By pwnedpuppy

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.

To be sure, i’m not His boyfriend or partner. i’m still just His dog. Yes, we spend lots of time together. Yes, there are times where we go out in public where i’m not all gimped up as His pup. Yes, He fucks me.

But He’s not looking for a domestic situation.

i don’t cuddle up in His bed with him at night. We don’t make out or hold hands. i still sleep in a cage or on a dog bed when i come to visit. And i’m completely fine with that – it fills my needs and what i’m looking for in all of this.

His construction business has been doing well – well enough that He’s decided it’s time to sell the house He’s been living in for a while and build new.  He ended up getting a small acreage just outside of the city and construction on His new place has been going on for the last few months.

Last weekend, He took me out there to see it.

Rather than the elaborate hockey bag setup that we’ve used for me to be stowed along when He’s been off to work, this trip would be a little simpler in execution.  i mean, not as simple as letting me ride along in the front seat. That’s for rare occasions.

We headed out to the garage — him in a dusty backwards Pittsburgh Penguins ballcap, black T-shirt, Carhartt work pants, and steel toed work boots.  i was in my yellow neoprene pup hood, locked on leather fist mitts, kneepads and locked on leather ankle restraints — definitely wearing much less than He was.  He motioned to my pair of toe shoes i keep at His place sitting in the corner of the garage.

“Put them on, pup,” He said – and so i did, quickly securing my feet in the nylon and rubber.

Pete opened up the crew cab of His black Ram 2500 and i saw a jumbo duffle bag sprawled out across the floor of the backseats.  i knew where i was supposed to go.

i crawled inside the truck, wiggled into and curled up inside the bag, and Pete deftly sealed me inside with a quick pull of the zipper. i could hear him padlock it shut for good measure.  He closed the doors, got in the driver’s seat, started up the truck and took off.

We drove for a while… it had to be at least half an hour.  With twists, turns, and the rumble of a gravel road, i seemed to lose sense of direction along the way.

Eventually, the truck stopped. He turned it off, and got out – but didn’t immediately come to get me out of the bag.

After about ten minutes, i heard Pete’s boots approach the truck and open the crew cab door.  That’s when i felt the duffle bag be picked up and flung over His shoulder.  Since taking up powerlifting, Pete has enjoyed lifting me up a lot more in the last few months.

i could hear through the heavy canvas the sounds of the outdoors — birds, wind… but no city sounds.  It was clear we weren’t near a lot of other people.

Pete made His way up a wooden set of stairs, crossed the threshold of the doorway, and entered the house. i could tell where we were because the sound changed.  It was hollow.  Everything echoed.  He set the bag down on the hard floor and started about unlocking the padlock.

As the zipper unfurled, i could smell the scent of construction — gyprock dust and new wood filled my snout. i emerged from the bag, which Pete kicked to a corner, and smiled as i got my first glimpse of His new home.

It was huge.  We were standing in the living room and i looked up at the vaulted ceiling in awe.

“Pretty nice, hey Gunner,” Pete said as i bent my neck backwards to take it all in.

“Now, i’m not sure why you’re on two feet,” He said. “Down on all fours, boy. And keep your eyes peeled for nails and staples.”

i got down to boot level and looked at His before looking up at Him.  Pete smiled and started off through the house — patting His thigh to indicate He wanted me to follow.

This was definitely a step up for Pete – a home fitting for what He had been working toward the last few years.  A spacious kitchen, a nice office, a gym to call His own, it was a massive house.

We then ended up in the guest room, which i was guessing would become a playspace in the new house.  i was kind of right.

“I wanted to make sure you had some spaces to enjoy in this house too,” He said, motioning toward the closet.

As i crawled closer on all fours, i could see a portal in the back wall of the closet.

“Go on, boy,” Pete said. “Check it out.”

i crawled through the hole to find a rather cavernous space with some wires and pipes dangling inside.  It was about three feet tall and ran roughly the length of the closet.

“Where you are right now is underneath a pony wall in My walk-in closet that will a bit as large built-in shelf,” He said. “But inside where you are, this will be your private space at My house. It’ll be wired for light, plumbed for water, vented for air, and connected to surveillance systems.”

“You’ll be able to spend time in this space safely,” He said. “Oh, I’ll still take you to the jobsite, and I’m building a dungeon just like the one back in the city,” He said. “But if I’m entertaining buddies, if I want you to have a good night’s sleep, if I need to store you away for any reason, I’ll be able to keep you in here without fear that you’ll be in harm’s way.”

“I can check on you from My phone, I can control the light you see, you’ll be able to drink fresh water, and I can make sure the space remains climate controlled.”

