By Pup Shaggy

The first strike was gentle. It hit across my back diagonally from my shoulder blades to my waist. It didn’t hurt, I turned my head as much as I could to see Alex standing there winking at me, standing there with the flogger in his hand, delivering another blow… this time harder. So far this was easy… but then the third struck and it started to sting a bit making me grunt.

I shuffled a little, pulling weakly at the chain over me just to settle myself. And then the forth hit me… that one I felt. I could feel my legs start to shake, feeling my arse quiver. I was sucking in a gasp of air when the fifth struck me and I couldn’t help but yelp loudly. He’d kept hitting me with stronger intensity, and the fifth strike almost lined up with the first making it sting even harsher. Alex was quick to come to my side with a smile, scratching the hood in between my ears.

“Shhh, good boy, now that you know what it feels like…” he left me a second to return, and after a quick re-adjustment, my hood was now a plain dog-hood; no gag, no gas-mask attachment, just a hollow long nose full of fresh air. Of course, I still had to be quiet, but I was free to speak. Mainly I think it was just for me to tell Alex to stop if I’d had enough. My whimpers were still slightly muffled so that was all good.

Now, it got serious and it took all my strength to hold back. Thankfully I could still whimper and grunt behind a grimace.

“Lets get to 20 pup, make me proud.” Alex told me. Each strike with the flogger seemed to get worse and sting harder and harder till it just full on hurt, making my arms shake and my legs flail about. I wanted to make Alex proud though, trying my hardest to stay quiet as I could. I tried to stretch myself out, make myself as rigid as possible… but that just seemed to make it worse.

Alex must have been hitting me harder as well because it was just getting worse. The hood –although hollow – still sent my breathing erratic with each hit, leaving me gasping for more air till the next hit came in and knocked it all out of me again. I tugged at the chains over me, as if I could pull the rafter down on top of me. I could feel a tear escaping my eye dribbling down my cheek and I’d started to flinch every time a gasp of wind brushed up against my back. I felt my body shiver and heard Alex somewhere behind me laughing every time I quivered; he started teasing me, gently giving my back a scratch with the flogger chuckling as my body instinctively jolted.

I must have been at 15 when I started shaking my head. I didn’t want it to stop, I wanted to impress Alex…. But that being said… my back was on fire. Alex patted me calmly, whispered in my ear.

“There’s a good boy, you’re a good dog Shaggy. You’re alright. Come on, you can take 5 more.” I think mostly, I just needed a break to catch my breath. I think he knew that too as soon as his gloved hand stroked my back. Again I flinched, expecting his touch would burn and hurt me… but it didn’t in the slightest. In fact, the cool smooth leather up against my beaten back was soothing than anything. I looked back at him, trying to look confident… It was only when he laughed and patted me that I realised… I was smiling.

So, with that settled, he left my side, stepped back and went about giving me the ‘last’ five hits. Sure it hurt, but the fact I was smiling somehow gave me confidence. I don’t know where it had come from… but the fact that a part of me – no matter how small – was enjoying this… made it easier.

16 hit me and I gulped down my yelp. 17… it still hurt and stung, but now Alex was giving me longer breaks between each strike to let me recover.

But then as soon as strike number 18 hit my back, the door to the dungeon swung open and in strolled Drake.

“What are you two doing down here without me?” Drake asked, his hands crossed across his chest, seeing my deflated and defeated gaze back at him. Alex laughed.

“Aww, we didn’t reach 20. Oh well, next time Shaggy.”

“20?!” Drake burst, “come on, make his first time an actual challenge!” Drake stomped over to me giving my back a slap. Again, it didn’t hurt… but I don’t think that impressed him. He gave me a smile, a creepy smile.

“You can do much better than 20, can’t you Shaggy?” I didn’t react, I just looked back to Alex who was standing behind him, grinning. Drake grabbed my nose yanking my gaze back to him.

“Can’t you Shaggy?” My back stung, sure… but it wasn’t all that bad in the grand scheme of things. So, without much thought going into it, I nodded as best I could and Drake patted – almost slapped- the side of my face.

“See? He’s fine, come on.”

“Just take it easy Drake,” and Alex past the flogger to Drake who looked at it with disgust.

“You’ve been pup-less for too long, you’ve gone soft.” Without any warning, Drake gave me his first strike and the surprise got me more than the hit. I yelped, flailing my legs about as the after-shocks rippled across my back.

