Sprout, a 30-year-old with a penchant for the unconventional, sported a lime green hoodie that matched the color of his eyes as he stepped into the early afternoon sunlight. His heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and trepidation as he approached the house of Nick, a dominant man.
Sprout's blonde hair was neatly buzzed back, revealing a face that bore an innocent smile, one that didn't quite align with the kinky desires that stirred within him.
As he knocked on the door of Nick's house, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The door swung open, revealing the dominant figure of Nick, his blue hair a stark contrast to Sprout's vibrant green attire. Nick's eyes scanned Sprout from head to toe, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the eager pup before him.
"Welcome, Sprout," he said, his voice firm yet inviting. "You're here to serve, aren't you?"
Sprout nodded eagerly, his stomach fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. He had no idea that today's visit would turn into a permanent arrangement. Nick stepped aside, allowing Sprout to enter the house. The pup's eyes widened at the sight of the living room, which was adorned with various queer art pieces.
Nick led Sprout into a living room, where the pup was met with the sight of Spot, Nick's 33-year-old, built husband. Spot was dressed in a leather jock strap, his body glistening with sweat from the day's work.
He looked over at Sprout with a mix of curiosity and arousal, his own leather collar locked on and framing his ruggedly handsome face.
"Spot, this is Sprout," Nick announced. "He’s here to play. Make sure you get your chores done, and maybe I’ll let you come play with us too.”
Spot nodded, his tail wagging slightly, and went back to cleaning the kitchen floor. Sprout couldn’t help but watch the way the muscles in Spot’s arms rippled with each swipe of the mop. He was a beautiful pup, and the thought of serving alongside him sent a thrill down Sprout’s spine.
Nick took Sprout by the hand, leading him through the spacious manor. They moved from room to room, each space grander than the last.
The bedrooms were vast, with king-sized beds and art that could only be found in the most luxurious of homes. The offices were equipped with the latest technology, and the bathrooms were large enough to hold a small gathering. The opulence of Nick’s home was clear indication of his wealth, and Sprout felt a mix of awe and intimidation.
Finally, Nick stopped in front of a set of stairs that descended into what looked like a basement. "This is where the real fun begins," he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Sprout's heart raced as he followed his soon-to-be Master down the stairs, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the empty space. The basement was finished, and looked to hold all of the larger get togethers for fun times..
The door at the bottom clicked shut behind them, and Sprout widened his eyes as he took in the amenities.
The basement was a maze of different areas, each more intriguing than the last. Nick flipped a switch, illuminating a bar stocked with an assortment of drinks, and beyond it, a state-of-the-art gym gleamed under the artificial lights. The sauna looked like a cozy retreat, the wood panels giving off a faint scent of pine. The pool patio outside was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the water rippling invitingly.
"This way," Nick said, his voice echoing down the hallway. Sprout's eyes followed the sound, his legs trembling slightly. They arrived at a set of doors into a utility room. Nick walked up to the door and pulled out a key. “Have to keep it hidden away, lest those who dont know about my kink, find it!”
That made sense to Sprout. He couldn’t imagine if his family ever visited and stumbled into a large play space of kink.
The utility door open to reveal a chamber that was anything but mundane. Nick’s dungeon was a sprawling space, a testament to the depth of his kinky imagination. The walls were lined with racks of leather and rubber, chains and cuffs hanging neatly from hooks, gleaming in the soft led light that spilled from the overhead bulbs. The scent of latex and leather filled the air, a potent cocktail that made Sprout’s cock throb in his lime green chastity cage.
Master Nick walked over to a rack, his eyes glinting as he perused the selection of whips, paddles, and gags. He turned back to Sprout, his expression one of excitement. “Let’s see what we’re going to play with today, shall we?” he said, his voice a mix of kindness and authority.
Sprout’s eyes grew wide as he took in the assortment of toys and devices. His breath hitched as Nick picked out a thick, black leather collar with a ring attached to the front. “This will suit you perfectly,” he said, his tone low and gruff as he approached Sprout. “But first, strip for me. I want to see what this pup looks like without his clothes on.”
