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#Pushing The Limits

The look on Tarvo was one of honest concern and worry.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" he asked for the millionth time today. He was clad in an all leather garment. Harness on his bare chest and some rather tight leather shorts, showing off his big bulge. He sure looked like the Master on every kink magazine ever. Even though in Eli's humble opinion everything was just that tiny bit more fitting on him.

Eli nods at him again - for the millionth time. "I'm sure." but he really wasn't. Every time Tarvo asked he grew a little bit more hesitant. What they were about to do would be the bravest thing Eli ever did to date. The closer the sun crept towards the horizon, the faster Eli's heart began to pump. He had promised himself no backing out. He wanted to do that. For Tarvo - and maybe a bit for himself too - he was curious after all. But as the saying goes: Curiosity killed the cat. What if he went in over his head and would have the worst experience of his-

He stopped himself before his racing mind could lead him further down this path. He had thought long and hard about this. He had talked long and thoroughly with Tarvo and he was sure of it.

"This is the last time I will ask you today, Eli. Once you put that gear on and get in the car there's no going back. I will own you for the rest of the night. You will be forced to obey me - no matter if you like it or not. Are you really sure you want to go through with that?"

Tarvo was the sweetest, most caring german shepherd Eli had ever met. He didn't doubt for one second that Tarvo would take good care of him no matter the circumstances. His worries made Eli feel safe. Tarvo would be very careful to not push Eli too far and would make sure to stop if things should spiral out of control. They had gone through that in so much detail. Tarvo had reassured him time and time again. Every question and fear that had crept up in Eli had been taken care of by Tarvo. Until nothing but trust and excitement had remained within him. Now, it was but the last few steps to take. The hardest ones at that.

Eli used the chance and stepped close to his german shepherd and hugged him tightly. Burying his face in his thick and luxurious fur. "I know you will watch out for me. And if everything fails I still got my safeword." he felt Tarvo kiss his head and hug him back.

"I'm very proud of you, Eli. It fills me with pride knowing you put your trust so willingly and completely in me."

The hug goes on for a small eternity until Eli finally musters the strength and the courage to finally pull through with their plan.

He steps up to the table and immediately starts putting on the gear. He too gets a harness. One similar to Tarvo's. Leather strips and metal rings all over his torso.

Knee and elbow pads to protect his soft skin. He is no anthro after all. Being the human that he is there are certain precautions he has to take in order to make it exciting, but not overly painful. He wraps leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists, but doesn't connect them yet. He puts the ring gag around his neck, but doesn't fasten it in his mouth yet.

A blindfold goes over his head, but he doesn't cover his eyes yet. He lubes up the small butt plug, that is connected to the harness by a short chain and pushes it in. A small gasp escaping him. He had warmed himself up all day so it wasn't the size that caused him to gasp, but the cool metal. Then came the chastity cage. It took the longest, because he had to forcibly calm himself down from all the excitement and anticipation coursing through his veins. With a click the lock shut tight and given that Tarvo had the keys dangling around his neck, there was no way for him to remove it without some bolt cutters - besides being the goodest of boys and earning Tarvo's approval that is. The mitts came next and Tarvo had to help him into them. Not without giving him another concerned look. Before he could say anything however Eli nodded. "Yes, I'm sure." he stated.

The mitts went on. Big, black leathery paw-like mitts. Even with the rough pads on the bottom like with real paws.

Finally he grabs the collar. Somewhat difficult with mitts. It's the last piece of gear for tonight. But its not his to equip. He hands it over to Tarvo. The tag on it reads "Property Of Tarvo". It even has his phone number on the backside. Just in case of course. The collar is made out of leather and its soft to the touch. The leather has been worked and has lost a lot of its stiffness. It's tight fitted, not choking him, but reminding him every step of the way that there was a collar around his neck reading "Property Of Tarvo". He gulped and felt it slide along the collar.

He took a step back and looked at himself in the mirror. Now he was the one straight out of a kink magazine. His dick throbbed in his cage at the sight and his heart started pounding like crazy.

"Last, last chance."

Eli sighed. He couldn't help but love the canine for it. There was nothing to worry about. "Let's go." he said and it was the hardest thing to do up until now.

"You look adorable." Tarvo commented.

"Do I need shoes? A coat?"

"No, Eli. Just relax now and listen to my voice. I'll take it from here."

Eli nodded and was about to step into the passenger seat of the car.

"Not so fast." Tarvo held him by his shoulder. "You might think we're done, but I don't."

Eli followed Tarvo with curious stares as he clipped a leash to the collar. He pulled a headset from a nearby table that Eli hadn't bothered considering. He wrapped it over Eli's ears and the world went awfully quiet. The ring gag was fastened in his mouth, leaving him to feel the cool air on his tongue. Tarvo connected his wrists with the rings on his shoulders and fastened the leather straps a fair bit tighter.

"Comfortable?" he heard Tarvo ask. It was hard to make out, but Eli just nodded. From one of Tarvo's pouches - one of the two around his thigh - he pulled a remote and pressed the button. Eli jolted up a little as the plug in his ass started buzzing.

Lastly, Tarvo stepped close to Eli and gave him a smooch on his cheek. "Have fun." he said and pulled the blindfold over his eyes.

The world went dark and silent.

One could argue the drive was uneventful, besides a squirming human wrapped in more leather than skin on the passenger seat, that is. He didn't show it, but Tarvo was at least as worried as Eli was. The introverted, shy human was a lot of things, but hardly brave. Well, that wasn't quite right anymore, was it? Him agreeing and actually going through with Tarvo's fantasy was indeed very brave. Something he admired the small human for. He knew bigger anthros who didn't have it in them. And he felt contend and happy about the trust Eli put in him. Never would he betray it.

They had spoken many times about it. Back when they had moved in together, a few months later during christmas and on and off all throughout the following months. Eli's biggest fantasy was being knot-fucked in the wild by a scary predator, which Tarvo had played of course. A relatively tame fantasy when compared with his own. It had already taken Eli weeks to finally muster the courage and pull through with his fantasy, but when it came to Tarvo's? That was a whole different story.