“You haven’t even tied him down right,” Drake said, making one trip over to the concrete wall bringing back a steel spreader bar and quickly clipping my ankle cuffs to the solid metal beam spreading my legs wide apart. All it took was one clip connecting the bar to the floor and I was rooted where I was.

It didn’t make it any easier for me; somehow the fact I couldn’t move made it hurt more. Drake wasn’t nearly as gentle as Alex was, and nor did he care about me being quiet.

“What did you say, 20? Alright, let’s make it 30… starting now.” Drake’s words hit my ears and each hit struck my back like nothing I’d felt before. I’m not exactly a violent guy, hell I’ve never even been in a fight before. I’m not even sure if I’ve thrown a punch before… but there was nothing that felt like this.

“Count for me Dog!” Drake yelled at me, striking me again. I wasn’t about to disobey him, not here, not now.

“Two!” I yelled through the hood, hoping the first of his hits still counted. They didn’t.

“Start at one dog! And call me Sir!” he struck again.

“One Sir,” I grunted through gritted teeth.

“I can’t hear you bitch!”

“One Sir!” I yelled, each time the flogger struck me made my sore aching back burn like it was on fire. Each and every time, I yanked at the chain over me, pulled at the bar between my legs but I was going nowhere. And every time, there was nothing I could do to shield my back from his assault.

“Three Sir!… Five Sir!” My back was seriously on fire now and my face was wet with tears. I couldn’t even hear anything anymore over the sound of my panting and gasping.

My eyes crept open for a second… and I saw Alex, standing right in front of me. Right in front of me, easily within arms distance. He was standing there grinning, his bare arms crossed across his chest, the belts of his harness encasing his fur. He outstretched a hand, cupping my muzzle upwards keeping my head level and my gaze upwards.

Everything else didn’t matter. I forgot it all. University; work; family… All I knew was Alex and my desire to please him, to make him proud… to impress him… to be a good pup for him. I admit, I’d thought about yelling out for them to stop, pleading for mercy… several times… but seeing Alex there, holding me in one hand… I knew just what I had to do. There was only one thought in my head.

‘Take it Shaggy. You asked for this, so fucking take it. For Alex, and for yourself.’

So I did. After each time Drake struck my back with that flogger, I yelled out the number and ‘Sir’ as loud as I could, panting heavily to catch my breath, readying myself to do it again for the next hit. It was a routine and I got quite good at sucking in air, letting it all out as I yelled as the leather burned across my shoulder blades and then blurting out the number followed by ‘Sir’ as loud as I could.

With Alex standing there, holding my head up, feeling his fingers under my chin. I was going to do this.

“10 Sir!… 16 Sir… 21 Sir!…” I started yelling out ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ with each hit too, but neither of them seemed to object. I was around hit number 25 when I spotted Alex had pulled his rock hard cock out from the zipper in his jeans and was stroking it eagerly in front of me with his free hand. He growled at me and I smiled as best I could back at him, shouting out more profanity the higher up we got.

The last three were the hardest. Drake purposely hit me with all he had, and I reeled about in my bondage trying to steady myself. Alex had to hold the hood of my nose in both of his gloved hands to keep my head still. By now, my back was just one giant mess of pain. The hits had blended into each other and the flogger seemed to add little more than a sudden burst to what felt like a boiling towel laid out on my back.

When 30 finally struck me, I went limp in Alex’s hands and he scratched my forehead appreciatively.

“Good boy.” He cooed down at me, Drake coming up behind me, wrapping his own meaty arms around my chest and pulling my grounded body into his own rotund chest. I whimpered and winced as his chest hair tickled each of their strikes against my back. The both of them laughed as they cradled me, my head squished up against Alex’s chest as I gathered myself and my thoughts.

“Not bad Shaggy, not bad.” I heard Drakes voice over me, and I tried to wag my butt in reply. I dangled there in both their arms, feeling their body hair against my smooth body. I wasn’t thinking clearly, but I knew I’d reached 30 strikes… and yet…I knew we weren’t done…

“I think it’s your turn Master Alex.”

“Sure, but I’m going to give his back a break. Also, get me a gag; I’ve heard enough words coming out of this dog’s mouth for one day.” The two of them left me, returning once more to the concrete wall covered in toys, leaving me to twist my head as best I could so I could follow them.

