By pwnedpuppy

Getting Ready for the Move

It was late Thursday night as the train pulled into the station.  my phone buzzed – it was Pete.

“you can ride up front,” He wrote. (And, yes – the you was lower-case.)

As i left the platform, i could see Pete’s truck off in the parking lot.  He flashed His headlights to let me know He saw me.  i scampered over quickly, able to move nimbly since i had absolutely no luggage with me.

Visiting Pete on weekends was really an exercise in minimalism. i spent most of my time at His place naked, and anything that i would be allowed to wear was stored there.  All i had to bring was myself, my ID and my phone.

i got to the truck, opened the door, and saw Pete sitting in the driver’s seat in the glow of the golden interior light. He looked great as always.

Pete’s dark brown hair neat in a high and tight, with a week’s worth stubble covering the lower part of His face. His square jaw shined in the gleam of the overhead light. An unzipped black leather bike jacket hung from His big, broad shoulders, covering His torso. He had a tight black t-shirt on underneath.  Wranglers hugged His bubble butt, and He was wearing those goddamn riding boots that i’ve given a tongue bath to too many times to count over the last couple years.

He smiled, and patted His leather-gloved hand on the passenger seat. i must have stopped to stare for too long. i smiled back and hopped in the front of the cab.

“Hey boy,” Pete exclaimed as He tussled my hair… well, if i had hair to tussle, that is.  In the last couple months, getting a buzzcut upon arrival every weekend was a new part of our dynamic. Pete trusses me up on a sawhorse in the garage, breaks out the clippers and gives me a fresh shearing.  He says He likes the feel of stubble on my scalp.

“Good to see you,” He said. “I’m glad you could be here for the big weekend.”

The big weekend Pete spoke of was the move out to the acreage. His new house had been finished, and while some of the furnishings were already out there, this was the last big move of stuff that He was taking from His old place.

“I’ve enlisted some of the guys from work to help, so it should go pretty fast,” He said.

i felt a lump in my throat. While i had been trussed up under lock, key – and hockey bag – while on Pete’s jobsites, i had always been out of sight and out of mind for the guys He worked with. i didn’t exist. Nobody knows He has a human dog.

my face must have given away what i was thinking.

“Not to worry, pup,” Pete said. “I have plans for you, too.”

Plans. What did He mean by plans?

i didn’t say anything, knowing Pete knew best, and just smiled as He put the truck in gear and started to lumber off from the train station.

As we left the parking lot and descended into the darkness of the road to His place, Pete drove for about a mile before pulling over on the shoulder of the road. He reached inside His jacket and pulled something from His pocket.

“Here,” He said, retrieving a well-worn jockstrap of His. “I’ll let you enjoy this as we make our way to my place.”

As He finished the sentence, i opened my mouth – knowing better than to resist Pete’s gift.  He deftly stuffed my mouth with the fabric.  He used His fingers to press it in until nary a stitch of jockstrap was visible, although my cheeks were a tiny bit puffed out.

Even though it was dark in the cab, i could see Pete’s cheeky grin.

“Fuck, puppy,” He said tightly cupping my chin in His leather-gloved hand before reaching His thumb up to partially block my nose.  The smell of the leather filled my nostrils as i struggled a tiny bit to breathe.

“Damn, boy. This is gonna be a good weekend.”

He chuckled and turned up the stereo, which had been quietly playing a rock and country playlist He had carefully curated one weekend while i was curled up at His feet.

Putting the truck in gear, we sped off into the night for the 15 or so miles back to Pete’s soon-to-be old place.

Over the sound of the thumping bass that backed a Godsmack track, Pete commanded me to join in.

“Sing, boy!”

“Mmmph-a-wrooo,” i managed to eek out from between the elastic straps and cotton that filled my snout.

He laughed, enjoying the muffled sounds of His dog trying to do what He was told.

We rounded the corner to Pete’s block and slowed down as we pulled through the driveway and into the garage.

Pete turned off the truck and pressed a button to lower the garage door. i sat still because i knew better than to leave that truck on my own.

As the door closed, Pete reached behind His seat and grabbed a small gym bag that contained my pup gear.

“Okay, pup – strip.”

It’s a good thing the cab of the truck is fairly roomy.  i was able to get stripped down in fairly short order.

i dress rather unsuspectingly when i visit Pete – sneakers, jeans, a skate t-shirt, a hoodie.  No underwear – that’s not needed.

i handed each piece of clothing to Pete as i disrobed. Usually, He places it all in a small garbage bag and then into a locked toolbox in His garage.  If i want my own clothes to go home in, i need to co-operate. i’ll never go home naked, to be sure, but once or twice i’ve been sent back on the train wearing some pretty wrecked work clothes. i don’t mind the look, but it’s also nice to look normal in case i bump into anyone i know.