At first Tarvo had been very reluctant to share his. Knowing Eli and his nature it wasn't likely, that he'd approve it. Seeing him already with his own fantasy made it all the more difficult. It had taken months of talking and questions until Eli's interest finally grew from curiosity to desire. It had taken even longer for him to come to terms with it. But about a week back - a week before Tarvo's birthday that is - Eli had confronted him. He wanted to fulfill Tarvo's fantasy, he even felt compelled to do so. Given all their talks and Tarvo's reassurances Eli had finally conceded. Given, Eli was also quite interested in it.

Tarvo had gone ahead and brought out all the toys and gear he had long since stashed. They were from a time before they had known each other and he had a more... outgoing sex life to put it that way. Eli had been scared at first and Tarvo had been worried sick that his little human was in way over his head. But against all odds he pulled through. Tarvo even caught Eli masturbating in some of that gear. It couldn't be that bad then, right?

It was Eli's first spanking he received back then. Going against Tarvo's explicit order to not pleasure himself for the rest of the week until today. Eli had learned eventually. Tarvo had also noticed the smell of arousal and excitement on Eli after that spanking. Even though he had complained, he had definitely enjoyed it.

All the preparation, the talking had led them both here. Tarvo, dressed in his old gear as master and Eli as his personal bitch. He felt his groin tingle. A look at Eli confirmed that he was not the only one enjoying the prospect of what was to come. Eli was drooling through the ring gag and leaking on the seat through his cage. Needy bitch. He would make him clean that up when they arrived.

Speaking of arriving.

The red-light district held true to his name, even after a year not being here. Glowing neon lights flashed and rather indecent clothed people were wandering about. Signs buzzed, motors roared, people laughed and screamed. Tarvo loved being here and he had somewhat missed it. The world was a different one here. More primal, more honest. Less-... modern.

Eli wasn't prude by any means, but comparatively vanilla, so Tarvo had turned his back to this part of his life. For a time. Now he was back and he was sure to ride to the center of all that action.

The air reeked of sex. Being a canine made that abundantly clear, but he was almost sure Eli could smell it too - even through the AC unit. The flashing neon lights must've left quite the impression on that fragile human, even through that blindfold of his. The squirming started to pick up again.

He rolled up in a nearby parking lot. It was somewhat secluded from the main streets and directly adjacent to their destination. As soon as Eli noticed they were stopping he went ballistic. Thrashing about, squirming and writhing. How cute.

"Hush now, Eli. We're here." Eli's covered head turned to him and he muttered something, which was of course lost through the ring gag. "Oh, and while we're at it." Tarvo added. "Should I decide to remove the gag tonight, you are to call me Master. In case we meet other people you are to call them Sir or Miss. Are we clear?"

Eli hesitated for just a brief moment before nodding frantically. The poor boy was leaking like a broken faucet. From mouth and locked cock alike. Tarvo had to shift his bulge around to make it a bit more comfortable.

He himself took a deep breath and stepped out. The smell that hit him was so much stronger outside the car. The smell of fucking was omnipresent and soon their scent would join it too. He went around the car and helped Eli out of his seat. Holding him by his leash he pulled down the headset and folded it neatly in his thigh pocket. He loosened the ring gag and held a water bottle to Eli's mouth.

"Slowly." he said and let him have a drink. Not too much of course, Eli would get plenty of fluid intake in the coming hours. "Now clean the mess you've made on my seat."

He grabbed Eli by his neck and pushed him on his seat. Smearing saliva and pre over his face.

"I... eh... Tarvo-" he tried to voice his concerns, but Tarvo was having none of it.

He closed the distance to Eli's ear and whispered in a ever so slightly threatening growl. "Master. That is master to you, slut. And one more word of advice: Don't test my patience or that of other patrons. You'll do as you're told."

After a moment's consideration Eli nodded in his grasp. "Yes, master." he said and got to licking up the mess he made. Not that it helped much, but it was a hint of what's to come.

Tarvo pulled him back up, fastened the ring gag again. He locked the car and put the keys into his thigh pocket. Pulling the leash down he forced Eli to kneel on the concrete. A grunt escaped him.

"We won't risk your bare feet getting hurt on the concrete, slut. Don't worry. Also, good bitches don't walk - they crawl." he fastened the ankle cuffs to the rings of the harness at his thighs. Leaving him in a very cute pose on his elbows and knees. Tarvo had to readjust his bulge another time. He felt his balls churning. He too didn't cum in over a week. Making sure to save all that gooey goodness for Eli.

"Heel." he said and started walking towards their destination. Eli was hesitant at first, resistant maybe. But that was to be expected. He had trouble crawling on his joints and Tarvo reminded himself to not go too hard too fast. Eli did admirable for his first time and he was sure to reward it later on. Tarvo's stride was slow and steady, giving Eli time to crawl behind him. There was a distinct trail of fluids coming from Eli, telling Tarvo he too had some enjoyment in this treatment. Not so vanilla now, bitch.

They approached a door at the backside of the building. A neon sign read: "The kennel." A bouncer stood there, even though there was no queue. He recognized the bouncer at the same time that he was recognized.

"Tarvo?" the bouncer exclaimed in disbelief. "Is that you?"

"Hey, Jack. Long time no see." he shook the other canine's paw. Jack was a doberman. An impressive one at that. Almost as impressive as Tarvo.

"I thought you were gone for good. Heard you had a serious relationship going. Did it not work out?"

Tarvo waved his hand. "It's better than I could hope for. That's him right there." he nodded towards Eli.

The bouncers gaze fell upon him and he kneeled down inspecting the human properly. "A human? I heard my rumors about you. What an acquired taste."

Tarvo noticed that Eli shivered. He could smell the anxiety and excitement radiating from him.

"His first time?" Jack had noticed too.

"Yeah. He is a shy one."

"Can I pet him?"

"Sure."

Eli recoiled, but Tarvo held him firm on his leash. Jack had no inhibitions however and proceeded to scratch Eli under his chin and behind the ears. Even going as far as giving the human a clap on his exposed ass cheeks.

"Good boy." he cooed, before rising back up to face Tarvo.

"Quite the catch."

Tarvo chuckled.

"How'd you get him to do that?"

"His decision actually. My birthday present."