“Gimmie one of your socks,” Drake asked Alex, who unlaced his thick boots off and passed both of the socks to him with a grin. “Here’s two,” he said with a smirk, quickly sliding his now bare feet back into his boots as Drake swaggered back over to me. He winked at me with a grin, unlocking the hood from my head just enough so he could slip one of the socks in my mouth. The sock was rank with sweat and musk, somehow making my mouth go dry as soon as it was stuffed inside; even though as soon as I chewed it a little, sweat run out of it like a sponge. With only enough room in my mouth for one of the massive ankle high socks, Drake balled up the other and stuffed it into the nose of the hood, pulling it back down over my face where it had been and locking it even tighter. Now muffled and silenced further, I could only breathe through my nose, buried deep into the fabric. I shook my head disapprovingly, trying to use my tongue to push it back out but only achieved to push more sweat out in my awaiting mouth. Drake ruffled my head laughing.

By now, as I looked back over to Alex, he’d got his boots laced back up, and had chosen a large solid paddle off the wall.

“I got to admit, I’ve been thinking about how much better this arse would look if it was red.” Alex said with a grin, Drake chuckled back.

“Sure, red covered in welts.”

“Let’s just start with red.” He rested the flat wooden paddle on my arse cheeks, giving me a light little pat with it. “Stick out that arse Shaggy,” and I did, presenting my arse as best I could for Alex; arching my back.

Alex wasted no time getting started, planting his first hit square across my cheeks. Where the flogger was focused on a specific area, the paddle just struck my entire arse in one hit making me reel forwards. Instantly I got scolded, and had to stick my arse out for the next hit. I had no clue how many hits were coming, how long I’d have to stand like this… It somehow felt worse because I could no longer yell. It took all I had to stick my arse out for Alex’s assault on my arse, at least I knew he was enjoying himself…

Because each hit covered me entire arse, they quickly started to layer up and after about 5 or 6, I was already whimpering and trying to yell. But of course every time I bit down, my tongue got assaulted with sweat and each time I sucked in air, my nose was greeted with a torrent of raw musk. I shook my head from side to side, pulled at the chain over my head, my feet would have been in the air if it weren’t for the spreader-bar and lock keeping them and me grounded. At one point, Drake came around in front of me and sat on the end of the bed. It was hard to miss his cock in his hand as he stroked it eagerly, the biggest grin on his face as he stared, enjoying my pained expressions and my feeble attempts to struggle.

I wasn’t counting each hit. I was just trying to take it… and somehow that made it all go faster because Alex was behind me giving my chest a rub with his cold leather clad hands, shh-ing in my ear before I knew we’d finished. All I could do was whimper back to him, feeling my legs quiver beneath me. I rested my head against one of his arms, still trying to catch my breath.

“Who’s my good dog?” He asked me, over and over. I grunted.

“Yeah, you are. Look Shaggy, we’re almost done. Drake is going to get us one last toy, and you’re going to keep being a good pup and take another… 40 hits…” 40!? Something in my snapped and I instantly became a blubbering whimpering mess, shaking my head in disapproval. But Alex was there to comfort me.

“I know, I know…” he started. But I wasn’t giving him any time to talk as my head flailed and my incomprehensible begging became just flat out noise. He roughly grabbed the nose of the hood, yanked my head back so I was still and waited till I calmed myself down. “Hush dog, you can take it boy, I know you can. You’ve already taken alot, you can do another 40, I know you can.” He came around in front of me, still holding my head up so he could stare into my pleading eyes… and I stared back.

“I know you can do this.” I didn’t know if I could… everything about me ached; my thighs from the way I’d been spread, my ankles and wrists from where I’d struggled, my jaw from trying to yell. My back and arse seemed to just fit right in.

Staring at his eyes, I was seconds away from shaking my head and telling them no… mere seconds, but I stopped myself. This would be were others quit. They’d apologise for it, they’d feel like crap, but they’d quit. They’d had enough and they’d want to just relax. I’d already been contemplating that scenario. But, then what? I doubt Alex or Drake would be mad at me. They’d forgive me, hell there’s more than one way to punish a pup and they already knew I was ‘willing’ to drink their piss. I felt like, I achieved their goal, I’d made Alex proud… but… what about me? Was I satisfied?