With surprising agility, Sprout began to peel off his street clothes, folding them with military precision and placing them neatly on a nearby bench. His hands trembled slightly, but his movements were swift and deliberate. He kicked off his shoes, removed his shirt, and pulled down his shorts, revealing the tighty whities he loves. His chastity cage, also lime green, was already in place, the bulge beneath it hinting at his arousal.
Nick's eyes followed Sprout's every move, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the pup's eager compliance. He pointed to a corner of the room where a wooden box was situated. "That's where you'll keep your human clothes," he said. "You won't be needing them for now."
With a nod, Sprout quickly stowed his clothes , underwear and all in the box and turned back to his Master. "Now," Nick continued, "bring your pup hood here, bend over and put your hands on the rubber mattress." His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. Sprout's heart raced as he moved to the center of the room, his eyes locking onto the mattress that lay atop a sturdy metal frame. The rubber was cold and smooth under his palms as he bent over.
Nick stepped up behind him, his hands reaching out to touch Sprout's body. His fingers danced along the pup's spine, sending shivers down his back. Nick's touch was surprisingly gentle, yet it conveyed the power dynamic that had been established between them. Sprout's breath hitched as his soon-to-be Master’s hands moved lower, cupping his ass before giving it a firm squeeze. The pup's body responded instinctively, pushing back into the touch.
"Now, pup," Nick said, his voice a low purr, "it's time for you to become what you truly are."
Sprout felt the warmth of Nick's breath against the back of his neck as his soon-to-be-Master's hands reached around to the front of his chastity cage. Nick gave the cage another squeeze, eliciting a whine from Sprout, who eagerly leaned into the touch. The pressure grew, and Sprout felt the precum begin to dribble from his cock, coating the rubber mattress he’s bending over.
Nick chuckled, his grip tightening. "Good boy," he murmured, his thumb tracing the outline of Sprout's cock through the lime green fabric. "Now, it's time for you to put on your pup hood."
Sprout felt a shiver of excitement as he placed his lime green pup hood over his head. It was made of neoprene, the lime green pup hood that’s in stock on the popular Mr. S Leather shop.
Sprout, hands slightly shaking as he pulled it over his head. The neoprene rubber molded to his face, the ears sticking straight up, his muzzle lime green.
Nick's hands were firm and deliberate as he fastened the collar around Sprout's neck, the metal loops sliding through the eyelets of the pup hood and clicking into place. The collar was lined with soft black leather, thick and tight. Sprout felt a sense of finality as the padlock clicked shut, sealing his transformation into a living, breathing toy for Nick's amusement for the next couple of hours.
Master Nick then picked up two leather mitts from the floor, each with a small, stress-ball like sphere inside to prevent cramping. He slid them onto Sprout’s hands. Filling his hands in a way that was both comforting and strange. He curled his fingers around the spheres.
"Good boy," Nick murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. He reached for some padlocks from his pocket. The small metal clicked into place, securing the mitts onto Sprout's wrists. The pup felt a thrill of excitement and fear as his human hands became paws. He was no longer just a man in a hood; he was a creature of submission, at the mercy of his dominant.
"Now, pup," Nick ordered, his voice firm and commanding, "Get on the bed, on all fours."
Sprout, now fully immersed in his role, let out a submissive bark that echoed through the dungeon. "Awruff!" His heart hammered in his chest as he scurried onto the large, four-poster bed. His new pup paws clumsily navigated the soft rubber beneath him, the leather mitts adding a layer of difficulty to his movement. As he clambered up, his body quivering with excitement. He knew what was to come and couldn't wait to serve his new Master.
Nick strode over to the bedside. He pulled out a small bottle of poppers, the liquid inside sloshing gently. Sprout heard the classic jungle of poppers and got excited.