Jack looked at Eli than back at Tarvo. It took him a solid moment to realize, before he came to bear hug Tarvo.

"Uuffff! Thanks." Tarvo laughed and patted Jack's back.

"Welcome back, birthday boy. Make yourself comfortable - oh and tell Layla your stay is on the house."

"You don't have to do that, Jack." Tarvo tried to refuse, but Jack was not having it.

"I do. Consider it my birthday gift. I'm happy to welcome you back in my kennel."

With that Jack opened the door and Tarvo stepped inside, tugging Eli behind him. Soft buzzing music hit him. The distinct smell of sex became so much stronger than on the outside. Mixing in were the smell of beverages, fruits, leather, plastic. How he missed this smell. He had thought he had forgotten it, but no. This smell would linger in his mind forever.

"Grab a condom from the stand there. Your toy is leaking." he heard Jack say, before the door fell shut.

A quick look confirmed Jack's words. Eli was indeed leaking. Tarvo grinned to himself, grabbed a condom and wrapped it over Eli's cage. The cage was tight and somewhat pushing off his body. Eli was heavily aroused from the treatment. Good.

Tarvo leaned close to him and whispered in his ear. Making sure to be heard over the music in the background.

"Im glad you enjoy it. It'll only get better from here on out. Also, I'll feed you anything that is in that condom by the end of the night." the threat was not lost on Eli and he nodded quickly.

He tugged on the leash and the moved into the main area. From behind thick red curtains came the main stage into view. A spacious interior filled with cozy sitting areas, a stage and walkways.

Tarvo took a deep breath. Almost a sigh of relief. It felt good being back. The room was buzzing with life. A few dozen patrons were seated around the bar, in the sitting areas or around the stage. Most of them were canines - hence the name "The kennel" - but his gaze fell upon a few distinct species too. Felines, equines, lagomorphs, avians. Both genders were present, to almost equal parts by the looks of it. That had changed since the last time he was here. Back in his days it had been mostly males. How the times have changed.

He recognized a few of the faces present. They waved at him and he waved back. He was under friends again. A good feeling.

All around him subs were going about their business. Serving drinks, serving food, serving masters and mistresses. A few were crawling like his own toy and a few were not even equipped with anything but their collar. He saw a few of the patrons getting sucked off under the table while they enjoyed their meal, some admired the show a few of the subs were giving on the stage and a distinct few were simply fucking the brains out of their subs. A grin crept across his face as he made his way to the bar.

Layla was all kinds of busy tending to different patrons. She was the only vixen in the establishment from what Tarvo could see. Then again he hadn't had a look into the private booths - so that was kind of a stretch.

"If that isn't Tarvo. Look at you all smooth and smug." she gave a few sharp orders to a sub and stepped from behind the counter, before coming around and pulling him into a hug. She was surprisingly firm and for a moment he feared he'd get slapped across his face for his disappearance back then. But luckily no. She was just beaming with joy to see him again. Just like Jack. It felt so good being back.

"Hi, Layla. How are you?"

"Good! Business is booming as you can see. And even better now, that I see you alive and well. You?"

"Same. I finally settled down with someone I love and it's been going uphill ever since."

She shot his toy a glance. "That him?"

Tarvo nodded and laughed. "Yes. And yes" he kneeled next to Layla and Eli. Eli was a lot more anxious now that he heard so many things going on around him. So many things he couldn't get a hold of. The great unknown right outside his blindfold.

He shivered and recoiled again at Layla's touch on his head. "Poor puppy." she said. "You don't think this is all a bit much for him?"

She started scratching him just like Jack did and this time Eli quickly warmed up to the touch. Even going as far as leaning into it.

"Oh, I know it is. I tried to stop him multiple times, but he was adamant about it."

"I don't think he knows what he has gotten himself into, Tarvo."

"I warned him. I explained it all in the greatest detail. I even showed him clips. But in the end it's his decision."

"Such a good boy." she said, intensifying the scratches, which Eli obviously approved. "What do you plan with him?"

Tarvo pressed the lips together and put a finger up to it. "Don't want to spoil it for him."

Layla just nodded. "He is the only human in the kennel tonight. I don't know if you've noticed, but a few of the patrons" she looked around, before stretching herself and getting back up. "have laid their eyes on him. At least that means you don't have to worry about protection. What's his status?"

"Are they still the same?" Tarvo asked.

"Oh right," she nodded and handed him a big marker pen. "we've changed it around a bit, since you were last here. Just write it on his back. Alternatively, you can just clip the matching colored tags to his collar." she pointed at the baskets containing multiple colored tags. Each read something else.

"Free, restricted, exclusive, newcomer, veteran, urinal, dumpster, servant..." he trailed off reading the rest of the tags. "Interesting..." he scratched his chin.

"My recommendation?" Layla asked, but didn't stop for a response, instead grabbing a few tags. "Exclusive, newcomer definitely. Can't have one of the stallion boys rip his colon, can we?"

Tarvo felt how the leash got tugged at as Eli took several clumsy steps back. He shot Layla a disapproving glance.

"Sorry." she said and threw a couple more of the tags back in the basket. "Here, I think they'll fit him."

Tarvo took a look. Exclusive, newcomer, inexperienced, puppy. He had expected a few more - well, he was planning for a lot more.

"It's good enough for now, I suppose. I can still lend him out, right? Anything I need to worry about?"

"You're free to do anything with him. The tags are merely for when he is unsupervised. And no, no changes. I see your pet has a way to catch his leaking. Good. We had an accident where one of the patrons slipped and broke his arm because of a happy trail. Oh and Jack called in. Mr. VIP welcome to the kennel I hope you enjoy your stay." she bowed and handed him a badge to be clipped to his harness, identifying him as VIP.

Tarvo stretched his back and smiled. "It's good to be back. The usual Layla."

Eli had trouble focusing. His heart pumped heavy in his chest and his mind raced. So many thoughts crashed over him. What did he get himself into? Who were these voices? Who scratched him? What did just brush against his side? Why was Tarvo so confident in here?

He would not get any answers. He knew that much. That didn't help his case however, for he shivered from the anticipation, the anxiety. He was exposed - naked and vulnerable and not to mention blind. Who knows how many people looked at him? What if somebody recognized him?

