in. It took him several tries to get on his knees, hindered not only by the straitjacket, that made it impossible to move his arms to balance himself, but also the still lingering feeling of doubt, that this could in fact be another hallucination.
Carefully he lowered himself down, not wanting to fall head first into his food, his tongue darting out, scooping up some of the unidentifiable slop and swallowing it. The taste wasn't as bad as he had feared, going by the visual, and quickly enough he emptied the bowl and even the spillover on the floor.
"Good pup, let's get you out of here, I bet somebody needs to pee."
Having heard the words Hunter's bladder agreed, he did need to pee, badly in fact.
The doberman grabbed the tough fabric, pulled Hunter up and lead him upstairs, through the living room and into the backyard, where he let go and again, like in the basement looked at Hunter expectantly. The corgi mix looked at his briefs and then back at his master. Was he supposed to pee in front of him? And how should he pull down his briefs without his arms. He opened his muzzle to speak but was quickly silenced by an angry look.
"Does my poor little pup have a shy bladder? Well let's see if you've learned anything over night."
The doberman placed two fingers at his lips and let loose a loud, high pitched whistle. Hunter's ears folded back at the loud noise, his body shuddered. His eyes shot open and looked down in disbelieve where his light blue briefs slowly turned darker as they got soaked by his pee. He tried to stop himself, but it was like a dam had burst, as the golden liquid seeped through the only remaining part of is clothes and ran in torrents down his legs, tinting his white footpaws before pooling on the ground beneath him.
Hunter's ears had practically fused to his skull, the look of horror in his eyes, mixed with the crimson shining through his fur. The look on his face was priceless to the doberman, who quickly pulled out Hunter's phone out of his pockets to snap a picture of the dog's ultimate defeat.
"What?! HOW!?"
"Heh, let this be a lesson about using the same username and email on every website you use pup. Don't you know that there are bad people out there who can use any piece of information you leave against you? ... Like me?"
Ice cold water was what tore Hunter from his state of shock. The doberman was spraying him down with the garden hose, making sure to pay special attention to his balls and, when Hunter turned around to protect them, his ass. By the time he was grabbed and pulled along he was completely soaked and shivering. Inside the house he was steered toward a cage standing next to a radiator. With a quick kick to the back of his knee he was brought down to his knees and then shoved into the cage.
He spent the next several hours locked inside, his master was watching tv, but neither could Hunter see the screen nor did the sound keep him distracted long. He tried his best to find a somewhat comfortable position and let himself drift off to sleep.
He woke up when his head hit one of the bars of the cage. He felt himself sliding over the floor and finally realized that the doberman was dragging him by one of his legs over to the couch. Without much ceremony his chest was thrown onto the table,his briefs, practically ripped off the dog's hips, landed on the floor beneath him, sharing the fate his other clothes had endured the day before. His master roughly grabbed and pulled the plug, causing hunter to yowl.
The doberman's tongue replaced the suddenly missing plug, lapping at Hunter's sore hole with no regard for the younger dog's pleasure. The wet appendage continue to circle the actual hole for a while, only to dive in when the corgi mix was expecting it the least, stretching the hole wider than the plug had for just a second before retreating. Each time that happened Hunter simply grunted, while he certainly was used to things entering his hole, that usually involved some kind of preparation, but the way his master was using it almost seemed designed to quickly stretch him for a second or two, making sure he could feel the slight burn, only to stop again.
Agonizingly slow, and in short bursts was Hunter's hole stretched, to what he assumed was the doberman's satisfaction. Then the tongue vanished and was replaced with the older dog's thumb, slowly spreading lube around his ring as well as into his ass. At first the cold liquid made Hunter shudder slightly, but then his ass began to warm up, uncomfortably so. His ring began to throb, trying to get rid of the heating gel, but only spreading it further.