After handing over the last of my clothes to Pete, i sat in the passenger’s seat shivering and naked.  The only thing still on my was my permanently locked collar.

He handed me the gym bag and i set about getting pupped up.  Hood, mitts, kneepads, ankle restraints.  He would snap the padlocks on where needed, and took the gym bag back when i was done.  My conversion from to pup didn’t take more than five minutes.

“Down,” Pete commanded as He opened His door to get out of the truck.  That was my cue to get on all fours as best as i could in the foot well of the passenger’s side.

“Stay,” He said, hopping out of the cab and closing His door.

i put my head down to resist the temptation of trying to see what Pete was up to.

Clunk.

i heard the tailgate of the truck open, and instantly my dick got hard.

i knew what was about to happen.

The sound of chains rustled along the bed of the truck, making a loud metal-on-metal clang as i could hear carabiners attach them to the tie-down anchors in the box of the truck.

A hum of a speaker crackled and the music that had been playing in the truck was soon filling the garage. Not so loud for the neighbours to complain, loud enough to stifle any other sound from the space.

Then, boots – nearing my door which soon opened.

Given how i was oriented in the foot well, my ass was right in Pete’s direction as the door swung open.  He gave it a slap that sent a crackle echo through the garage.  He laughed, grabbed me by the torso, and proceeded to pull me out of the slightly lifted Ram 2500, my feet falling to the ground as i steadied myself.  No sooner did i land, i felt Pete’s strong arms pull mine behind my back as He frog marched me around to the back of the truck, bending me over the tailgate which was just a more than waist height.

“Mmmmh,” i moaned into the soggy jockstrap which was still filling my mouth with the taste of Pete.

my arms were pulled forward and the d-rings on the fist mitts were attached to the chains locked in the box of the truck.  Soon enough, Pete had restrained me so i wasn’t going anywhere except head down and ass up at the back of His truck.

Leaving me tethered and exposed, i heard His boots clop as He walked over to a small tool box He kept in the garage for moments like these.  He grabbed a rubber and His bottle of Gun Oil and came back over to the tailgate.

i could feel the cool air of the garage against my hole.  It grew coolers as i could feel the cold of the lube push in as Pete took joy in greasing me up.  One finger, two fingers, and almost all of a third worked the lube into my asshole.  i moaned into the jockstrap.

“You like that, don’t you boy?”

“Mmmmm.”

Pete chuckled.

“Fucccck, puppy.”

Pete’s chuckle got gruffer as i could tell He was getting into His headspace. He had another guy bound to His truck, gagged with His jock, collared with His chain and lock.  He owned me completely in this moment.

A small growl came from Pete as He stopped fingering my hole and pushed in His wrapped up cock.

He plowed. He pushed. He had me squealing like a pig.

Minutes felt like hours and i was enjoying every thrust.

A larger growl came from behind me as i could feel one last definitive thrust.

One last time, i had been fucked in Pete’s garage.  And it felt amazing.

Pete breathed deeply, withdrew, and walked away as i laid bent over the tailgate as exposed as i had been for nearly the past 45 minutes.

After a couple of minutes, Pete came back and slapped my ass.

“You took it like a champ,” He said in the same way i imagine He talked to a hockey buddy who got the shit kicked out of him in a fight. “Good boy.”

i felt the rough caress of a shop towel wipe up the excess lube from my ass and from the tailgate around me.

“Don’t move,” Pete ordered as He reached across and expertly unclipped the d-rings on my fist mitts from the chains in the back of the truck.

He then grabbed me under the armpits and slowly pulled me upright.  He turned me around with my pup-hooded head in both His hands as i looked up at him and He looked down at me.

“Alright, pup, we gotta get you ready for the move,” He said.

The move?

The move was tomorrow.

This was tonight.

The move was still hours away.

“Down,” Pete ordered as He moved His hands from my face to my shoulders, slowly pushing me down to the ground.

i got down on all fours and let out a muffled bark, my mouth still filled with jockstrap.

Pete crouched down to my level and looked me in the eyes.

“Here’s the deal, pup.  I can’t have the boys seeing you tomorrow, so we’ve gotta pack you up tonight.  And – here’s the catch – we can’t have you unpacked until after they leave tomorrow which probably won’t be until around supper time.”

This was going to be some serious storage.  It was roughly around midnight.  i was set to spend the next 17 hours confined to a space, unable to escape.

“To start, we’re going to get this on you,” Pete said as He pulled out an external catheter.  i rolled over onto my back as He rolled with rubber sheath over my hard dick. A sticky adhesive made sure it wasn’t going anywhere until Pete said so.

“Sit, boy,” Pete ordered as i got back onto all fours with my rubbered dick now hanging between my legs.