After this long, all this waiting and longing… I had to at-least try, right? I mean, I wasn’t going to back out now. Not now. Not after everything. So I gave a big sigh, looked him dead in the eyes and nodded. He gave me a grin, kissed my forehead, and then blinded my vision with a strip of leather hastily wrapped around my hood, over the eyeholes.

I could track where each of them were in the room; the cushioned floor did little to hide the noise their boots made as the stomped about. Drake was somewhere to the right of me, probably getting the next ‘toy’ and Alex? There was a sudden whirring over me and my hands got pulled upwards into the ceiling. Not by much, but it was enough that I was now standing on tip-toes; stretched out with my arms to the ceiling and my legs to the floor. No longer could I stick my arse out, or flail. I felt like I was on a tanning rack.

Mostly it was the anticipation that made me forget about my sore arse and back. I knew more of it was coming. But I had no idea when… or with what for that matter. I heard some whispering behind me – hushed voices – but they were too muffled by the hood for me to pick up what was said clearly. More footsteps, more whispering… someone came around in front of me, gave my chest a stroke. I assumed it was Alex at first because of the gloves, but then I couldn’t remember if Drake was still wearing his… But I didn’t just get a stroke. Taking his time, teasing my body, he pinched my left nipple which made me wince a little. And then I heard clinking. Feeling cold metal and then suddenly, sharp pain as a nipple clamp hooked into my flesh. I whimpered – about all I could do – as he went to the other nipple and did the same. I felt the harsh clamps tighten into me, crushing my tits in their vice. There must have been a chain attaching them too; whomever giving it a few quick jabs to incite a reaction from me… and then all went quiet. The wait was unbearable. I was left with nothing but the pain in my chest as the clamps held on fiercely, the pain consistent like a burn. I just dangled there like a piece of meat, my mind jumping between the pain I was experiencing, and the pain I knew was coming… So as you can imagine, as soon as I felt anything against my back, I jumped like a new born rabbit. It wasn’t even a hit, more of a gentle stroke. Just so I could feel what I was about to be struck with. It was long, it was cold and it was thin…. An actual whip? Maybe? Noo, that’d be….. a single word crossed my mind: ‘serious’. What had I said about Alex, and his dungeon of kink? It was serious…. And thus, he must be serious… My heart dropped like lead.

I struggled a little, trying to turn my head, like that’d help in the slightest. It kept stroking across my back, letting me feel more and more of it… and the more I felt, the more I confirmed it was a whip… an actual, terrifying whip.

I don’t think I’d struggled this hard in my life, and the fact I was throwing myself about so much made the nipple clamps jump about as well, which only made my shrieking even more hoarse. But with the way I was stretched out, I was going literally nowhere. I couldn’t pull my toes off the floor, my hands any further down from the ceiling, nor could I move away in any direction. I was stuck. My whimpers were loud and incomprehensible, my head was flying about so fast I think the blindfold was almost going to slip off. I just heard laughing behind me and the whip left my back.

I was frantically struggling so much that I just made it worse on myself. So that when whatever it was did strike me, the fact that I flinched and was expecting it made me yell so loud I almost coughed on the sock in my mouth. It took my mind a good minute to catch up and realise that what hit me wasn’t the whip. Sure it was long, but it was more like a cross between the two: long flat leather but it felt like it came in two parts. I later found out it was called a ‘Tawse’.

And then I heard Alex and Drake behind me laugh their arses off and I felt like an idiot. They didn’t give a chance to relax though as soon as my body went limp, expecting this was going to be easy, the next strike came and my body clenched back up. Their laughter’s echoed in my ears, and I whimpered feebly as I quickly learnt that 40 hits on my back, on top of the 30 it had already sustained was not going to be easy. I tried to count them, but the pain quickly became too much and my brain failed to catch up after each strike. I was like a rug, stretched out, being beaten with one of those sticks because I was dirty. The way I jolted about and wriggled after each hit certainly is an apt-description.

I must have been around 20 when I started to proper shout and scream. Yanking at my cuffs as much as I was made my wrists and my ankles hurt like hell, still my back and arse were worse. The socks in my mouth did little to distract me, although they certainly silenced me. I couldn’t even taste that sweat anymore. I could certainly smell the other sock in the nose of my hood though. It was all I could smell. The nipple clamps were bliss compared to everything else. I had to start psyching myself for this because at this point I was a quivering mess, and whatever ‘calm, gentle’ demeanour Alex had was well out of the window at this point – if there was any windows down here that is – He seemed to be enjoying himself, and I guess that was the goal. So then came 30… 35…

God knows what I must have looked like at this point. ‘A wreck’ comes to mind. I was so out of it I didn’t even know they’d finished, dangling there trying to catch my breath through sock, sweat, and the leather hood.