He felt his master come in close behind him, his strong, deep brown legs pushing his own further apart. Then the tip of the older dog's cock made contact with Hunter's puckered hole, slightly spreading it. Finally the thing Hunter had been looking forward was happening. In his mind he was imagining how it must look back there, he called up the picture he had been sent and imagined that delicious piece of meat slowly sliding into him. Again the reality was a lot different, as apparently the doberman was not interested in a slow sensual fuck, as he hilted himself in Hunter with one thrust, adding more of the uncomfortable stretching sensation.
Hunter moaned. As painful as it was the cock had hit his prostate straight on. Stars exploded in front of his vision, as pure pleasure pushed aside the discomfort. The doberman meanwhile had began to pull out again, letting his shaft slip from Hunter's hole, which was trying hard to not let go of the magnificent cock. He waited for a a few seconds and buried it again completely in the mewling smaller dog. This quickly turned into a rhythm. One thrust, followed by a groan, leading to a lewd pop when the shaft was pulled out again.
Slowly the groans turned into moans of enjoyment. Forgotten was the discomfort as Hunter was getting lost in a sea of pleasure. His own cock meanwhile, finally free of his fabric prison had fully emerges from his sheath. His knot hat completely formed and his cock was throbbing madly, trying to find something to rub against.
His master payed no attention to that and was instead focusing entirely on his own shaft. Watching it sink into the dog beneath him, causing him to moan with each thrust and to whine every time he pulled back, where he would wait for a second, for the dog's hips to push back before he'd hilt himself again.
Slowly his own knot was beginning to swell, robbing the doberman of the ability to easily spear his bitch's hole. Hunter noticed the sudden change in the doberman's thrusting, not only because he no longer was scratching that itch deep inside him, but also because the slowly growing knot was causing the stretching sensation to return.
Hunter noticed the doberman's breathing changing into short shallow pants. One of his hands, that was previously busy manipulating the corgi mixes hips vanished, only to appear around Hunter's snout a few seconds later, pushing it shut with impressive force. His master's cock was pulled out again, though this time the tip remained and as Hunter's hips pushed back, the doberman thrust forwards with all his might, his shaft sinking up to his knot into Hunter, stopping for merely a second before forcing the muscle ring to stretch even further to allow the knot as well.
Hunter tried to scream, but the paw clamping his muzzle shut reduced that to a mere whimper. His ass was on fire, the knot that had just forced his way into him was putting pressure on his prostate, which in turn made his whole groin explode in pleasure. His puckered hole was squeezing down on the doberman's cock hard, milking it for all it was worth.He could feel every throb, as his master's balls emptied themselves into him. The doberman had all but collapsed onto his back. Each labored breath came against Hunter's ear, as the corgi mix desperately pushed his hips back, using the doberman's cock to massage his prostate in an attempt to make himself cum as well.
The bigger dog seemed to notice and gave Hunter's ass a hard tug with his cock.
"If you don't stop, I'll pull out immediately and you go back into the cage."
The threat was more than effective as Hunter promptly stopped moving. Shortly after, as the doberman's afterglow was slowly fading, he straightened himself, pulling Hunter close to him and stood up, carrying the smaller dog as if he were but a stuffed animal. He sat down on the big couch, and let himself fall to the side, making sure to bring Hunter's body along.
His master turned the TV back on, let his arm rest on Hunter's tightly bound chest and drifted off to sleep. Hunter himself would have loved to do the same, but the cock still securely tied to him as well as his own needily dripping shaft made that impossible.
It was around noon when Hunter felt the dog behind him beginning to stir, rolling the helpless smaller dog away from him onto his stomach before sitting up himself and getting up, vanishing into the kitchen. When he returned he had a bottle of beer at his lips, quickly emptying it as he approached the couch, where hunter turned to look at at his master.
"Tsk, you were such a good pup until now I almost thought you'd deserve a reward, but what is this?" The doberman pointed at his couch, a wet spot had formed where Hunter's cock had touched the fabric just moments ago. Hunter whimpered, pulling his tail in between his legs.
"Up! Go wait by your crate."