Controlled. A fitting word.

“What do you think, boy,” Pete asked.

“Woof! Woof,” i exclaimed – two barks good, one bark bad.

“Excellent,” Pete said, excited at the prospect of me spending time locked away. “Come on, I have more to show you.”

i crawled out of the hole and the wall and followed Pete’s boots as they led us through the house and out the back door, onto the deck.

“This,” He motioned at the vast landscape in front of us, “is what is going to be amazing.”

There was nothing for miles except the sky and some trees.

“It’ll be nice spending the evening out here, having a few beers,” Pete said.

“There’ll be points to tie you off so you don’t go scampering too far away,” He chuckled. “But that’s not all.”

Pete reached down and pulled on a metal ring which was embedded in the deck.  It pulled open what looked like a trap door. Inside was an inescapable concrete cell about four feet down with rings embedded in the walls.

“Down there,” He motioned, “I can keep you out of sight and out of mind while I have buddies over for drinks.”

“you’ll be gagged, restrained, and when I throw an outdoor carpet over top of the trap door, nobody will know you’re down there at all.  But wait, there’s more.”

He led me down the stairs of the deck to see a hot tub and fire pit in the backyard.

“It’s a big backyard,” Pete said. “We’ll get you out here playing fetch and such – things we can’t do in the city.”

“And of course, there’ll be lots of relaxing to happen out here,” He said. “And there’s even a place for you to enjoy the outdoors.”

Pete motioned back to the deck and as i looked closely, i realized there was a dog kennel embedded in the underbelly of the deck.  Separate from the cell, this space was a proper crate, but built flush with the deck.

“I can leave you in there all day if I want, letting you enjoy the fresh air and watch the sunset,” He said. “We could probably even have you sleep out here some times and enjoy the night’s sky.”

“Woof! Woof,” i exclaimed, excited at the prospect of being able to truly live like a dog out here.

i took a deep breath of the clean countryside air in as Pete crouched down into my view to scratch my ears. He had a big smile on His face.

“I know you’ll like it out here, pup,” He said.

We walked through the yard a bit more, the wind grazing my naked body as Pete took in the sight of His soon-to-be retreat from city life, with a pup at His side.  i nuzzled His calf as He enjoyed the view.

“Come on, pup,” Pete said. “There’s one more place to show you.”

We walked across the yard toward the garage, which – like the house – was huge.  It stood two stories tall and was more a shop than a garage.

As we entered, it was evident that this space had already been finished.

“This is where I’ll keep My truck, as well as some of the other stuff for work,” He said.

“It’ll also give me a place to work on personal projects here at home,” Pete said as He motioned to the woodworking setup off on one side.

“But there are a few special features in here as well.”

With that, Pete walked toward the back of the garage and pressed a button on the wall.  That’s when a pulley descended from the ceiling.

“I can rig you up to spend some time up there when I need to be in here and you need to be kept under control,” He said as the large hook came down with a harness dangling from it.  i gulped thinking of how amazing it’d be to hang from up there as Pete toiled away at His craft.

Pete took His keys and unlocked the deadbolt on a door at the back of the room.  We crossed through to see a fully outfitted dungeon.

“This is where we’ll have some fun,” He said. “Maybe expand your horizons a bit more, too.”

“Woof! Woof!”

“Just what I thought,” said Pete, grinning ear to ear.

We started to make our way out of the garage and back toward the house, ending up in the living room.

Pete shook the dust off the heavy canvas duffle bag as He started to talk.

“You’re gonna like visiting out here, Gunner,” He said. “It’ll let you be the pup you’ve always wanted to be. And for me, it’ll let me find ways to control you that neither of us have thought of before.”

I liked that. Pete made me feel good about being owned by Him — and to think that His new home had spaces just for me to be me.

“Ok, back in the bag, pup.”

i scampered back inside the folds of the heavy canvas before curling up in a ball as Pete zippered and locked me back in.  He slung me over His shoulder and started back toward His truck.

He opened the door of the truck and laid me on the floor of the backseat before slamming the doors shut.  The engine started and we drove off.

The drive wasn’t nearly as long this time as we came to a stop.

“The boys wanted to meet up for dinner tonight, pup,” Pete said. “It’s ribs night.”

“We’ll be here a couple of hours. I’ll crack a window so you don’t get too warm. And you know… there’ll be a doggy bag from everyone’s scraps for you to enjoy,” He said laughing as the driver’s side door opened.

The door slammed shut, the horn beeped twice, the locks clicked shut.

All i could do was wait… and think about the adventures that were yet to come.

To be continued …

Metal would like to than pwnedpuppy for this story!