“Come over here,” He motioned as He crossed the garage.  As we walked toward the back corner, i saw what would become my home for the next day.

You know those large, oversized toolboxes they keep on jobsites?  The big orange ones, i’m sure you’ve seen them at the hardware store.  It’s so contractors can lock away all their expensive power tools overnight.  Well, that was what was staring me in the face, and was where Pete planned to hide me for the move.

“It’s solid steel, pup,” He said. “About 24 inches deep, 48 inches long. There’s ample room for you to curl up inside. Plus, there’s a portal in the back that’s supposed to be used for fishing through an extension cord to keep tools charged.  Well, that’ll be used to make sure you’re getting some fresh air in here.”

“And this is a great feature,” He said as He pointed at two recessed areas on the front of the box.  He grabbed two large master locks off a shelf and fished them through. “Once these are in here, there’s no way to break the locks to get this open. Only the guy with key gets to get access to you.”

i was slightly gobsmacked that i’d be spending so much time in such a rigid environment.

“Now, tonight, we don’t have to shut you in completely.  The guys aren’t getting here until about eight, so you can get a few hours sleep with the lid open.  But I’ll be coming out here around six – whether you’re awake or not – to close up the lid.”

“For now, it’s time to get you inside.”

Pete put His hand under my mouth and ordered me to spit out the jockstrap.

“Out,” He said — just like you’d tell a bio dog to give up a chew toy.

i opened my mouth and started to push the jockstrap forward.  In a plop, it fell out and into Pete’s hand.

“Good boy,” He said, scratching behind my hood’s ears.

After disposing of the jock, Pete bent down and picked me up like you would a dog, and carried me over top of the box.  That was the first time i had a chance to look down and inside to see that the bottom of the hard steel box was not going to be so bad after all.

“Woof! Woof,” i let out two happy barks at the sight.

Lining the bottom of the box were a variety of Pete’s dirty work clothes.  From Carhartt overalls to oversized plaid work jackets to dirty hoodies, and even a few pieces of hockey gear thrown in for good measure.  This was going to be comfy enough, and smell of Pete. I was in heaven.

“You didn’t think I’d make you spend all that time somewhere miserable,” Pete asked laughing as He crouched down to put me inside the box.

It was a tight fit, but i quickly adjusted to find a comfy spot, curling up with a pair of Pete’s lined Carhartt duck pants underneath my head.  I was in heaven.

*Snap*

That’s when i noticed that even if i wanted to escape with the lid open, it wasn’t going to happen.

Pete had installed a tie-off point in the box which He locked an ankle cuff to with a chain.  i wasn’t going anywhere.

He reached up to grab a few more short pieces of chain, which used to tether the two ankles together, my paws together, and one last chain about two feet long to connect the feet to the ankles.  Even if i could get out of the box, i wasn’t going to be on two feet.

“Two more things,” Pete said as He reached onto a shelf behind him.

The first was a clear plastic bag which with a long hose attached.  This He attached to the catheter and laid at my feet.

“When you have to pee, that’s going to collect it all.  What happens to that pee after… we’ll see how good of a boy you are.”

He chuckled.

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

He then reached up and grabbed our Camelpak that we’ve used so many times before when i’ve been bagged up on His jobsites.

“Now, this has three liters of Gatorade in it.  No drinking it tonight,” He said as He affixed a spigot near my mouth. “It’s gotta last you through tomorrow, so drink it sparingly.  A sip an hour at most tomorrow.  You understand?”

“Woof, woof!”

“Good boy.”

Pete looked around, making sure He hadn’t forgotten anything before bending down into my face.

“Sadly, since your cage is at the new house, boy, you can’t sleep in the house tonight.  So your last night here will be in this box.  But it’ll be a wild adventure tomorrow — just wait and see.  Well, maybe not see.  But you’ll enjoy it – I promise.”

With that, He stopped the music on the speakers and shut them off and started toward the garage door.  The lights went out in the garage leaving me in darkness.

“Sleep well, pup.”

The door closed, and i exhaled a sigh of exhaustion.

i closed my eyes and started to drift off.

* * *

*flick, flick*

*buzz*

As the sound of electricity surged through the garage, the fluorescent lights hummed to life filling the space with bright greenish-white light.  It was enough to wake me up.

The sound of flip flops clopped along the floor toward me.  i opened my eyes and looked up to see the towering figure of Pete over top of me.

He was clad in a white tank and grey sweats which were tight in all the right places and baggy where they needed to be. He stood holding a cup of coffee as a broad smile crossed His scruffy face as He looked down at me — restrained and exactly where He left me.

“Good morning, pup,” He said, taking a sip of His coffee.

He looked well rested and ready to take on the day.

