By Pup Shaggy

I was at my ‘favourite’ spot; lying down in my pup basket besides Alex’s armchair, and padlocked to stay that way. Only I’d actually settled down here willingly… at first… alright, so how the hell was I supposed to resist Alex and his knee high biker boots? He’d told me sit and stay… which I had… but the second I spotted those harness boots, I leapt out of the basket with such vigour you’d think I’d have been shocked with electricity.

And thus, I got dragged back and locked this way… again… blindfolded too… again… Not that there was much I could see from this position anyway. And then he’d left me like that to think. He hadn’t scolded me come to think on it but being stuck here was enough to drive me mad. I heard a clock ticking somewhere, but I’d lost count ages ago. I’d counted so many minutes on that damn thing the sound alone started annoying me… like an alarm at 3 in the morning waking you up, reminding you to get ready for work. The ticking of this clock reminded me every second to be patient and wait. But I couldn’t.

It was a couple hours since I heard the front door close. For a good few minutes I thought he was just playing a game; in that he was actually just sitting on the sofa watching me. Enjoying my discomfort; watching me sweating and shuffling trying to be quiet. But then I heard his bike outside roar away and it dawned on me that I was alone. To be fair, it could have been someone else’s bike, and he could still be in the room watching me… But when I’d started grunting and groaning, struggling as much as I could and I’d have thought he would have at least chuckled or laughed… or something.

That damn clock! I wish he’d plugged my ears or something! Put the ear plugs back in, please! Sleeping last night with them was interesting… I’d been in a thick, heavy leather sleep-sack that made a duct-tape cocoon feel airy. It cramped around me so tight, I don’t think my sweat had anywhere else to go, letting me swim in all that sticky liquid sweat for so long I was surprised that I had any left inside me. I’d been awoken – after finally dropping off mere minutes earlier – by the sensation of someone picking me up over a shoulder and carried back downstairs, thrown onto what I assume was the sofa. There I lay for another while, grunting and groaning periodically; barely able to hear my own voice because of the ear plugs still embedded deep in my ears. I felt a hand gently rub my chest, pat my locked cock, a gentle pat and a brief cuddle… it all felt weird, like whoever it was were miles away; distant… but I knew it was Alex’s hand and that made it relaxing.

There I rested… And then back upstairs he’d carried me and once more, I was laid down on the hard floor and finally I was able to see again. It took a while for my eyes to adjust; the blindfold coming free from the dog-hood which had kept me in utter darkness sheltering me from the harsh bathroom light. But there he was: Alex, crouched over me with his hand on the side of my face. I sighed looking at him happily, those eyes coming into focus.

I saw his lips moving but heard nothing, so I whimpered and grunted shaking my head. He looked confused for a moment then laughed. He’d probably forgotten about the ear plugs. He must have been talking to me all morning.

He stopped talking and ruffled the hood on my head. He’d then stood up and released his morning piss over my bound figure. I couldn’t feel it; nor did I get any warmer than I already was; my sweat was like cooking oil keeping me baking in my own juice. So I watched it coming at me. If my sweat was cooking oil, than his piss was the glaze. Alex then left me on the bathroom floor alone, walking over me to get to the open door. As he passed over me, he showed off his furry arse crack and low hanging balls swinging away. I was there so long the light went off by itself. After so long in darkness, I was enjoying the light but to have it taken away from me again made me groan. I struggled a bit, trying to get attention, hoping that maybe the light would flicker back on. Nothing. Still dark. I tried again, harder this time feeling the sweat squish up against me and eventually I got the light to blink back on. That bulb felt like a gift.

No clue how long it had been but Alex reappeared and finally he started the long arduous task of un-buckling me from the bag. I waited, still as I could be feeling the belts keeping me contained weaken and finally, finally I got some slack all over my body. Even I heard my relieved sighs and grunting as it weakened… and I was still pad-locked in it. As soon as my hands were freed and the zipper released, I rolled over and groaned getting up on all fours. My body ached; numb, sore and dead all over. It took a while before feeling came back, Alex helping by stroking my body, running his finger-nails across my skin. And then for the first time in 2 days, the mitts were taken off too. Finally I could stretch my fingers out and hold things again. Mostly I just lay there hugging his bare leg, feeling his fingers on my back.

