By Pup Shaggy
A firm slap to the side of my face woke me up, my head trying to recoil but held in place firmly. My muffled exclamation, followed fast by groaning and whimpering reminded me of my situation, quickly realising that my entire body was either dead or asleep, tied down for too long and too tightly. Not that I was about to argue. There was a low chuckle over me and a sudden burst of light as the blindfold was removed off my face revealing my captor.
I could only see his chest through the eye holes of my hood; all fuzzy and muscular… it was Alex. I was un-able to turn or lift my head, held down by a belt or chain probably fed through my hood somehow. I couldn’t move an inch. Slowly, Alex’s chin appeared and then his smile. His hand appeared, resting on the nose of my dog-hood giving it a scratch. I couldn’t feel it, but I murred and groaned happily as I watched his fingers dance across the surface of the fabric of the hood.
“Good pup, sorry for bailing out and leaving you here like this.” I looked back at him with a muffled whine. I didn’t care, not in the slightest. I’d whine, whimper and beg but I loved it “I needed to think. About me… About you…” He leant on the table beside me, his hand moving to my forehead. Now this I could feel, faintly sensing his fingers through the hood. His eyes stared at me and I knew there was thought going on behind them. I sensed a question was coming my way, but none came.
Continue reading Earn It Pup – Chapter 7
In Puppy Play, Kennel Training at Bound Gods, Jonah Fontana lets his dog, Brian Bonds, out of his cage for some puppy play. Brian woofs and wags his tail, and does anything to please his Master.
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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.
Continue reading Earn It Pup – Chapter 4
Brett Wilson awoke with a groan. His shoulders were on fire. He slowly sat up on the couch, blinking his eyes awake. The lights were dim as he tugged his shirt open. He’d fallen asleep! He didn’t even remember coming home that day, it was all such a blur.
Well fuck… He got up from the couch, gently rolling his shoulders as he stumbled into the kitchen. One hand fished his phone out of his pocket, he was just going to order a pizza. 30 minute delivery time? Just enough for a nice evening jog. Brett pulled out of his suit, and changed into some shorts, and better shoes.
The cool night air felt good against Brett’s face as he jogged down another street. He felt better already! Being cramped in an office every day wasn’t easy for the 6’4” athletic 37 year old. He’d been active and on sports teams since he was able to walk, and he’d never been comfortable sitting still for very long. His athleticism kept him in very fine shape and physically healthy, but it also meant few could keep pace with him on a jog, in the pool, or on the field.
Perhaps that’s why he was still single? Brett huffed the thought away as he rounded the corner and started back toward his place. Nah, he thought. He was fine being single, but he was lonely. It certainly would be nice to have a buddy around. Or a dog. However his long hours away and frequent travel meant he couldn’t exactly care for a pet. Though… Now that he’d been working for a while in his promotion, maybe it was time to go to that store. The one downtown, at the edge of the waterfront district, the leather store that also sold human pets.
Continue reading Buying Love – Part 1
Chris squeezed his eyes shut, trying for the dozenth time in the same number of minutes to force himself to sleep. He tried not to toss and turn too much, though he couldn’t help it. Not five seconds later, Chris’s eyes flashed open, and his lips cracked back into a big silly grin. He looked to the clock on the nightstand, finding the time still too early to do anything.
With a whimper, the excited pup curled himself around his body pillow, his back to the clock. Next to him, sleeping cozily, was his boyfriend and owner, Brian. Brian was only a few years older, but had some salt and peppered hair, and a strong, beefy build. He was a playful, kind, but firm master, and a very loving boyfriend.
Yet another rush of excitement coursed through the boy’s body, his hard cock throbbing now too. Typically, Chris would spend the night in some form of restraints, in his cage next to the bed, or if he’d been naughty, on the floor. Tonight was the rare occasion he was allowed to sleep without any restraints, save for his collar, and Brian’s arms around him. Even his cock cage had been unlocked for the night, though Chris wasn’t allowed to cum. He still had his dogtail butt plug stuffed in his butt, which didn’t help anything. A night like this always meant something really amazing was about to happen…
Continue reading Roadtrip!
By Pup Shaggy
I was kneeling staring at the toilet… debating… thinking… gulping down my feelings… I was alone, so why was I freaking out?! This was my idea! I was kneeling there, staring at the bowl like a mirror… the nose of the hood probably about a hairs distance from the water… I was telling myself to do it… it was just water… Why was it such a big deal?…. Because I was making it a big deal…
We’d woken up together, Alex giving both Luke – or ‘Bitch’ – and me a strong hug as we both licked his body clean. We started fighting each other when it came to his pits; who’d be the one to get to taste his sweat and his flavour? Alex decided for us though as he pushed me down to his feet to lick those instead… which I was happy to do. I wanted to rub my hand against his furry chest and maybe give him a little massage or a scratch… to thank him for everything… not that I knew how to give a massage… but I’d slept with my ‘paws’ on and was still trapped within those bags of leather and rubber. I whimpered when I looked up and saw them kissing each other, drooling as they’re tongues played with each other and happy grunts escaped their mouths. I felt left out, but I got a foot in my face to silence me.
After that, Luke and Alex both took a shower while I waited on the floor of the bathroom, chewing on one of the many dog toys Alex kept. You’d think I’d get bored but Alex was smart and actually lubbed the toy up with bubble-gum flavoured lube, making it even more fun to chew and lick and play with; not to mention try and keep the damn thing still enough to play with. Needless to say I entertained myself.
Continue reading Earn It Pup – Chapter 3
By Pup Shaggy
“Puppy…” he called. I was awake. Had been since the first time he called me, but was enjoying just lying there on that cushion, hidden in a short cage under his mattress… he’d have to come in and get me…
“Shaggy?” he called again. I murred a little. Still pretending to be asleep… but somehow he saw through me.
“I know your awake boy. Come on, up you get.” I groaned. Ah well. There’d be other times to play. So pulling myself up, I gave myself a stretch. I couldn’t sit up or kneel because of how short the cage was, and I still couldn’t see anything because of the bizarre pup hood gas mask I was wearing. The re-breather bag was still attached but I was too relaxed for it to really affect me. So instead, I reach out my hands and stretched that way. After that, I crawled over to the nearest side of the cage, following it around till I felt Alex’s hands. First went on the heavy chain leash as before through the bars and with a firm pull I was directed outside the cage through the gate as he unlocked it.
Continue reading Earn It Pup – Chapter 2
This is a sequel to Truckbound
It’s been a while since i’ve had a story to tell since “Truckbound”, but i wanted to catch everyone up on how things have been going with Pete and i.
In case you forgot, i’m Jeremy… well, “Gunner” is what Pete calls me – these days it’s whether we’re in a scene or not. Still five foot seven, still about 160 pounds of lean muscle. i still work IT, although the job market isn’t what it once was. Laidback bro out in public, putty-in-your-hands sub with a pup streak in the playroom.
Pete still towers over me at six foot two. He’s till working construction (although He owns His own business now). He’s bulked up a little – still all muscle, but has taken a bit of an interest in some amateur powerlifting. Still drives a big pickup, still plays a little rec hockey now and then, and still in to totally owning my ass when i come to visit on weekends.
i’ve been Pete’s pup for two years now. About six months ago, He collared me full-time with a gorgeous piece of stainless steel chain and a matching padlock. A little liquid weld went into the keyhole of the lock, so the only way this is coming off is with a bolt cutter. It’s been a great turning point in our relationship.
Continue reading The Adventures of Pete and Gunner – Part 1