And beneath the rising panic was that buzzing. The buzzing from the music, the vibrating butt plug, from the pleasure and excitement that made every worry of him somewhat less scary.

Tarvo had walked him to... somewhere. His legs were straining, but worse were his elbows. He really should have objected to this - or at least trained beforehand. He felt Tarvo's hand grab his sides and lift him up on something soft. The same softness brushed against his side. A couch perhaps? Whatever it was, it was balm for his straining joints. He leaned into it and took a few deep breaths.

Tarvo scratched him on the neck and Eli couldn't help but let his head dangle, resting his muscles. Tarvo's touch was like the cool pack of ice on a sore muscle. He grunted as not only his muscles relaxed, but his mind too.

"You're doing great, Eli. I'm very proud of you." Tarvo's whispers full of encouragement were at least as soothing as his gentle touch and massage. "Do you need something?"

He nodded weakly and let himself fall against the body of his lover and rolled to his side. He needed a break, just a few minutes. Tarvo's hand wandered to his belly and rubbed it gently. He suddenly felt like he could fall asleep here. His body told him that. It was very comfortable all things considered.

"I see." he whispered with a chuckle. "If there is anything else just tap me."

Eli couldn't even bring himself to nod. This was not only exhausting for the body, but the mind as well. The constant stress, the worries. He took a deep breath and felt himself drool into Tarvo's fur again. He couldn't really stop. At least there was a condom over his cage or it would've been a whole lot more embarrassing. He had wanted to tell Tarvo on their way across the concrete about it, but apparently that problem had solved itself.

He wondered what kind of tags he had clipped to his collar now. At least no stallions would rip him a new one now. That he was pretty sure of. Hopefully not dumpster or something as degrading as that. Then again, if he could look at himself now he didn't think he could sink any deeper.

The blindfold really was a godsend in hindsight. He could remain anonymous or at least close to anonymous. Also he didn't have to run around with an embarrassing expression on his face avoiding everyone's gaze.

"Mind if I take a seat, Tarvo?" a sudden voice said and Eli was pulled from his dreamy state.

"Sarah! I thought you moved states?" he felt the vibrations in Tarvo's body every time he spoke, but didn't dare to move. "Sure take a seat."

Eli would've probably kicked out as he suddenly felt a body brush against his legs, but they were locked thankfully. Someone took a seat on the other of the couch, leaving his legs in their lap. He couldn't even pull away if he wanted.

"I'm just here over the weekend. Visiting my parents and all that. What about you?"

"First time back. Thought I bring my lover."

"Lover? As in long term?" A pause. "Good on you, Tarvo. Looking good. May I?"

"Go right ahead." in his mind Eli braced himself for another scratching and feeling him up, even a slap on his butt was not unexpected.

He grunted in surprise and bucked his hips as a furred hand grabbed his balls.

"Newcomer, huh?" Sarah said slowly kneading his balls, much to his dismay.

"Inexperienced, too." Tarvo added, continuing to rub his belly.

"You're showing him the ropes?" the kneading elicited a pleasurable groan from him. He never had someone but Tarvo caress his balls. This girl was pretty nonchalant about the whole ordeal and Eli couldn't help but respond to it. Or rather his body responded to it. The soft kneading made him feel all kinds of hot and bothered.

"Kind of. You want to have a go with him?" Tarvo's response was just as nonchalant.

Eli rose his head and tried to voice his protest, he wasn't into girls. Would he really lend him out like-

"Hush, puppy." two of Tarvo's digits buried themselves in his mouth and stopped any kind of continued protest. The hand caressing his belly never stopped doing what it did. Eli came to realize nothing tonight would be his decision. Absolutely nothing.

"I'd love to. You know I love me a cute piece of ass. Especially a pent up one." she squeezed his balls and Eli grunted, but was stopped by the two fingers fish-hooking him to Tarvo's lap. "But, unfortunately I gotta get going. I just stopped by to say hello." At least she let go of his balls. A brief relief only to be replaced with a sharp sting as he felt a soft slap against his balls. He grunted again and tried to pull away, but Tarvo held him firmly in place.

"See you around, Tarvo." she said and Eli felt her body leave his rear end.

"See you."

He heard Tarvo's voice shift toward him. "I think you're ready to get started." It wasn't a question. A zip. A grunt and the strong and familiar smell of Tarvo's sheath hit him.

"Get to work, puppy." he grabbed Eli by his neck and moved him over the thick sheath. "Go on." these were the last words of his encouragement, before Eli found himself gagging on the sheath buried in his mouth. It wasn't the first time, it surely wouldn't be the last, but it was definitely one of the most intense ones. Were people looking? Was the couch, where they were at, secluded?

"I said get to work now. Or Sarah's slap will only be the beginning." the threat was easily spoken by Tarvo. So easily like Eli hadn't expected. He came to realize, that Tarvo had quite the sex life before they first met. He started working on that swelling sheath as best as he could with the ring gag. Not an easy task. Plenty of drool was running over the sheath and without eyes it wasn't as easy as usual. His tongue worked it's way into the pouch and started coaxing Tarvo's member out of its hiding place. The smell was intoxicating. So strong. Eli figured he was not the only one being pent up after all.

Someone came by them and put something down on what sounded like a table. A drink?

"Anything else, sir?" a rather squeaky voice asked. Eli stopped to listen above the lewd slurping noises. A hand forced him back on the throbbing shaft, making him gag in the process. "Tell me, do you still have the machineries?"

Eli gagged again, this time from the surprise. He wanted to listen again, forgetting to service his Tarvo's cock for a second. Only to be pushed down much more roughly this time.

"One moment." he heard Tarvo's voice and then it was pointed directly at him. "Stop again without my permission and I'll make you regret it."

Eli shivered and quickly started with renewed vigor to work his length as best as the gag would allow.

"Sorry about that. He is still learning."

"No problem, sir." the voice squeaked again. "Yes all machines are operational. Shall I have one prepared?"

"Yes, please."

"We...ehh we upgraded them, sir. They are mobile now. Shall I bring one before you, in a private booth, on stage?"