“Woof, woof,” i groggily replied. i slept – not well, but enough to wake up at whatever this ungodly hour was.

“Aww,” He said, feeling only a tiny bit bad for my condition – knowing deep down inside we both were rather happy with the state i was in.

He bent down to scratch my head and examine my restraints to make sure everything still looked okay.  Satisfied, He smiled and looked me in the eyes.

“Well, the guys will be here in a couple of hours, and you should probably start to get ready for your storage for the day.”

“Woof, woof,” i started to show my excitement.

He put His coffee cup on a shelf behind him as i was barking.  Looking around the garage, He found a few more items that were going to get packed along with me.  He rounded up a heavy work jacket, another pair of overalls and a pair of rubber boots, and threw in the box along with me, covering me in His work jacket.

i smiled knowing i was being kept under cover by him.

“The rules should be no surprise for you,” He said, His facing growing a bit more stern. “No talking, no woofing, no sounds at all.  I don’t want to gag you, so you’re going to have to keep yourself under control and your mouth shut.”

i nodded my head to indicate i understood everything He just laid out.

“It’s going to be late by the time I let you out,” He continued. “I’ll probably have a few beer in Me, so you should be ready for some service.”

Pete smiled at the thought of His pup doing double duty as a urinal and as a fuck toy.

“Okay, well,” He said as He put His hands on the lid. “See you at the new house, boy.”

And with that, the lid eased down and plunged me into darkness.  The sound of metal on metal clanged as i remembered the recessed padlocks which were embedded in the box. i heard one shackle engage and then the other. With that, i was locked inside, and only Pete had the keys to free me.

The next couple of hours seemed to pass quickly as i phased in and out of sleep.

It was the sound of Pete’s truck starting up that truly woke me up.  The heavy duty engine roared to life, echoing through the garage as the overhead door opened.  i heard the truck back out of the garage and slowly the sound faded away.

A couple of minutes later i could hear multiple pairs of boots making their way back into the space.

“So, we’ll start with the garage, Boys,” Pete intoned to the group as He gave their marching orders for the day.

“The job box should go in the trailer first,” He said, talking about the steel capsule that held me. “I don’t need anything out of it anytime soon – it’s just some storage so it can be last to come off at the new place. We can pack everything else around it and on it.”

First on, last off.  Fuck. This is going to be a long day.

Pete gave directions on the rest of the garage and how things were meant to be packed up before going into the house with the guys to give them the lowdown on what needed to get done.

Some time passed before i heard them return to the garage laughing and talking.  They got close to the job box and i could hear the steel handles be pulled from the sides to lift it.  i clamed my lips together to make sure i didn’t utter a sound.

i felt the balance of the box shift as it started to get lifted off the ground. Before long, i felt that undeniable sensation of the box moving.

The guys crossed the garage and up the wooden ramp into a very hollow-sounding trailer.  They made it all the way to the back wall and plopped the box on the ground.

“I’ve got it,” i could hear Pete tell the other guy.  “I’ll get it in place – head back inside.”

Boots clomped away from the trailer and i could sense Pete was still with me.  i felt the box shift and turn and be pushed into place.  Pete was deliberate in making sure my sole air source – a rubber port hole at the back of the box – wasn’t flush with the wall so i could still get some air.

*knock knock*

i could hear the metal clang as He banged on the lid to let me know this was it… this was where i’d be now for quite a while.

i heard boots drift off into the distance and eventually the sound of silence.

This was actually happening.

i exhaled.

The sounds of boots came and went for what felt like an eternity, placing more boxes beside, on top of, and around the job box that i was locked inside.  The whole while, those helping Pete move not knowing the human cargo they were burying inside the trailer.

The sound became more and more faint as the boxes took up space inside the trailer, blocking me from the outside world.

All those Saturdays bagged up in the back of Pete’s truck had prepared me for this, i think.  The boredom was very real.  But i coped well with it.

i closed my eyes, i focused on my breathing, i dozed off.

Eventually, a loud clashing sound of metal on metal woke me up.  At best, i could assume the trailer door was closed.

More time passed, and then i heard the distinct rumble of a large pickup engine roar to life.

Slowly, i could feel motion.  The truck and trailer began to roll along.  We were actually moving.

In this moment, it was hard not to think about what was actually happening to me.  Much like all the other things Pete owned, i was being moved to the new house.  Not as a pup, not as a person, but as a possession.  He had packed me in a rigid box, locked me inside to prevent anyone from accessing me, all to take me to His new home.  A home which had been built with me in mind, with spaces to keep me subservient and objectified.

The truck picked up speed and i could feel the tires hit the road.

We were off to Pete’s new home.

 

To be continued …

 

Metal would like to than pwnedpuppy for this story, which is a sequel to Truckbound.