Nick's smile grew wider as he approached, his hand reaching out to cup Sprout's cheek, his thumb caressing the side of the pup's face. "You know what this means, don't you?" he whispered, holding the poppers right under Sprout's nose. Closing one of his nostrils, Sprout complied by taking a deep hit of the aroma.
The rush of euphoria was immediate, the pup's eyes rolling back in his head as he let out a moan of pleasure. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock, his body growing more and more aroused as the poppers took effect. Nick waited a moment before releasing Sprout's cheek and moving to the other side, ensuring the pup didn’t miss out on the full experience.
As he held it to the other nose Sprout greedily took a big hit of the aroma, and told Nick, “I did tell you, I’m a Popper Pup!”
Nick laughed, as he closed the lid of the aroma bottle and set it next to Sprout. He then dripped lube onto Sprouts arched hole. Sprout released a sigh of ecstasy as the cold liquid dripped into his most sensitive areas.
Nick gives the order, “Hold still puppy, and breathe out.”
Sprout set his head down, arching his back even further as the poppers high had him in a submissive place like never before.
Nick’s hand was warm and firm as it pressed against Sprout's lower back, guiding the pup into position. With the other hand, he lubed up the large black tail butt plug, the size of his fist. It was a monstrous toy, one that Sprout had only dreamt of taking before. His excitement grew as he felt the cool, slick object nudge against his tight hole, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"Ready, boy?" Nick's voice was low, the anticipation thick in the air.
Sprout whimpered a soft, "Yes, Sir," his voice muffled by the pup hood. He took a deep breath and felt his muscles relax as Nick began to press the plug in.
The head of the plug was cold and hard against his tight sphincter. Nick's grip was firm and steady, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on Sprout's lower back as he pushed the plug in inch by inch. Sprout's eyes watered at the initial stretch, but the poppers had done their work, and the pup felt himself open up to the intrusion more easily than he ever had before. He could feel the muscles in his ass contracting and releasing, adjusting to the foreign object. The pressure grew, and so did the pleasure, the fullness inside him making his cock throb painfully in his chastity cage.
The pup's breaths grew shallow and quick as the plug's neck passed the tight ring of muscle. He felt the base of the plug settle against his cheeks with a final pop, the lube spreading a warm, wet heat around his now-filled hole. Nick's hand didn't leave his back, the gentle touch grounding him as he panted through the intense sensation. He could feel the plug moving slightly with his breaths, the intrusion now his new tail.
Nick stepped back and Sprout took the opportunity to shake his ass playfully, the black tail wagging happily. The movement sent vibrations through his body, the plug inside him reminding him of his new purpose. He looked up at his soon-to-be-Master with wide, adoring eyes, his pup hood sending him to a deeper headspace than ever before.
Master Nick strode over to a rack of gear and pulled out a thick, black leather belt. Nick looped the belt around his waist, his eyes never leaving the pup. The belt was studded with metal, each stud gleaming in the low light of the dungeon. It was clear that this wasn’t just any ordinary belt; it was a tool of submission, one that would serve to keep Sprout in his place as the submissive pup.
Nick knelt beside the bed, his gaze never leaving Sprout's. With a firm grip, he threaded the pup's locked nub through the leather ring and attached the belt to the tail, ensuring that his pup couldn't escape. Sprout whimpered, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement as he felt the cold his locked nub leak more pre-cum onto the bed. The plug was a constant reminder of his submission, a symbol of his transformation from man to toy.
Nick pulled out three metal padlocks from his pocket, and quickly tightened the base of the plug. Click. Click. Click.
Just like that, lil Sprout was locked in as a Pup. Meant to serve as Nick’s pup just for the day. Or so he thought.
Nick grabbed a leash off the wall, the metal cool and heavy in his hand. He approached Sprout, the pup’s eyes wide and eager, and clicked it to the D-ring on Sprout’s collar. “Alright, puppy,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice, “you’re going to be by my side all day, aren’t you?”