The smaller dog quickly got up and made his way over to the crate, his master's cum dripping out of his ass. Seeing his master leave the room, going down the stairs to the basement; Hunter knew this couldn't bode well for him. His fears were confirmed when he saw the familiar things the doberman was carrying, blindfold, gag and headphones.
"Please Sir, please don't! I'll behave."
"That's three hours now for talking."
"But..."
"Four, keep going."
Hunter's head sagged, his ears folded back in defeat and he did the only thing he could do in this moment, open his mouth. The gag was was quickly secured in his mouth, though Hunter quickly noticed that it wasn't the same one as before, a rubber tube was running from the gag to a small rubber pump. As his master began squeezing the small black balloon in his hand the penis shaped gag in Hunter's mouth began to swell, quickly filling his mouth and slowly expanding into his throat.
After the doberman was satisfied with gagging sounds Hunter's throat was producing he added the Blindfold and finally the headphones, before pushing the corgi mix first to his knees and then into the cage, locking it quickly after.
Being left alone in the dark again, this soon after the first time it happened brought Hunter quickly back to the mind space he had spent the night in. The colors and shapes began dancing in front of his eyes almost immediately, and knowing that there were in fact voices in the static sound was driving him insane. He could hear them when they were talking to him, but he couldn't make out what they were saying, and he was wondering if there were more nasty surprises hidden in them than the one he had experienced before.
By the time the headphones and blindfold were removed Hunter's mind had become calm, every thought was gone as he looked up to his master. The doberman beckoned him with a finger and looked pleased when Hunter all but jumped out of the crate. A smile spread on his muzzle as he have the smaller dog s shove, sending him falling backwards onto the crate.
Moving over to the side where Hunter's head had come to rest he adjusted his position, so that his slave's head was hanging off the edge of the cage. His pants became unbuttoned and quickly fell to the ground as he was massaging his sheath. A tiny red piece of flesh began to emerge from the almost black fur, quickly gaining size until it had reached its full, intimidating size.
"Open!"
Hunter's muzzle opened obediently without any hesitation and was quickly filled with the tip of his master's shaft. The doberman slowly began to sink his length into the waiting maw, reaching Hunter's throat before even half of it had made it past his lips. He didn't stop though, slowly but surely his cock would make his way into his bitch. Having had his throat stretched by the gag prior to this was the only reason the corgi mix didn't start to gag immediately.
One inch vanished without trouble, then another, but by the third one he began gagging. His muscles squeezing hard on the intruder, trying to remove it and restore proper air flow to Hunter's lunges. Above him the doberman was moaning, enjoying the feeling of his slave's throat massaging his shaft immensely.
Next came the drool, copious amounts flooded his mouth, as his master began to softly hump Hunter's face, using the drool as lube to bury his cock deeper into the tight, spasming throat. It took a while of this slow back and forth but finally the doberman's dark sac made contact with Hunter's nose. One of his hands reached for his slave's neck, resting on it as he slowly pulled out again, giving the panting dog a much needed chance to take a deep breath.
As he sank back in his fingers pushed into Hunter's neck, trying to feel for his own cock as it claimed his slave's other hole, watching as the younger dog tried hard to relax his throat, while also doing his best to conserve oxygen, but failing miserably at both. First the gagging started, quickly followed by his burning lungs, trying to inhale, which only served to bring the doberman even more pleasure, as he watched for a few more seconds before pulling out.
He watched the face below him pant for a while, enjoying the blank expression. As he again sunk into the warm, wet hole he moaned, his bitch had finally started to get that this wouldn't end unless he came. Hunter's tongue was doing its best, licking on the lengths when it entered his mouth, curling around it as it began to make him gag and finally massage the spot where the knot would form, once his master's balls were pressing against Hunter's nose.