Machines? Movable? On the stage?! Eli choked more from the surprise than the cock buried in his throat. He felt the knot slowly engorging. Tarvo might've been pent up, but he sure was a master at controlling himself.

"The booth will do nicely."

Thank god, Eli thought, his cramped muscles relaxing somewhat. On stage - that really would've been his worst-

A growl came from Tarvo and Eli scolded himself for stopping again. He was too easily distracted. He started going fast and hard again, but it was too late. The clawed paw in his neck pulled him off and pushed him to the side. Eli coughed and spluttered and tried to regain his breath.

"I can have this sub disciplined or humiliated, if you wish, sir."

The growling continued and Eli tried swallowing and preparing for the worst. He wished he could see what was happening around him.

"Very attentive of you. Please bring me a fox or other vulpine. One who knows how to serve with his mouth. Get this one disciplined."

Eli's panic grew at an alarming fashion. His heart jumped up to his throat and he wanted to plead with Tarvo, but all that left his mouth was a incoherent mess of words and drool.

"Any specifics, sir?"

"Read his tags." Tarvo's voice was sharp and mean. The likes of which Eli never heard before. Fear crept up his spine.

A paw was wrapped under his collar and pulled him up, a fair bit rougher than what Tarvo did.

"I see. Nothing permanent then..." PERMANENT?! Eli was about to thrash about, but the paw that held him in place was firm and strong. So strong that it made breathing hard. "You wish to have him be punished on the stage, sir?"

"As you see fit. I've been too soft with this one apparently. Just make sure his blindfold stays on, because unlike him I stay true to my word."

"As you wish, sir. I'll hand him to the dungeon master then. Anything else, sir?"

"Have him brought back into my booth once he knows his place."

"It'll will be done, sir. Enjoy your evening."

Tarvo wasn't really going to hand him off to someone else, or was he?

The firm grasp around his collar pulled him along the ground. He struggled keeping up the pace. Choking every now and then, grasping for air. He wanted out, wanted to call stop. That wasn't part of their deal. He thrashed in his binding, trying to complain. It was of no use. He was dragged off to where the music was but a quiet whisper and the ground became rough stone. It also got a fair bit colder. No bright or flashy lights reached his eyes behind the blindfold anymore. Was he really being carried into a dungeon?

"You better obey, bitch. Or this gets way worse. Are we clear?" the voice was sharp and cut right into his panicked state.

He thrashed some more, trying to get away from the iron grip around his collar. A sharp knocking sound on wood. A door?

A confirmation came from inside. Like a distant voice. A door was opened and he was dragged inside whatever room that was. The music stopped completely in here. Instead he heard sounds of... agony. Of mewling and pained howls. Oh god. His resistance and struggle doubled, but only for a short period. All his struggle made it even more difficult to breathe and get enough of that vital oxygen. His protest died down as the air he was getting wasn't enough to keep the struggle up.

"You'll learn." the voice from before grunted.

"So what's this?" a deep, second voice resonated from somewhere in front of him.

"Disobedient human. Inexperienced, newcomer and the blindfold is to remain on. To be handed back once he learned his lesson for not satisfying his master." the first voice was just as professional and direct as before. Scary so as if this wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

"Punishment or training?" the voice interjected.

"Punishment."

A big paw was brought under him and he was lifted on a platform of cool metal on his back. A seat maybe, but angled. "Help me fasten the restraints." the second voice said.

Eli felt the restraints keeping his arms and legs angled removed and he moaned in the sudden relaxation of strained muscle. He wanted to use the chance to take off his blindfold and make a run for it, but his arms were like puddy and before he could react his legs were fastened to the cool metal contraption. The process was repeated with his arms and he found himself spread-eagle. Front pushed against the cool metal contraption and every part of him exposed. He tried voicing another protest, but was quickly silenced by some kind of gag made of silicone that was pushed through the ring and deep into his mouth - almost tickling his gag reflex.

Was that a dildo stuck in his mouth? One way or the other his ability to speak - what little had remained - was denied now.

"I'll take it from here." the dark voice boomed. He heard steps on stone, a shutting door and then nothing but the agonized sounds of other unfortunate subs like him. What did he get himself into?

The supposed dungeon master grabbed him by the collar and presumably checked his tags. "Shame." he grunted. "I would've gone to town on your human ass until you were but a gaping mess begging for release. Exclusive. Damn shame."

Eli's heart was racing, he felt like trying to move, trying to escape, but it was to no avail. His arms and legs were weak from the constant crawling and the restraints he now found himself in seemed to be made out of cold metal. He could be raped here and no one would care. For all he knew he could be sold of to some random stranger and shipped of somewhere. He could be killed in this dungeon and no one, but the other agonized subs would be the witness to that. He swallowed hard. Eli couldn't even try to talk his way out of this situation with that additional gag stuck in his mouth. "Property of Tarvo?" the voice read and let go of his collar.

"Are you his sub?" this was the first question he was asked today.

"Mmmmmpffhhhhh!" he responded.

A sharp swat on his ass made him cry out in agony and writhe in pain. His voice soon joined that of all the other subs in this dungeon.

"You are to behave like a good puppy. Puppies don't speak. You nod or shake your head. When I want to hear your voice I'll make you scream with more of that. Understood?"

Never in his life did Eli nod his head faster.

"Very good. I'll make a fine sub out of you yet." he felt a coarse hand caress the stinging pain on his ass.

"Mmmhhhhh, I do love me a human. You can see every mark I leave on your body. Marking you as the bitch you are..." his cheek was roughly grabbed and kneaded. A groan left his mouth and he tried to suppress it as best as he could.

"And would you look at that pathetic think you call a dick. No wonder you're a sub." Eli groaned and pressed his head against the cool metal. It helped to cool his racing mind.

"Good thing it's caged. But if it were up to me I'd make it permanent. Not that you have any use for it. Isn't that right?" Eli didn't respond. A mistake. Another sharp swat left him howling in pain.

"You respond when asked a question, sub. Understood?"

Eli nodded quickly, sobbing and trying to deal with the stinging pain in his ass. He wanted to stop. To go home now. He wasn't ready for this kind of play. Was it even play anymore?

