By Pup Shaggy

I took it all in. I was lost for words, even if I wasn’t gagged I wouldn’t have been able to say anything. I sat on my haunches staring trying to decide what to look at. A part of me was almost worried I’d spent too much time imagining what was down here that I was going to disappoint myself when I saw it… I didn’t. If anything I hadn’t been creative enough.

The space was massive, probably the length and width of his entire house. 3 of the walls were painted with thick black lines made to look like prison bars. The forth was plain concrete and was decorated with hooks, shelves and a case of so many things I wasn’t even sure what most of them were. There wasn’t a single window; a single clock, there was nothing to tell the passing of time. Nothing. Every speckle of light was artificial, raining down from the long dirty fluorescent tubes hidden amongst the mass of beams and chains spread across the ceiling.

On the far wall of the left of me was a wall of bars, like a prison wall, only behind it I could see 4 more doors; two pitch black like the entrance, another one made of more bars and the forth heavy metal. It was all sort of hard to make out, there was so much to see, I was afraid the room was going to change and I would have missed something if my gaze wasn’t constantly moving. I was lost in the place and it took Alex to laugh, walk up beside me and come down on his knees; literally talking into my ear to snap me back.

“Everything you thought it’d be pup?” I didn’t know what to say. How the hell could he even afford all this stuff? No job pays this well. It was like I walked onto the set of a porno, only there were no cameras and no spectators. Why the hell was none of this on his online profile? I mean seriously!? If I had a dungeon like this, I’d be living in it… and I’d make sure everyone knew about it.

The list would go on forever if I told you it all. I picked up the nerve to start wandering around, looking back to Alex constantly for assurance… He stayed on his knees as he watched, his eyes warm and his smile telling me to explore. Drake was his usual self; standing over both of us with a massive grin and an impatient tap of his boot. The largest thing and probably the best place to start was easily the bondage bed; a huge metal frame supporting a thick rubber clad mattress, chains, rope and a paddle all dangling from the frame that supported it off the floor. Not unlike the one upstairs, only this one had no cages hidden beneath it; only boxes of toys and gear and lube.

Up against the opposite wall was an examination table, and I got an almost creepy ‘vetinarian’ vibe from it. There was a fuck bench, a stockade; the sleep-sack…no, a pile of sleep-sacks in the corner: as I said, I’d be here forever telling you what was down here. By now, Alex had dragged a bondage chair across the space and sat it in the middle of the room. He sat on it, staring at me patiently, while Drake too watched me intently. Was I supposed to be saying stuff or do something? Hopefully my leaking locked cock dribbling out pre would be enough on how I was feeling. It’s not like I could have said anything anyway because of the muzzle. In a way it made me happy I was muzzled; I knew I couldn’t say anything so I wasn’t expected to… it was a huge relief at this point.

I came to the wall made of bars, squishing my nose through the bars to peer beyond, but I wanted to get a closer look – as you would – eventually spotting the prison like door up against the far wall and so I came around to get a better look at the four rooms beyond. The two black painted doors were first, then there was another prison door and then the metal one at the far end. The first looked like a bathroom; the walls checker-boarded with black and white tiles. It was easy to spot the array of funnel and piss gags because they were all on display next to the toilet. The next room looked like a storage room of some sort; lockers along one wall and…. Dog crates… along the other. Thin metal crates stacked on top of each other; some open, some containing a bag or a box of something, others empty and locked shut. I was quickly getting the idea that they must rent this space out for parties and get-togethers… And then started wandering how many friends he had… being surrounded by other pups, other boys, other doms… I was already starting to lose it.

The next door was just plain bars, and I was eager to poke my nose through and see inside. It was bare and empty; pretty much the way you’d expect a prison cell to look, albeit with more chains and metal cuffs… not to mention the leather muzzle sprawled out on the edge of the flimsy bed. The bed looked uncomfy and the mattress too thin. Even the single bulb light flickered annoyingly over the space. Put it this way, I would much rather spend a night in the cage under Alex’s bed than locked in here. At least I thought that way until I came to the last room on the very end. As I approached, I could see how thick this door really was. Calling it a ‘metal door’ didn’t do it justice. This was no door, this was a metal slab that just happened to be on a hinge. But luckily for me, it was open, and I slowly and cautiously approached, curious what would be beyond.

This had to be a dream. I mean seriously, this was… too good to be true. Or maybe it was too good. What’s the catch? There had to be. Was I dead? Had I died and gone to heaven? Would they permit this in heaven?! This could not be real.

He had a literal, fricking isolation cell, in his basement! There was nothing but concrete; cold, unfeeling, rough, dirty… it looked like a room that was put in during construction but never finished. The only finished thing was the door and the lone metal hoop in the centre of the space… A length of chain trailing from it to the door… and at the end? A steel metal collar; thick and scary… it laid there in front of me, barely half a metre from my paw.

“Quite something isn’t it Shaggy?” Alex’s voice was beside me in my ear and his gloved hand resting on my back. I felt myself swaying into him a little. I was a-wash with feelings, mainly two. I don’t need to tell you that one of them was arousal; that room was incredible. But more than that was fear, and a part of me began to regret what I agreed to. Feeling the panic slowly rise in my gut.

Alex was a serious BDSM player. I guess I never realised how serious… until now. This cell was not something you’d build if you weren’t truly invested in… in this. And I’d just asked to be a part of it. I looked up at him, and I knew he could see the doubt running through my head, behind my eyes. But Alex being Alex, he’d expected it. He smiled, gave me a scratch, patted my head and led me by my leash back to the centre of the space; where Drake was now sitting on the end of the bed. Sporting a huge grin and a tent under his trousers.

“Sit,” Alex said, pointing directly in front of the chair he’d pulled out into the room. I obeyed, resting my butt on the cold matted floor, watching Alex as he turned, sitting himself down in the chair. He stared at me with a smile, holding onto my leash tightly.