I flinched instantly as Alex’s hand stroked up my back. This time, it hurt. I winced and whimpered, shivering as that gloved hand slowly stroked up my back. He got closer and eventually, I felt his two powerful arms wrap around my chest and his rugged, stubble covered chin resting on my shoulder.

I winced and yelped as his arms brushed against the nipple clamps, still clinging on for dear life. He didn’t say anything, not at first, he just hugged me, letting the fur on his chest tickle at my sore, brutalized back and his arms hold me in tight against his chest. I think he was just listening to my breath. I tried saying something… I’m not sure what it was but I remember trying to say something and he shushed me.

“It’s alright puppy, you did very well. You’re my good dog.” One of his hands reached up to my forehead and started giving me a light scratch. Not that I could actually feel his fingers through the full head hood but I got the idea. Mostly I think I just dangled there. I was exhausted, and all I’d done was struggled… and yelled. But I took it all, without asking them to stop, legitimately anyway.

I just dangled there, still strung up like that rug, Alex behind cuddling me. The blindfold blacked out everything, all I had was his touch around me, his voice in my ear and his handiwork on my back. It took me a while. A long while – we’re talking weeks here – to realise that throughout all of this, I’d been smiling. I took it, I was satisfied. I impressed myself after that.

So when I felt my arms released over me, and the spreader bar removed, I fell back against Alex, feeling all the energy leave my body in an instant. He still didn’t say anything, I had no clue where Drake was either until I heard the sound of something heavy being moved. Still no words, Alex gently ushered me forward by the chain of my nipple clamps, my feet dragging along the cushioned floor. I whimpered and feebly grunted as they were gently tugged forward, I following them like a leash.

A hand on my shoulder stopped me and then the same hands lifted me off the floor with ease onto something soft and cushioned. It felt like more leather, but they were good pillows that almost swallowed me as I lay down on them.

“On your back Shaggy.” I winced and moaned again, feeling each and every one of their strikes across my back brush up against the pillows of… whatever it was I was lying on. There was a bigger pillow beneath my head too, which I was all too happy to lie in.

It was a light respite however as both Drake and Alex quickly got to work buckling me down again; my wrist and ankle cuffs first, still sore from my earlier excursions and then equipping me with more cuffs: one for my thighs, another for my upper arms; them too all locked down tightly. In the end, my arms were up over my head, my legs stretched out limply beneath me. I hadn’t struggled or questioned I just lay there. I was too out of it to care.

I heard whispers over my head… maybe they weren’t whispers but actual words, I don’t know. I think I was about to fall asleep when I felt those hands again, gently stroking my chest, tweaking my nipples, playing with the clamps a little, fondling my balls out from my chastity cage, scratching my feet, my legs. It was relaxing, and beyond nice, but it kept me awake.

More words spoken, one set of hands left me… And then sharp tugging to my nipples again. One hand pressed down on my forehead, pushing me into the pillow and I got the idea of what was going to happen pretty fast. One deep breath I took was all the preparation I was allowed as they pulled the clamp off my left nipple. I yanked at the bonds of my new situation, barely getting an inch in any direction, the hand on my head keeping me firmly pressed down into the pillow and my head still. The only thing that moved was my mouth, releasing another pain fuelled yell.

Seconds went past and I went through it all again as the other clamp was pulled free, reducing me to a grunting whimpering, sobbing mess, eventually going limp, thanking the universe that I only had two nipples. The blood rushed back to them with their help, making me yelp and howl once more as one of them gave each a good pat and a slight tweak.

Satisfied, both of them stroked my body letting me calm down and relax again. Their leather clad hands sliding over my body soothing the Goosebumps with their touch…. “You still with us pup?” I heard Drakes voice over me. I’d drifted off… Or passed out, I’m not sure which one. But I grunted in reply, nodding my head. “Just checking,” he chuckled. I shook my head, a part of me still unconscious. And then I felt a hand in a place…. I hadn’t felt in a while… my cock! They’d taken the chastity cage off! I could feel those leather clad fingers wrap themselves around my bone, and I didn’t need to tell you I was already getting hard. When had that happened?