This went on for a while, finally though, his master began to speed up, his heavy sac swinging back and forth with each thrust, slamming his balls against Hunter's sensitive nose. The dobermans panting was starting to get irregular, his knot was beginning to swell, making it harder to put all of his hip's power into his thrusts. His hands grabbed Hunter's jaw, pulling it open as far as possible as he hilted himself in his throat.
He howled as he came, flooding his bitch with his cum once again, making him gag. The doberman was intent on enjoying his afterglow to the fullest and as such refused to remove himself from Hunter's throat even when he began to try and breath. Soon the bound dog began thrashing around on the crate, trying to get away from there, to get that cock out of his mouth, to get air. The doberman's strength added to the straitjacket however made that impossible as Hunter's awareness faded to black.
When Hunter came back to it was night and to his surprise he was no longer being restrained by the straitjacket. The rope harness that he had been wearing underneath it however was still there. What was even strange to him was that he wasn't in the basement, but in the dobermans bedroom. His eyes darted around in the dark, trying to get a feel for the room and his situation.
The first thing he noticed was that there was something around his neck. Reaching for it he also learned that his hands were locked in heavy rubber mittens. His collar was attached to his master's bed through a metal chain, secured with padlocks. Beneath him was a blanket, not necessarily comfortable, but warm. Next to it Hunter could make out a dog bowl, which, upon closer inspection, was filled with water. He sank his muzzle into the cool liquid, slurping and lapping to quench the thirst that had build up during the time he was unconscious. His master began shifting on the bed.
"Careful pup, that isn't just water in there."
He stopped mid slurp. Unsure what to do. He had already emptied more than half of the bowl. Slowly his head began to feel dizzy, his eyes were getting heavy and Hunter drifted off to sleep again.
He was cold, his fur felt damp and yet, there was nothing he wanted to do more than to fall back asleep. The scream of a bird finally woke him completely. Opening his eyes he saw he was no longer in the doberman's house, or his backyard for that matter. Hunter looked around, quickly realizing he was in some sort of park. He way lying under a tree a walkway was winding itself past him and through a slightly hilly field of green.
When he tried to move he found that his master was gifted when it came to new and creative ways of restraining him. His hands were still locked in the same rubber mittens they were last night, additionally his arms had been folded in half and tightly bound, as had his legs. What shocked him the most though was that were it not for a big diaper he'd be completely naked. There was also something wrapped around his ankle, though Hunter couldn't see more than a black band. He struggled for a while before finally making it onto all fours. The ground, while covered in soft grass, felt uncomfortable to his elbows and knees.
"Good morning pup."
Leaning against the tree was the doberman, wearing the same outfit as when they had first met. The leather pants doing an incredible job at defining the doberman's bulge.
"I figured I can't keep you cooped up all day indoor, so we'll play a little game. There are two parking lots here," his master pointed in two, opposing directions, "I parked on one of them. If you can manage to find yourself to my car within let's say ten minutes, I'll give you a big treat, anything you want, I'd even undo that unfortunate problem you have where you can't help but piss yourself. If you can't, that's off the table though. Finally if you need more than 30 minutes, well let's hope you don't."
Hunter blinked, his face was red. Was his master serious? There could be people in the park. There was no way he'd go through with this.
"It's your choice of course, but I'll be leaving in 30 minutes, without without you." With that the dog pushed himself off the tree and walked away, not wasting another glance on the bound dog on the ground.
For a few seconds Hunter just watched in disbelieve, before his brain finally managed to impress on him that he should start walking, or he'd be stuck here in whatever park this was until somebody found him. He decided to follow the doberman, hoping to at least eliminate the guesswork of figuring out which parking lot was the correct one. While the idea was a good one he had severely underestimated how slow he'd be able to move.
The first step he took forward send him stumbling, his muzzle quickly making contact with the grass. He fought his way back up on all fours and slowly continued. Focusing on every move he actually managed to, slowly, make progress. The next problem however quickly revealed itself, as the doberman was moving away so fast Hunter had not only trouble following but also at keeping track of him. Having his face stuck this close to the ground and the added stress on his neck whenever he looked up quickly lead to him losing sight of his master.