Alex took the hood off and pried out the ear-plugs and asked if I was alright. I nodded slowly, grinning happily. My cock was still locked up in its brand new cage, although I don’t know why that was surprising. I could still feel the catheter in me as well as the balloon in my bladder but that was hardly my pressing concern at this point. My whole body ached; that one numb feeling deep in me bladder was a blessing. Alex just knelt next to me, grinning while he stroked my back and scratched the nape of my neck.

When he was happy I could stand on my own, he gently pushed me over to the shower basin. I stood there, trying to wake my body up as Alex fumbled about with my cage, stroking my back and rear. I looked at him through tired sweat filled eyes and he looked back at me with a half-smile.

And suddenly something inside me popped and in an instant, my piss spewed out from caged cock. I couldn’t help but give out a drawn out long sigh of relief as the pressure subsided. I leaned up against Alex, trying to lift one leg as the spray slowly, bit by bit eased. It took a while. To be fair, it wasn’t just my piss coming out of me but also Alex’s and Luke’s I’d drank from last night. I had no clue my bladder was this big. I heard the words “good boy, I’m proud of you Shaggy,” and revelled as they sank in.

After all that, we jumped in the bath together which he’d already ran. Thankfully it was big enough for both of us: he sat on the other end of the tub so the taps weren’t in his back and cuddled me, resting his head on my shoulder. The warm water helped a lot, waking my muscles from forced hibernation. A good few minutes was spent like that, just resting and cuddling. Then came breakfast, and after that more attention. I lost what day it was and it wasn’t until I looked at the clock – realising it was coming to 11 – that I realised it must have been Saturday and Alex wasn’t going to work. I rolled over on the floor, feeling his carpet on my back getting a good belly rub in return. He even tried to teach me some dog tricks.

‘Sit’ and ‘lie-down’ I wasn’t going to pretend to not know… but when it came to ‘stay’ and ‘shake’ and ‘speak’, I played about tilting me head and grunting when he told me to bark, or sniffing his hand rather than give him my arm.

We were working on ‘stay’ when he decided he had to go out. And as I said, I didn’t obey him. Thus here I am, again. To be fair, I’m not in a dog hood this time, although my collar is still chained to the floor. And no, my hands aren’t in mitts but a pair of leather cuffs had been wrapped around my wrists instead. Matching cuffs on my ankles and an ‘H’ harness across my body.

But here I am. As usual. Waiting. I had lots to think about though, for this was the day. Today, I was going to go downstairs into his dungeon or playroom or whatever the heck it was and show how much I wanted to be his pup… and I guess his boy… and hopefully earn a permanent place at his feet. Like Luke. Okay maybe permanent was pushing it, but come on, I was 24 years old. You really think I was thinking about the future at this point? All I knew was that it was holiday time from Uni and I was going to spend it right here.

I’d been told that Luke had gone home last night because he had work, which is why he wasn’t here with me… Which must suck on a saturd- oh Shut UP already!? That ticking was really starting to get to me. It was like someone was holding a ticking clock literally next to my ear and I was un-able to thwack at it. Maybe he was out getting Drake? He could be anywhere! Doing anything.

The doorbell rang, and there was a firm knock on the glass, but it’s not like I was going to answer the door anyway, not dressed like this. I assumed it was just the mail or something, or a parcel. But then I hear some fumbling, and the door opened…

I tried to get up and turn myself around so I could see the doorway, but it was directly behind me and the padlock wouldn’t allow it. Plus, the blindfold would probably be a problem. I wouldn’t be left in suspense for long. A loud booming laugh and a firm boot pressed into my arse confirmed it was Drake.

“Aww, look at you, already waiting patiently for your owner to come back home. He’s only had you a week and your already being so obedient. If I were you pup, I’d disobey once in a while, he likes it when you pups give him a reason to punish them.” Then he came around and realised I was padlocked where I was… rather than that ‘being patient’ nonsense. He laughed at me, swiping the blindfold off.

“Ah, never mind then, pup.” He chuckled. “You have fun with Luke after I left?”

“Wruff.” I barked, watching him crouch down so I could see him better. He was in what I assumed to be his biking outfit: tough worn jeans, 12 hole boots, kneepads, thick leather gloves, bikers’ jacket, a purple v neck top jutting out between the zipper. He was grinning at me as I looked back at him.