The two of them laughed at each other.

“Just a second Shaggy, just getting this catheter out. Don’t pee on me okay?” The sensation was just like before, only in reverse. That bloated feeling in my gut disappeared, suddenly feeling empty without it. Slowly, that long flimsy tube slithered out of my cock, I could feel the balloon at the end of it pass through the sphincter in my bladder, stretching out my urethra only the smallest of fractions wider as it’s made its way out. And then it was gone.

My cock was free. Again. It had only been one day sure, and I’d been in chastity much longer than that, but I felt a huge relief take flight, and I guess a part of me must have realised that I’d had to have done something right for them to take it off. Whoever was holding my cock wanked it a few times making me struggle, but then stopped as they took the base of the chastity off and left me lying there.

I was offered something to drink and I nodded and whimpered meekly in reply. “Don’t say a word pup, kay? Or we’ll put that cage right back on.” So I didn’t, letting them take the nose of the hood off, pry the –now bone dry – socks from my mouth and pass me a bottle of water with a squirty lid. I suckled on it like an infant, relishing the cool refreshing liquid. Thankfully it was just water this time, I bet Drake would have wanted to feed me his piss again.

After the bottle was taken away, I got a quick scratch to my chin and I licked the glove to say thank you. After that, my old friend Mr. cock-gag was back and I was silenced. I was dead, or good as at this point. I just lay there, willing myself back to sleep, to rest. Alex and Drake talked for a bit but I didn’t listen. I was probably falling asleep again by the time either of them touched me again.

This time, not leather though… more like latex. They clasped hold of my cock again, and I flat out panicked. They were feeding something back into my cock. I thought they were putting the chastity cage back on me. There was little I could have done to dissuade them though. Even if I wasn’t tied down.

“Shhh, don’t worry pup.” It was Alex. “This isn’t your cage, this your reward.” Instantly I went limp again, and he was right to be fair; Whatever it was barely got to the end of my hard cock before it stopped, something else coming around the base of my penis and balls to complete the circuit. Then, something cold got slathered onto and under my balls. I was enjoying it until someone gave them a hard pat, leaving what felt like a pad stuck to my left nut. Quickly doing the same with my right.

I was too out of it to really figure out what the hell they were doing until it was too late, and suddenly my balls and cock burst into life. It was like a million tiny spiders were dancing over my balls… and inside my balls too. I strained, pulling at my bindings and groaned pleasurably as the electric current massaged my genitalia. The two of them chuckled a little, patting my chest and my leg.

I couldn’t really feel it in my cock at first, but then the sensation slowly started to increase like a wave, starting at the root of my cock, travelling up my shaft and ending at the top, where it went back and started again. The feeling was amazing, needless to say, my grunts and groans just about all I could do to signal I was enjoying it.

“Shaggy like his reward?” I nodded, lost in a deep growl, in the feeling of it. My cock had been locked up for a day, only a day and this felt like a massage by angels. Part of me wonders how this would feel after weeks, if not months of chastity. It slowly was getting more intense too, the feeling slowly growing from spiders dancing around… to needles poking… to them digging in.

It didn’t take much for the electric current to bounce from joyous, to painful, to agony as the current grew harsher. My groans and grunts became whimpers and struggling as I started fighting again. I felt a hand on my head again, pushing me back down into the pillow.

The blindfold was taken off, and there was Alex’s amorous grin over me, licking his lips. Smiling as I grimaced back up at him.

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it dog; your cock has been rock hard and is that pre?” I felt a long slow tender swipe from a latex glove up my shaft, and he brought it to his lips sucking on his finger. The whole while, the current getting stronger, peaking out, and then going back down again.

“You love being tortured as much as I love torturing you Shaggy.” And he leant down, kissing my forehead. “You’re my little torture bitch, free to do with as I will, and you love every second of it.” Another kiss. He was right, every word of it. I was his completely. His hand remained there, not letting me lean up and look at my painful erection, which the two of them seemed almost too happy to play with.

“Told you you’ve gone soft.” Drake said from below me. It must originally have been Drake controlling the current because as soon as he moved, he passed the control box to Alex, who nestled it down beside me and started playing with it himself. He’d slowly increase it at times, making me grunt and groan and then whimper, building until with no warning, he’d drop it again, making me relax, and as soon as I’d relax, he’d send it shooting up again.