I just stared back. There were too many things going through my head to focus; too many situations playing out in my mind. The three of us just sat there for a while in silence. Absolute silence. It was unnerving and I found myself longing for that blasted ticking clock.

But Alex stood up, un-clipped my collar and directed himself and Drake out the door. “Let’s leave him alone for a bit. Think he needs a chance to cool.” And the door closed behind them. I heard the thick heavy bolts of the door slide shut and lock… not to mention the thud of Drakes boot-steps travel up the stairs and then the distant thud of the second door. So here I was, alone.

In a world, that was definitely not my own.

‘I asked for this’

That was all that kept going through my head. ‘I asked for this’.

He was right, I needed to chill. To relax. And where else would a pup go than to a cage? I barely even looked at the room as I scampered out back, through one of the black doors in the storage room of lockers and leapt into the first dog crate I could find. I curled up, closed my eyes and just focused on breathing.

I was freaking out. You would too. I was expecting a single dirty basement, a few toys; maybe a fuck bench and that was it. Not a ruddy bondage store. Yes, I was aroused. If I hadn’t the cage on my cock – that would have been killing me if I wasn’t having a panic attack – I’d have been pawing off like a mad horny little pup…. But it was… a lot… and it meant a lot.

It told me ‘Master Alex’ was not going to be gentle with anyone down here. I’d just crawled into the witches oven, and now, I had to deal with the flames.

For goodness sake breathe dude. I laid there, trying not to think. Curled up in that cage, breathing. And then I reminded myself that I was muzzled and there was a massive silicon dog cock in my mouth. So I sucked. And sucked and sucked, like I was going to melt it. It soothed me, gave me something to work on. To think about. And it worked, more or less. When I opened my eyes again, my breathing had calmed, I’d stopped shaking, and I no longer felt like my heart was about to jump out my chest and run off with its middle finger up at me… But then it’d be in trouble as we’d been locked down here.

I checked out the room I was cowering in and the tiny flimsy cage I had chosen as my safe place. I almost kicked myself. Somehow, I’d actually leapt up off the floor into one of the cages on the second row. I don’t even remember that. Beneath me was another cage containing a box full of books.

Why was I panicking? Sure it was a surprise, but this wasn’t bad. This was a good thing. Wasn’t it? Remember how much fun you had with the sleep-sack? And the strait-jacket? How amazing that felt, behind helpless and compressed on all sides… blocked off from the world… only able to sense the touch of someone’s hand. That was, indescribable. So this down here, it just meant I had more things to look forward to. This was good.

So yes, I’m in the witch’s flames of her oven… But I’m going to get a damn good tan and come out golden.

So out I crawled, gently lowering myself to the floor, checking out the storage space better… taking it slow. Most of the lockers were empty, I assumed they all were. The room was thin, and besides the crates and the lockers there wasn’t much else to see. Draped over one locker at the end was a jacket, although it was too small for Drake or Alex… Probably left behind by someone. Hidden behind the door was a pair of plain boots… seriously high boots, I mean we’re talking thigh high. But there was nothing else for me to see or explore… and there were too many boxes to go through.

I swallowed. Sure it was scary… but this was going to be awesome Shaggy. So I left the safety of the storage annex and re-entered the dungeon. I must of spent a good hour just exploring, poking and prodding at the various pieces of equipment; looking at the various dildos that were on display, the whips, paddles, canes all hanging in rows; few of them stuck in my head as the long vicious looking whip and a dildo bigger than my arm… I crawled around, poking at the piles of leather that sat in a chest of draws; and soon enough I spotted the cat suits. In the far corner there was a cupboard, and curiosity got the better of me as I peered inside. There were a couple of skin tight suits; different colours and designs, some had gloves, others had feet and some had neither… most were black but some had red stripes plus they all seemed to weigh differently.

My head was in the cupboard when I heard the front door groan open and out came Alex’s head.

“Hey there Shaggy, feeling better?” I ran up to him happily, grunting and barking through the muzzle. He laughed, probably as relieved as I was. Happy, he came in fully, closing the door behind him. He’d taken his jacket and his shirt off, but had kept on the gloves and had also buckled on a harness on himself. He looked at me with a grin, as I looked back to him, wagging my butt feeling my chastity bounce against my thighs.

“I know, it’s alright.” He came to his knees. “You definitely feeling better pup?”

‘mruff!’

“Good boy. Enjoying your Masters playroom?” I barked again, leading him to the cupboard of cat suits; trying to give my best puppy eyes. He just laughed and gave me another scratch.

“All in good time boy. But…” he paused. “…you sure your better?” I nodded. “Coz… I want to play a game. Pup want to play a game?” Of course I did! After my panic attack had left, I remembered all the reasons why I wanted to be down here. And why I was doing this… and who for. So he came to his knees again and started whispering, a coy smile on his face.

“Good. Well, I want to see how many hits I can get in before Drake finds us.” He turned his head towards the wall of canes and whips, me following his gaze. I looked back at him, feeling myself gulp.

‘wruff?’

“I’ll take it easy… at first…your job is to be quiet. You think we can reach 20 Shaggy?” Like I was going to say no… even after a panic attack. I booped him with the nose of my hood, and he chuckled. Without any more words said between us, he directed me over to the centre of the space, reaching up for a chain bolted to the ceiling. I didn’t need to be told what to do. Up I got on my feet – for the first time in ages – reaching up for the chain. He stared at me with a smile as he locked my wrist cuffs to a link in the chain, patted my head, and then grabbed the muzzle holding me firm so he could stare deep in me. I stared back, feeling my leg shake.

This was it. Here we go.

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Metal would like to thank Pup Shaggy for this story!