Hunter followed the walkway the doberman had taken, cursing with every step whoever decided to use rocks. Pretty soon his knees felt like they were on fire, his elbows felt the same was just a few minutes later, and by the time he reached a fork in the way his whole body was aching like he had just finished a two hour workout session at the gym.
The walkway split in two separate ones, each one leading to one of the parking lots. His master was nowhere to be seen and Hunter, after feeling overwhelmed with the simple decision whether he should go left or right, sighed in defeat before turning left and slowly followed the path. The whole time his head kept looking around, hoping to find any hint of his master, or at least try to avoid other people.
When he finally had reached the wall out the park he sighed in relieve, his heart though kept beating quicker and quicker. Had he chosen the right way? If not could he still make it to the other lot in time?
As he turned around the corner his tail started wagging. At the end of the parking lot he could see the doberman leaning against his car, talking loudly on his phone. Hunter began to move as quickly as he could, stumbling several times before reaching the car. His master didn't acknowledge him at first, still talking to whoever was at the other end of the line in a pissed off voice.
"... you better make sure I get a bonus for this!", he ended the call and pocketed the phone, "Stupid asshole."
His master took a deep breath.
"Not bad pup, though it's been twenty minutes, so sadly the big treat is off the table."
Hunter whimpered.
"But since you've been a good little bitch..." The doberman smirked as he slowly put his fingers to his lips, "I'll let you decide. Piss yourself, or I'll make you."
Hunter shook his head, his master just shrugged and let loose another high-pitched whistle.
Hunter squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on not pissing himself again. Not here. Not now. He was trying his best to squeeze that muscle shut, but once again the mind was mightier than his body, as his bladder let loose its contents. Hunter's ears folded back in shame as he felt the hot liquid spill into the diaper, drenching his fur before getting absorbed.
Above him the doberman was laughing, a hand reaching for Hunter's head and pulling him into a kneeling position, the other one pressing the wet diaper against the smaller dog's sheath and slowly rubbing it around until he could feel the familiar twitch of a growing erection. He hooked one finger into the the soaked diaper and gave a sharp yank, slightly ripping the top of the diaper and revealing Hunter's piss soaked groin.
He straightened himself before reaching for his zipper, fishing out his own cock and pointing it forward. Hunter gasped as the hot stream of golden piss hit his chest. The smell assaulting his nose as the liquid splashed against his fur, turning his previously white belly yellow. The doberman's piss ran down his body, completely replacing Hunter's musk with his master's before pooling in the already used diaper, filling not only it, but also Hunter's sheath with the doberman's piss.
Hunter was as humiliated as he was aroused by this. Just the idea of this happening would have been enough to serve the corgi mix as a mental porn flick for weeks, but having it actually happen to him, burning itself into his mind, Hunter was almost sure he'd shoot his load right then and there.
Once the stream had died down his master pulled on two lengths of rope connected to Hunter's arms, sending the rope-work that had made it impossible to use them to the ground.
"Go ahead pup, you've earned it."
In a flash Hunter's paws vanished inside the diaper, resulting in a slash of urine. The simple feel of having his cock played with, even without the ability to grab it was heaven for the dog. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace Hunter was sliding the rubber mittens over his length. His breathing changed almost immediately as the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm surged through his cock, his pent up balls drawing in closer to the body. Hunter pushed hard against his forming knot, trying to maximize the pleasure of his hard earned orgasm.
He felt the first contraction rippling through his groin, then suddenly the pressure on his cock vanished, as the doberman pulled his arms above his head. Hunter's cock erupted in a big creamy load of cum, throbbing madly, trying to find anything to rub against to maximize the pleasure. Being denied any additional friction though Hunter could feel his orgasm dying before it even started. His cum now leaking out instead of spraying. No feeling of relief, only a slowly building pressure at the base of his cock and the feeling of frustration as he was being denied even the simplest of pleasures.