I was a toy at this point. Not even able to move; strapped down only able to make half-intelligible noises. The while, Drake was moving about and I soon enough found out why. A blob of lube was squelched between my legs, up against my hole, fingers pushing their way inside my arse to stretch it all out for the incoming dildo. It wasn’t big, just about smaller than my tail but it was ice cold and I couldn’t help but squirm as Drake pushed it into my hole, not letting up or releasing the pressure until it popped in. Like a plug in a socket.

Alex too was still having fun, playing with the knobs and switches on his box. I didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what was coming next. My sphincter lit up like a Christmas tree, probably at the worse time as the current was at its peak. Once more, I pulled and strained, fighting against that hand on my head but going nowhere. It was the same sensation, the same voltage, the same current as everything else, only it made my arse twitch and I felt it quiver as the electric current rose and fell.

Once more, I was nothing but a toy for them to play with. Something they could play about with to see what reactions they could achieve. And all I could do was lie there and take it. And that I did. At least every now and then the electric gave me pleasure, although it was never long enough nor good enough to get me anywhere close to cumming.

It felt like we’d been at this for hours… and it was all I could do to lie there and stare up at Alex as he stared back at me, grinning. I felt warmth next to my head, and straining my eyes as best I could so I could see, I saw Alex’s rock hard dripping cock, right next to my face. His hand slowly pumping at it like a water pump. I gave him my best pleading look, the best puppy eyes I could muster and he gave me the largest smile I’d ever seen.

With nothing more said, he took his hand off my head, pushed himself up onto the table with me and sat on my chest, his legs either side of my body, his dick rock hard resting on my chest. I could feel the pre drip onto my neck. He slapped his cock against my nose a few times, the ‘splat’ echoing in my ears. As quick as a flash, he removed the full hood off my head, the cock gag pulled free from its resting place in my maw and grabbed a large fistful of my hair pulling my head upright, holding me a tongues distance away from his cock.

“Kiss it bitch.” Was all he said. I can’t tell you what I was thinking at this point. I wasn’t thinking. So all I can tell you is what I did. And I kissed that cock more than anyone else has before me. I worshipped that crown of flesh, tasting every drop of pre he was kind enough to give me. Drake had retaken control of the electric that was passing through my cock and balls, and now my arse making me grimace but still I worshipped through it. I kissed, licked, begged and pleaded for that cock. I needed it.

And with one harsh firm yank, it was in my mouth and at the back of my throat before I could catch my breath.

“That’s right bitch, you’ve earned master’s cock, finally, now fucking milk that bone.” The rest was a blur. I must have sucked so hard I forgot to breathe because my chest was on fire. I don’t think I ever needed cock as much as I did right then, right there. Thankfully, I didn’t need to do much, Alex pulling me forward and back with the gloveful of hair he’d managed to grasp a hold of yanking me forward and back on his cock like a fleshlight. He grunted and panted happily as he face-fucked me, staring at me with those lime-green eyes like a predator, grunting and growling at me like an alpha breeding his partner… partner was too nice of a word, I was an omega to him… I was a bitch.

Drake was still having his fun too: pushing the current further than they had been, making me start to writhe where I was. I dared not bite down on his dick, only Drake seemed intent on making me do just that.

He started pulling me back and forth even faster, even further until I swore his cock was in my throat. Forget gagging, I didn’t give a shit if I threw up. I didn’t care if my cock was on fire, if my balls were fit to burst. I was here, I was now. And this cock was in my mouth, and I wanted it to stay.

Unfortunately, it didn’t but – to be fair – for good reason. Alex was close, and with both hands on the back of my head, pulled me forward the rest of the way until his seed exploded right down my throat, and there he held me, my nose buried amongst his pubes. He released a primal yell as his balls unloaded, breeding me. Bliss doesn’t cover it. Neither does Nirvana. Right there, right then… was indescribable. All I remember was the taste Of Alex’s seed, the dominate snarl on his face as he unloaded bucketful after bucketful of his seed down my awaiting throat, and the feeling of his hands, wrapped tightly in my hair as he held me.