"You see, I've got myself a lot of subs down here. Some stay with me for up to three months. Some just for 10 minutes. It's different for each of them, really. Some masters want the perfectly trained puppy others just a quick session to remind them of their place. You are lucky you're part of the last group. Isn't that right?"

Eli wasn't making the same mistake twice. He nodded frantically.

"Yeah you are." the voice continued. It wandered around the contraption Eli was strapped to. He could hear hooves click on the ground. A stallion? A bull? A stag?

"But they all have one thing in common. Once they go back to their masters, they'll never want to come back for another session. Just a reminder of this dungeon will make them obedient again. I'm sure it will be the same with you." Eli twitched as he felt something cool and leathery trail over his exposed back. Very gently. Almost as if the dungeon master didn't pay any attention to where that thing trailed.

"So tell me: Will you be an obedient pup in the future?"

Eli nodded again. Anything to get him out of here.

"Very good. Let's get over some basics, while we have time." he tapped Eli's back each one leaving him twitching in anticipation for another swat on his ass.

"Do you get to cum without your masters permission?" Eli wasn't so foolish. He knew this was some weird, kinky BDSM shit. With that cage on it was out of the question anyways.

He shook his head.

"Do you speak when spoken to?" Eli hesitated a moment and then shook his head.

"Very good. Do you speak when asked a question?" Eli turned his head to the voice. How was he supposed to answer a question that wasn't a yes or no question? He was supposed to speak then, right? But maybe that wasn't what the dungeon master meant. He nodded carefully and regretted it immediately.

Another white hot flash of pain under the dark covers of his blindfold.

"Wrong. You nod or shake your head."

That wasn't fair! That question had been ambiguous. No way he could've answered that correctly. He thrashed with regained vigor.

"Next question. Do subs behave for their masters?" Eli nodded.

"Then why are you thrashing about and causing all kinds of disturbance?" the crop or whip or whatever that was lingered on his sore ass cheeks. Eli reluctantly stopped wriggling about.

"You'll learn." slight taps on his behind with that spanking tool.

"Do you think your pleasure is important?" A nod. Definitely. Because he surely wasn't having any-

"Mmmmmpffhhhhh!" he cried out in pain as another swat hit the same spot twice. He banged his head against the cool metal. He forced himself to focus on the questions. He wasn't dumb. He knew what that bastard wanted to hear. So might as well give it to him and be done with it all the faster.

"Wrong. Your pleasure is of no importance. You are to serve your master unconditionally."

"Do you think I should keep you here overnight?"

What? That wasn't a question, right? It couldn't be. He shook his head quickly. Eli clenched his teeth fearing what came next, but nothing happened.

"Oh, then maybe the weekend?" there was a dangerous undertone in the voice. Should he have said yes when he had the chance?

He shook his head again.

"The whole week?" the fake disbelief in his voice was making him feel all kinds of uncomfortable. This wasn't going anywhere good, but he shook his head again.

"A month? My, my. You are really committed, aren't you, puppy?" Eli almost missed his cue to nod frantically, but barely managed to do so in time.

"He-, lucky you." he could practically hear the sinister grin on the face of his captor.

"Last question." oh thank god. "Do you want to see me again?"

Eli became dizzy from how fast he shook his head.

"Awww... I thought you like me." Eli changed his shaking to a nodding. Anything that guy wanted to hear. Of course he liked him, he loved him.

"Why do you like me?" he asked and there was that sinister tone again. "You're not supposed to like me. I'm the punishment for disobedient, little sluts like you. Seems I have to teach you to hate me then..."

What did he...?

"Mmmmmpffhhhhh!" he jolted in his restraints as another slap came. It was a trap. Of course it was. That evil bastard played him. Fuck. Another crack, another muffled scream, another agonizing eternity of pain. And another and another and another.

By the time he was done Eli was sure there wasn't a person on the planet, that he hated more than this dungeon master. He had to be the devil incarnate. His ass was on fire and the last of his energy had left his limbs. By then he was just resting his body against the cool metal, his little relief from the heat radiating from his bruised ass.

It must've been hours, he honestly couldn't tell, but by the time he was done and the restraints were loosened he just slumped down.

"I think you'll never be disobedient again, puppy." he grunted and Eli felt how the plug in his ass was ripped out. He didn't care anymore. He just wanted to go home and cry under the shower for the rest of the night. A bulbous metal ball was pushed inside him. Another plug? A metal rod protruded out of his ass. It fast fastened to a rope perhaps. He felt it wriggling about. He felt a sharp tuck on his neck a rough hand pressing his back down, arching it and a final ominous clicking.

When the hands left him he found himself unable to straighten his back. Instead there was an uncomfortable tugging at his collar and one in his ass. He had been forced into a awkward position on all fours. He tried pulling his legs straight at least, but another sting in his balls made him painfully aware of a bar, which grabbed his balls like a vice and was fastened behind his thighs. A humbler it was called, if he recalled correctly. That position was even more humiliating than the knees and elbow walk from earlier.

"I'll take you back to your master now. I hope you'll be good this time or I'll have you spend the weekend with me."

No. No way in hell would he risk that. He'd dance naked in front of the city if necessary, but he would under no circumstances go back into this infernal place of torture and agony. He would come back to Tarvo now. He could call quits there. Just don't fuck it up now.

"Heel."

He did as he was told, no questions asked. His side brushed against a strong muscled leg of smooth, short fur. The crawling was easier than that wobbling on his joints, but it was way more tiring now that he had been through all that. Eli pulled himself together. Crawling like the humiliated bitch he now was, by the side of his tormentor he made his way back to the music and soft floor. He thought he heard some comments about him, but he tried not to pay attention. Almost done. The humbler tugged on his balls with every stride he made. He could manage well enough, but every other step he stretched to far and was greeted with more searing pain.

Almost. Done. He tried to readjust the cage in his crotch with his now free hands, but found him unable to reach. He may have had his arm move, but his wrists were fastened to the collar. His range of motion was that of touching his face and belly. Not more.

He felt a curtain brush by him and the music lessened somewhat. He picked up lewd slurping noises followed by a grunt.

"Mason! You've bought me a present!" that was Tarvo. Eli's heart jumped at the prospect of being finally done.

"Tarvo, old friend. You could've brought this little rascal in earlier. He had quite the attitude to him."