“He’s a good bitch isn’t he? Thinking of asking him to be my full-time bitch. We’ll see if he can handle me full-time.” He laughed again, scratching my head. “About you though, let’s see if…” his gloved hand reach under me and groped at my cock.

“He did! Oh man, he really did put you in that cage.” He immediately disappeared behind me and went upstairs, the sound of his boots clumping around made it easy to track his movements to the bedroom… some rummaging and then back to me, back on his haunches. He showed me a key, an unmarked key.

“I think I’ll just keep this close by, in-case we need to edge that bone of yours anytime later.” And a grin grew on his lips. I looked up at him, a flicker of fear crossing my eyes. “Oh that’s right dog, I know exactly what we’re going to be doing later. Also, your owner was kind enough to send me a certain video…” I didn’t need many guesses to know what video that was.

“I was hoping you were another piss drinker pup. Which is why, I saved this for you.” And he showed me a full 2 litre bottle of piss. As soon as he showed it to me I reeled backwards, pulling against the heavy lock keeping me in position.

“Oh please, no Sir.” I begged.

“Hush Shaggy. Dogs don’t talk.” I gave him my best puppy eyes, the best pleading look I could come up with but we both knew I was going to be fed this bottle no matter what. I hadn’t drank anything since breakfast and sure I was thirsty but there was no length of time that would be enough to make me thirsty for piss. I heard whimpers escape my throat involuntarily, Drake giving me a sigh in response.

“Alright, coz I’m such a nice guy, I’m going to feed you nice and slowly, okay boy? But next time, you’re going to drink it without complaint.” Next time…. Next time!? Of course there was going to be a next time.

It didn’t take long for Drake to show me – or rather acquaint me – with a thick rubber funnel-gag hood. It was a full coverage thing that completely wrapped around the wearers head, and the gag was wide, filling the mouth. Not only that but the silicon gag had a long tongue that rested or rather pushed down on my tongue. There was no way for me to stop the piss once it started.

And with me, in perfect position already, I heard the armchair creak as Drake got comfortable by my side; the TV switch on to football and the bottle cap of the bottle screwed loose.

But I couldn’t see the bottle and could only see the toes of his boot as he sat. The TV cancelled out most of the acute sounds he made; yet again, all I could do was wait. At least I couldn’t hear the ticking clock anymore. I wasn’t waiting long for the first gulp as he poured the first mug-full down the funnel into my awaiting mouth.

I can definitely tell you, that warm piss is so much easier to drink than cold. There’s just something about the fact that it is warm makes it go down easier. When it’s cold, the taste just hits you so much harder and stronger that your sinuses close up and your eyes water. I tried to spit it back out, knowing full well the trouble this would get me in but I still tried… but with the gag and the bit that supressed my tongue, the piss had nowhere else to go but flow right back into my awaiting throat. It swirled about and my disapproving groans made Drake laugh, pouring in another splash of his waste down into the funnel. It pooled around my tongue forcing me to swell my senses in the overwhelming flavour.

I could feel it build up in my mouth, hoping that the sheer pressure would push it free of my gagged mouth but no dice. And I couldn’t take the taste any more. I had to swallow or I was going to vomit. It wasn’t my first taste, you know that… but there was something completely different about it. That may have just been it was a different guy’s piss, or because it was cold, I dunno. Either way, it was different and I knew what of the two options I preferred.

And I had to keep up with Drake because his version of ‘slow’ was a lot different to Alex’s and Luke’s. And I had 2 litres of this shit to drink.

I lost track of gulps. All I knew was that taste and I could feel the tears and sweat stream down my face. I’d given up groaning; Drake didn’t react in the slightest anyway besides laugh. But then I heard the front door go again and Alex’s chuckle. I whimpered as loud as I could, gulping down another mug full, trying to pull myself free. I hoped I was at least halfway through the bottle by now… but I was done. I didn’t want anymore, but there was nothing I could do.

“Hey Drake, good to see your making yourself comfortable and enjoying my dog. And what are you up to Shaggy?” I heard him come around beside me, feeling his heat and then his gloved hand on my back and a pat to my head through the rubber hood. I released another whine and a murmur to him, shuffling, letting him know I was still locked to the floor right where he left me and I got another mug of freezing cold piss as a reward down the funnel.