I hadn’t cum. That didn’t matter. I was a dog. An Owned dog. My master mattered. So when Alex did eventually pull out, I couldn’t help myself but to feebly lean forward and try to take his drooping cock back in my mouth for more.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled. “Here, you can have the scraps, clean it off.” And I did; with no help, I sucked the remnants of his expulsion off his cock, cleaning it with my tongue and my mouth the only way a pup knows how to do. More of it was probably my own throat slime than anything else but I didn’t notice.

Finally, he took it out and a hand came to the side of my face giving me a scratch. It was there that Drake decided to break the party and give me another jolt, sending another wave of pain through my body and another yelp from me. But for some reason, I started laughing the word ‘fuck’ with a grin as I looked up at Alex.

I was complete. I don’t know how else to say it. There was nothing else I needed that wasn’t here. Looking up at him, with his seed in my belly and his phlegm on my face which he was happy to provide.

We just stayed there for a moment, staring at each other. It probably lasted nowhere near as long as how it felt. I didn’t want it to end. I felt like there was something I should say, I should thank him.

“Thank you for feeding your Pup master.” His expression changed… not anger but more like deep thought. He didn’t say anything, didn’t give me a kiss. He just got off me and the table, threw the dog-hood back on me, blindfolded me and pushed my head back down into the pillow.

I was a little surprised, un-sure if I’d said something wrong. There were more whispers, shuffling. I had no clue what was going on, But I was still stuck in bliss to really notice. They un-cuffed my wrist and upper-arm cuffs only for a moment, letting me sit up-right. Un-ceremoniously, they grabbed my arms stuffed me into a strait-jacket – the same as the night before – pushed me back down onto the table and belted me back down. I tried asking what was wrong, or what was up, but because of the gag, it was all just muffled mumbles which neither of them reacted to.

Still no words said between any of us, they turned the voltage of the box down to an annoyingly low tease and everything went quiet. I struggled a little, just for fun, before I heard the door close and that familiar thumping of their boots travel upstairs… and there I was left as I was, like nothing that had just happened, happened.

Me being me, my mind jumped back and forth between ‘you did something wrong, you said something and upset him, he’s going to kick you out, your just like Chase, his last pup, you’re a disappointment’ back to ‘I wish this strait-jacket was tighter’. There was nothing for me to do, nothing to listen to or play with: my arms buried deep in thick leather sleeves, just like before… strapped down to a table like you see in movies about asylums… or just un-lucky dudes.

All I could do was think… I quickly got bored. The current sort of wore off before long, my body getting used to the low teasing tingle. My wrist and ankles still hurt about from how I’d struggled earlier, my back too a little… but none of that really mattered to me. I just knew that after the first 20 minutes… I really wanted to know what was going on. So I struggled, I tried to twist and sit up but my ankles were still locked down and the belts across my chest didn’t shift. They’d stretched another belt over my eyes – over the blindfold – so I couldn’t even lift my head.

I was tired too, and after last night of sleeping in that sleep-sack you’d think I’d be a pro at sleeping in bondage, but apparently my body refused to let me sleep. So I laid there. Thinking… worrying that I’d messed up. So when I heard the dungeon door open again, I ‘mmmphhdd’ as best I could, but they didn’t say anything.

All that happened was they took off the nose of the hood – leaving me still blindfolded – yanked my head to its side and shoved a hard cock in my mouth, fucking my face a second time. It was already in my mouth… and it was already hard, so being a good pup, I sucked and licked and toyed with it until it shot a load down my mouth. I had no clue who it was, I couldn’t even tell from the grunts as they fucked my mouth. But either way, they patted the side of my head when they were done, let me lick it clean, and then re-gagged me a third time and left me without a word. So… I couldn’t have done something wrong… right?

If I felt like a toy before, I don’t know what the hell I felt like now. I really was not good at being patient. Boredom got to me, and I really started to struggle, grunting and trying to call out but I knew already that this basement was more or less sound-proof. I was here to stay until they wanted me out. It didn’t matter if I wanted out. After 2 hours, I’d have given anything for a ticking clock. By now my body was back to being one giant mass of ache and it really didn’t help my situation. I knew I had to be patient, they’d get me when they were ready…

I must have just gotten to the point where sheer exhaustion got to me and knocked me out. Not that was a bad thing, I finally managed to fall asleep and burn some hours. I just remember lying there, staring at the darkness of my blindfold wishing to whoever was listening, not to let this end.

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Metal would like to thank Pup Shaggy for this story!