"It's good to see you, too." he exclaimed and then directed his voice at someone else in the room. "Begone."

The slurping stopped and some light tapping was heard and then Eli assumed it was only the three of them left.

"I trust you made sure he doesn't act up again."

"As best as I could in the time given. Let's see." Eli felt the dungeon master kneel down next to him and slowly loosened the silicone gag stuck in his mouth. Finally, air.

"Don't disappoint me now, bitch." the dungeon master growled under his breath.

The last sprint. The final effort.

"Did he treat you well, puppy?" Tarvo's voice was sweet as always. The anger in his voice from earlier was gone.

A nod.

"Do you want a reward now?"

A shake. He felt like Tarvo and Mason exchanged glances. The silence was a bit too long for his taste.

"Luckily, that's not your choice to make. Isn't that right?"

A nod. He didn't need a reward. He needed a shower and a bed, but most of all he needed to get out of this wretched place.

"Help me strap him in, will you?" Strap him in? This was supposed to be the end of their session. He was about to protest, but then remembered the dungeon master next to him. He could still call stop once he was gone. Patience. Just a tiny bit more.

A grunt. He felt himself get manhandled onto something that felt like a metal construct. Not one of these tables again, he dreaded, but he remained perfectly still. He didn't want to give the dungeon master any reason to extend their session. Metal bars scratched across his raw skin. Locks and hinges clicked. He was being fixated on something. As the touching and clicking stopped he tentatively tried to move. Nothing. He was kneeling on all fours. A cold metal bar kept his torso prepped up. Locks around his ankles fixated his legs in place and the same had apparently happened with his wrists. Even his collar and hip was fastened to something. He was stuck. He moved his entire body, but he only felt something roll beneath him.

Eli grunted as the hook was removed from his ass with a wet pop. He was sure he was slightly gaping at this point.

Almost done.

He felt something prod against his ass. Something bigger and softer than the metal hook. A dildo? A tapered one?

"I'll take it from here. Thank you, Mason. Feel free to enjoy the show, though." he heard Tarvo say.

"Sorry, gotta attend to my other bitches that weren't as lucky as this one."

Lucky?! He should call the fucking police to this dungeon. If he ever managed to find it after tonight that is. But that also meant the dungeon master would be gone any second now.

Finally.

He heard hooves wander off. Now was his time.

"Iiiiih... annnngghh... oouuuugghhhh" he tried to voice with all the strength he could muster.

I want out.

It wasn't that hard to say. Damn ring gag.

"Look at you. First thing you do when the dungeon master leaves is talk without permission. I can call him back anytime, you know?" Tarvo said, softly petting Eli's ass. His sore and bruised ass. It stinged even to the softest of touches now.

He couldn't even tap Tarvo now that he was locked in this contraption. He rolled his head and tried to face the voice as best as possible. Trying one more time to say his safeword.

"...iiiinneeaallleee..."

Fuck.

Tarvo chuckled. "I know a better use for your mouth, puppy."

It was finally time for them both to enjoy themselves. He grabbed Eli's chin and lifted it and then started prodding his engorged dick against Elis face. Smearing his precum and the saliva of the fennec boy all over Eli's face. Seeing Eli bound up in the sex machine was one of his biggest fantasies come true. The small human was completely stuck in the contraption. Locking him doggy-style on a small movable platform. Basically an overgrown skateboard. One of those industrial rollerboards with the fucking machine screwed to it. Creative, to say the least. He grabbed Eli's head with both paws and began going to town on him. They were alone in their private booth and so he went all out. Face fucking his puppy with all the power he could muster. Eli choked and gagged, sputtered and moaned. He didn't care. Eli had been warned.

Now it was Tarvo's turn to enjoy his birthday to its fullest. He grunted, slapping his engorged knot against the ring and Eli's face. His bitch struggled somewhat against the rough fucking. Not that he cared. He would go all out.

Despite his self control and his best effort to take his time he was quickly reaching his peak. The fennec might've been more talented than Eli and had kept him entertained for a few short minutes, but Eli was his toy and his alone. He could do with him as he pleased and when he wanted to ruin that beautiful face of innocence he would. He belonged to him. He owned him. And he would have his toy crying for mercy.

Tarvo grunted his legs shaking, his paws grabbing Elis head like a vice and he thrust forward. Unloading torrent upon torrent of gooey white cum into his subs throat. The knot might've remained outside, but that didn't matter. He was satisfied either way.

Stars flashed in front of his eyes and his legs grew weak for a moment. He huffed and puffed, grunting and trying to regain his composure. A week's worth of cum directly deposited into its proper place. Deep down Eli's throat. Right where it belonged. Tarvo scratched Eli behind his ears.

"Good boy." he cooed and took a deep breath, just resting for the moment, just enjoying the warmth of Elis throat his choking and gagging milking his cock just that little bit more, before finally pulling out and taking another sigh of relief. Eli coughed and cum splattered on Tarvo's legs. Just like back in the day. With the difference that he had been way, way rougher with the others. He ruffled Eli's hair and then pulled him close to clean the juices off his cock with his already messy hair.

Tarvo thought he heard something of a disapproving grunt, but he didn't pay attention and went ahead to the final part of his plan. He turned to the control panel of the machine, started the auto-lubrication and set it to medium. No need to strain his poor puppy more than necessary. The machine started with the slow methodical rhythm, that only one of its kind could muster. The force and determination to move along its path - pushing everything else aside. A groan escaped Eli's gaping mouth as the machine drilled the canine dildo deep into him. Over and over again. In the same methodical rhythm it could keep up for hours.

And now for the final touch.

Tarvo removed the leather shorts he had worn - soaked in pre, cum and spit as they were and went ahead and fastened it to Eli's face. Making sure that all he could breath and smell was his lover's crotch.

He took a step back and admired his work. Beautiful.

A bitch properly locked in place with all the entertainment he could ever want. He looked at the timer of the battery on the machine. Plenty. Plenty of time for his little human toy to enjoy all the pleasures of the machine and flesh.