“Aww, have you drunk that whole bottle of piss puppy?” I whined as loud as I could and he laughed. “You filled that whole thing up?”

“Yeah, had to since you sent me that video. Went to a club last night with the bottle and there were a lot of eager pigs who wanted to guzzle the whole thing down but I saved it just for Shaggy here.” I felt another hand on my back and a gentle scratch.

“I hope he knows how lucky he is. Had lots of other boys I could of poured this into, but none of them would have groaned and moaned as much as he has. It’s been beautiful.”

“Oh he does know, don’t you Shaggy?” I got the feeling I should say something… Not that I could… So I groaned, humphed and nodded…. And then gulped down more piss. I’d hoped that it’d stop by now… I’d hoped Alex would be my rescuer, but there was no dice in that card game. No of course, instead he helped, unloading a fresh load and I struggled and grunted angrily, but in truth I was almost thankful for the change in flavour and warmth. It hadn’t lasted long, Drake quickly followed by more of his. The piss I’d already drank was like a weight in my gut, I felt like a water balloon and I knew I already needed another piss.

I lay there, being good. The fact that I knew Drake liked my grunting only made me whine more. Alex didn’t object. The two of them chilled for a bit and finally I didn’t have to swallow anymore down. Not that I stopped tasting it. I still felt the tears in my eyes and the sweat of my exertions across my body. The funnel hood remained locked on me and I was praying that they’re bladders were large enough to not need to go again anytime soon.

But soon, the football match ended, the padlock keeping me down was unlocked and I literally skidded across the tiles in the kitchen floor to my water bowl, dunking my head in guzzling it down in huge mouth falls with their laughing voices ringing in my ears. The cool water was amazing against my dry throat, resting there on my belly as I gulped down every last drop, looking up to the two of them panting; the pair of them in their bikers gear made my cock strain but I’d long been used to that now… not that it didn’t make me grimace when it strained.

I shakily got back up and crawled over to them, looking up a little nervous; hoping I’d done enough to please them, praying that I’d drank enough of their piss at least for today. I got picked up and sandwiched between the two of them on the sofa as they kissed, rubbed and scratched me. I guess that answers that. Their leather coats squeaked and rubbed against each other; the same cold rough fabric feeling amazing on my body, still feeling the effects of last night.

I pawed at my cage and gave a little whimper, and thankfully they got the message as Alex got to his feet, retrieved my chain leash and lead me out into the garden to a nearby bush. I was too tired to worry about being seen at this point. I knew his garden was well sheltered anyway, and I was all too happy to let Alex open my catheter and relive myself. It was easier this time to raise my leg and support myself; I could see Drake from the doorway to the kitchen and could spot his growing member under his tight jeans twitch.

But his cock wasn’t my goal tonight. I’d already sucked it once, no, today I was going to suck on Alex’s. No matter what it took.

Back indoors, Drake was the first to take off his Jacket and shirt, revealing his furry belly and his perked nipples.

“Sit,” and I obeyed instantly, looking up at the pair of them as they stood over me.

“Think its time? Think he ready?” Drake asked.

“Almost.” Alex disappeared, returning with my hood. I took the cock gag in my mouth without question, without complaint.

“Now, he’s ready.”

My heart skipped a beat. Standing in front of the door was enough to make me shake in anticipation. The door. Listening to the thick bolt slide free, and the heavy door creak open dramatically. Oh god, this was really happening. Oh Jesus.

It was dark… and it was stairs. Drake gently nudged me to the doorway with his leg, letting me get a good long lingering look at the stairway down into… into Alex’s personal playroom. Into heaven and hell. Thankfully the stairs were carpet as I took my first trembling step down, and then the next. Alex was close behind, holding my leash taut making sure I didn’t tumble or get too far ahead.

I was about halfway down when I could start to smell it; leather, musk, piss, sex, sweat… so many aromas mixed together. It smelt like a nightclub; one of those special kind of nightclubs. Not that I’d ever been to one. The carpet ended on the last step and suddenly the floor became foam, lightly squishing beneath my hands. We were greeted with another door, painted pitch black with only one large keyhole in it. I turned behind me, up at Alex who was holding one massive brass key in his hand.

“Ready Shaggy?” of course! I was soooo Ready for this!

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Metal would like to thank Pup Shaggy for this story!