"That's it, get rid of all that useless cum."
With a questioning expression on his face Hunter looked up at the doberman.
"Only good puppies get to have a full orgasm. Have you been good?"
Hunter shook his head, surprising himself as well as the doberman with that response.
"Let's get home, apparently I have to work tomorrow, so I'll have to let you go sooner than I expected, don't worry though, we'll continue this in a week pup." The doberman leaned down, undoing Hunter's leg restraints as well as the mittens, "Now throw that diaper away, I don't want my car stinking like you."
Hunter got up and looked around for a trashcan. There was none on the parking lot but he could remember passing one right near the exit of the park. He held the diaper in place, not wanting to let it slip down while moving as he made his way back to the bin. Next to it he finally undid the tape holding his only piece of clothing in place. The final bit of pee that didn't get absorbed ran down his legs as Hunter let the used diaper fall into the trashcan. Turning slightly he froze. A few yards away from him stood some Tiger in running shorts and a simple white shirt, decorated by his college's crest, staring at him with wide eyes and his jaw dropped.
Hunter's cheeks turned crimson, as both of them continued to stare a each other. Hunter finally was the first to snap out of his state of shock. He covered his groin with his hand and ran back to the car, quickly entering the passenger side, curling into a small ball of fur on the floor of the car.
The drive back to the doberman's house didn't take long and once there Hunter was quickly ordered to the backyard, where he was once again hosed down before being allowed into the house. This time however he had been given a towel, cutting the time it took him to look somewhat presentable down to half an hour.
Standing next to his cage he was waiting for his master, who came up the stairs several minutes later, carrying various things. The first one was a silver chastity device, which was quickly locked around Hunter's sheath, the next one was a small black box that the doberman attached to the corgi mixes right ankle, the final item was a pair of blue briefs, that were, as Hunter noticed while pulling them up, at least one size to small, making sure the outline of the dome shaped chastity device was clearly visible.
Opening a drawer the doberman produced Hunter's wallet, keys and phone, which, when turned on, showed the picture of Hunter pissing himself in his master's backyard.
"Sir?"
"Hm?"
"What exactly is that?" He pointed to the box attached to his leg.
"Ankle monitor. I need to keep track of my pup, don't I?"
Hunter's head began spinning. The fact that this dog could track him made him feel strange, but also somewhat aroused, quickly reminding him that he no longer had access to his cock and that getting hard had suddenly gotten a lot less enjoyable, as the steel cage not only prevented him from growing but also put an uncomfortable amount of pressure on his balls.
The drive back to his college was spent mostly in silence, not that Hunter could have said much with the doberman's cock lodged in his mouth. As he pulled into the lot of the student hall he basically threw Hunter out of his car, cum dripping from his chin. The corgi mix headed for the door, while making sure nobody saw him in only his underwear. Inside it felt to him almost like he was playing a video game. Silently sneaking through the halls, peeking around corners and hiding behind vending machines just to avoid additional humiliation.
As he made it to his floor his phone buzzed in his hand.
-> Fun fact: you ankle monitor can be triggered remotely to play any sound file I want.
Hunter froze mid step, the implication of what he had just read dawning on him as the recording of a high-pitched whistle emanated from the device secured to his ankle. His ears folding back as he felt an uncomfortable warmth spread through his groin. The box however didn't stop, the whistling kept getting repeated and finally other people were starting to wonder who was making that noise.
Doors were starting to open, as Hunter abandoned his stealthy approach and made a run for it. He could see his door already at the end of the corridor, maybe if he was quick enough nobody would see- A flash illuminated the hallway, followed by the artificial sound of a camera shutter.
Finally reaching his room he locked the door behind him and covered the ankle monitor under whatever he could find to block the sound. His phone buzzed again.
-> That was fun pup, remind me to set that off in your next lecture -> I also gave Bill your phone and room number, I hope you don't mind -> who am i kidding, of course you don't
One question went through Hunter's head, 'Who was Bill?'