Tarvo shoved the curtains to the side and started moving the machine with Eli fastened to it down the walkway and on the now empty stage. A sadistic grin crept across his face as the voices in the main area dropped for a short moment, before growing all the louder with calls and whistles. The kennel always enjoyed a good show. He was sure his return would be accompanied by one. He propped Eli up. Locked the rollerboard-wheels in place and made his way down the stage in a nearby sitting space.

Tarvo kept a close eye on Eli, saw how his head went from left to right and finally dropped down. He could see the burning red cheeks under his cum rag he had called his shorts. He was sure Eli knew where he was and he could see Eli's enjoyment. The tensing and relaxing muscles. The quiet moans that all but reached the first row of sitting areas and of course the drips of sticky fluid into the condom on his denied cock.

The crowd began cheering Eli on - whistles were heard, compliments made. Tarvo himself got served a few drinks from approving patrons around him. All the while enjoying the show of his helpless, little toy squirming and wriggling about.

Jack slumped into the seat next to him. "You know how to make the crowd cheer, Tarvo." he commented, sipping his own drink.

"I've learned from the best." he chuckled and leaned back.

"The other guys are betting how long your sub can take it."

"What? The humiliation? The pounding? The ability to hold back his release?" he laughed and saw Eli's movements becoming more erratic.

Jack didn't respond, but pointed to Eli. "Won't take long now. I know how a sub looks, that's about to bust."

"Hope you didn't bet on him holding out long then."

Jack laughed and leaned back.

"Can I get rid of his blindfold? I love to see the look on their faces."

"No. My promise to him to remain anonymous."

"He does know how canine noses work, right? I don't need to see his face to recognize him."

Tarvo grinned and shook his head. "Leave him his illusion."

Jack snorted and turned his attention to the stage. His pants were pretty tight from the looks of it.

With a grin he watched how Eli's muscles started spasming and he started shivering, but not from the anxiety this time. Not this time. He even pushed his ass against the machine as best as he could. The cheering of the crowd grew. Even the servants stopped serving for a moment.

Eli cramped and contracted, his crotch shook violently as every last bit of pent up seed over the last week erupted. His pleasured cry could be heard to the last row of the room.

The crowd cheered and Tarvo couldn't help but smile warmly. His love was sure to remember this evening for a long, long time.

The condom below Eli filled considerably - for a human that is. The puddle that had been pulling the condom down all throughout the evening grew heavier and larger. He must've been really pent up. Good thing it was milked from him then.

"Short, but sweet." Layla commented as she moved up behind Jack and him.

Tarvo shot her a glance. "Short?"

"Well he is done for." she said pointing at Eli, who had collapsed into his restraints.

"Not yet." he stated simply.

It was her turn to shoot him a glance. It took her a moment to get what he meant.

"Oh. Ohhhhhhhhh... Alright. Suits me."

No, Tarvo wasn't contend with leaving Eli to just a single release today. He would get as many as he could handle or until the kennel closed.

Whatever came first. He looked around and stood back up. "I've got some catching up to do. See you later, Jack."

When Eli regained his senses he was assaulted with warm water covering him all over and a very soft pillow behind him.

"Hey, love. Welcome back." Tarvo whispered, pulling Eli closer in the bathtub so he could hug him properly. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore." Eli croaked.

"I can imagine." Tarvo went ahead and slowly caressed every part of Elis body. With kisses, with his fingers, with his tongue.

"We're back home?" he asked and let his head rest against Tarvo's chest.

"Yeah. You were out, so I carried you home."

"Thank you."

"No, thank you. I asked much of you, but you pulled through. I couldn't be more proud, even if I tried." he licked him across his sore neck.

Eli had markings all over. Especially his ass was covered in bruises. He wouldn't sit straight for a week.

"It was... intense."

"Indeed. You did admirably." more kisses on his neck, making sure Eli would melt to puddy in his arms.

"I wanted to use my safeword multiple times."

"But you didn't."

"I couldn't." he rotated his jaw, feeling his muscles hurt with every move.

"Eli, love, you wanted to have a look into my world. And you've got it. I warned you, more times than I can count."

"I know, I know. I'm fine with most of it. Really. Just... just one thing."

"The dungeon?" Tarvo already knew this would be a delicate topic to say the least.

A sudden vigor went through Eli, his muscles hardened.

"You said you wouldn't leave my side!" he exclaimed. He wasn't angry, just upset. The promise Tarvo made had been the foundation of the entire night. Having it broken was-

"I didn't." he stated plainly.

"You should've... what?" What did Tarvo just say? "Are you serious? You left me to that dungeon master!"

"I'm dead serious. I was never more than ten steps from you. All that time. I promised you."

...What? How did he...? Eli's anger faded into nothingness as his fatigue took over again.

"You were there?"

"Of course. I kept always kept a watchful eye on you. Nothing happened to you that I wouldn't have done myself. I wanted you to experience that overwhelming thrill of being helpless in the hands of a stranger. Was that too much?"

"I... I.... I think... I-" Eli looked around and swallowed hard. It had been intense, incredibly intense. His limits had been pushed way past what he was comfortable with. But did he really mind? Knowing now that he had always been safe and cared for? When he suggested this trip he was the one ready to push the limits. Tarvo merely followed suit. He took a deep breath to compose himself.

"But Mason greeted you when..."

"Setup. Just a setup. The blindfold works both ways, you know?"

Eli swallowed and thought back to it.

"The whipping in that dungeon really hurt."

Tarvo nodded and Eli didn't know what to think. He wasn't angry, right?

"I think it's the shock. I see why aftercare is so important now." he proceeded to hug Tarvo's arms as tight as he could letting out a deep sigh of relief.

"So we're good?" there was a solid bit of uncertainty in Tarvo's voice now.

"You better take damn good care of me for the rest of the weekend. But yeah we're good."

"Puppy, I will."

They sat in silence, just enjoying each others embrace for the moment.

It was Tarvo, who broke the silence first.

"Did you have fun at least?"

Eli didn't respond immediately. He took a solid minute to think about it. "Yes."

"Do you want to do it again someday?" a loaded question to be sure.

"Only if you promise me not to send me back to that dungeon." he whispered.

Tarvo chuckled and snuggled closer to Eli. "That depends of how good of a boy you are, right?"

Eli didn't respond, but nodded.