Sprout nodded fervently, his tail wagging, and let out a single, submissive “Awruff!” His voice was muffled by the hood, but the message was clear: he agreed to the new set of rules.
“Alright puppy, I’ve gotta work from home upstairs in my office. While the pup hood is on, starting now you, no longer have permission to speak. You are a pup. Pups don’t need human words. If you agree, one ‘Awruff’, if you disagree, two ‘Bark Bark’, if you need to speak human, three ‘Awruff, Bark, Awruff’. Although you won’t use that one, right?”
“Awruff!” Sprout was eager to serve during his Sir’s afternoon work-from-home day.
Master Nick chuckled, taking Sprout’s response as agreement. He stood up and gave the leash a gentle tug. "Up, pup," he instructed.
Sprout scrambled to his feet, his legs wobbly and unsure. The leather mitts made getting off the slick rubber bed more challenging than expected. He took a tentative step forward, his new tail swinging awkwardly between his legs. Nick watched with amusement, his smirk growing as Sprout managed to stand upright.
Master Nick took Sprout’s leash in hand and began leading him through the house. They ascended a grand staircase, the pup’s tail wagging with each step.
Following short behind his dominant, Sprout struggled briefly to keep up. He could tell Nick was moving faster on purpose to show who was in charge. When they went to the main level, Sprout didn’t see Spot anywhere, but quickly refocused to the dominant yanking his leash.
They climbed the next set of stairs to the main bedroom level. Sir turned right into a office filled with 3D Printers, three monitors, and a large custom built PC. The monitors displayed code that was nothing but gibberish to the pup.
Nick told Sprout to kneel. Closing the door to the office behind Sprout. “When I tell you to present, youll hold your hands behind your back, arms parallel to the ground. Arch your back, spread your legs.”
Sprout eagerly took the positikn instructed by his Sir. “Good pup. You learn quickly. Next is Worship. You place your paws on the ground as far out in front of you as possibke, forehead to the ground.”
Sprout once again assumes the position. “Good pup.”
With that sentence Nick spanked the worshipping pup hard on the ass. Sprout couldn’t help but mutter a small submissive yelp.
Just then Nick delivered another spank, and another. It was one of the kinks Sprout explained to the dominant that he was into. Little did he know how much spanking Nick enjoyed to dole out.
After 29 spanks, a final 30 was delivered via a paddle. Sprout felt the sting of the wood, reminding him of his days in the fraternity…
“Good Pup. Present.”
“Awruff!”
Sprout presented, as Nick sat down in his office chair. Turning away from Sprout he began to work on the important code in front of him. Sprout awaited in the position, dare not moving, ass tingling after the last spank of the paddle.
After a couple minutes, Nick snapped his fingers, and pointed to the dog bed under his desk. Sprout said “Awruff!”
Sprout crawled on all fours, taik wagging, hands beginning to sweat in the leather mitts. He laid down at his dominant’s feet. While there the dominant shoved his feet into the muzzle of the sub pup. “Clean.”
Sprout began to lick the entirety of his dominant’s feet. Making sure to savir and clean thoroughly. “Good pup.”
Nick turned him to the next foot for service. Sprout happily complied, heading into a deeper sub-space.
After servicing both of his feet, Nick stood up and walked away. Closing the door behind him. He returned with water for Sprout, in a dog bowl. “You’ll need to stay hydrated with you serving me. You will eat or drink whatever is in the dog bowl when I say ‘Bowl.’”
Sprout nodded eagerly. The water looked so refreshing after the intense session. He bent down, trying to keep his balance on his knees. The leather mitts made it difficult to cup his hands, so he dipped his face down, his tongue sticking out.
The cool water met his parched tongue, the taste of the metal dog bowl faint but not unpleasant. He lapped at the water, feeling it trickle down his throat and into his stomach. It was surprisingly soothing, the simple act of drinking water taking on a whole new dimension of submission in his new role as Nick’s pup.
As Sprout lifted his head from the bowl, droplets of water clinging to his pup hood, he heard the command that sent a thrill of excitement through him: "Suck." The word was simple, yet it carried a world of meaning. He knew exactly what his Master wanted.
Sprout felt pre-cum drip from his locked cock.
Master Nick had returned to his desk, his shorts now around his ankles, revealing his thick, hard cock. It bobbed slightly as he worked, his focus split between his computer screens and his pup. Sprout's eyes widened at the sight, Nick’s cock was 8 inches in length, bigger than most guys Sprout has serviced before, but Sprout was ready to worship. The smell of sex filled the room, the pup’s nostrils flaring at the scent.
His awkwardness in the mitts, Sprout approached his Master, his tail wagging with excitement. He took the cock through the pup hood’s muzzle, the neoprene material stretching around Nick’s shaft. The pup's eyes watered slightly as he took Nick to the hilt on the first go, his throat stretching to accommodate the size. Nick groaned, his hand moving to grip the back of Sprout's head, guiding the pup's movements.
Sprout focused on the instructions he’d been given, his tongue sliding out of the pup hood’s muzzle to trace a slow, wet path along Nick’s cock from base to tip. He took his time, savoring the taste and the power of serving his Master in this way. His eyes remained locked on Nick’s, searching for approval as he took him back into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head before sliding down again, taking his time to explore every vein and ridge with meticulous care.
The sounds of Nick’s typing grew more erratic as Sprout's ministrations grew more vigorous. The pup could feel the tension in the dominant’s body, the subtle shift in his breathing. He knew he was doing well, and the knowledge filled him with a sense of pride. The pup’s muffled moans grew in volume, echoing in the room as he took his Master’s cock deep into his throat, feeling the warmth and pulse of Nick’s desire.
“God dammit. Why the hell is this not working?” Nick expressed frustration when the last string of code failed to achieve it’s purpose. Sprout momentarily stopped sucking and lifted his head. He was immediately met with a hand slapping his face. “Did I tell you to stop sucking?”
Sprout, taken aback about what just happened, immediately shook his head and went back to sucking Nick’s cock.
Nick’s hand stroked Sprout’s head as he went back to work, his grip on the pup''s head tightening slightly when Sprout hit a particularly sensitive spot. The pup’s eyes watered, but he didn’t stop, the pain mixing with the pleasure of serving his Master. Nick’s other hand was now free to explore Sprout’s body, his fingers dancing across the pup’s back, tracing the contours of his chest, and pinching his sensitive nipples.
"Good pup. Listen to me at all times. I expect you to be an obedient pup for me at all times."
"Garwa-uff!" Sprout gargled a response.
"Rest." Sprout lifted his mouth off Nick's cock.
"Bowl."
"Awruff!" Sprout went and got more water to stay hyrated and to lubriacte his mouth.
As Sprout finished lapping the water up, he heard "Come here Pup."
Sprout saw Nick stand up and move his desj chair for Sprout to easily crawl to the center of the soacious office. Nick produced a small hand towel from a storage bin. "The next command is fetch. I'll tell you what it is and where it is. You'll need to learn where everything is."
"Awruff!" Sprout in agreement with nearly everything so far.
"Fetch Nipple clamps and Poppers. The Poppers are on the rubber bed, and nipple clamps are in a drawer labeled tit torture. The clamps I want are silver chained with lime green alligator clamps."
"Fetch."
Sprout immediately exited the room. He heard "You may stand when you Fetch."
Sprout stood to two feet, descending the stairs all the way to the basement dungeon under the garage. He got to the dungeon and found the poppers right away. He then looked to the cabinets Nick had gotten the other toys from. Finding it neatly labeled.
Sprout couldn't help himself and tried the clamps on himself. He walked to a mirror to look at the state of him. The redlight of the dungeon, rhe tail wagging between his butt. His nub leaked pre-cum at the sight of his own reflection.
Just as he was admiring himself, he heard a voice. "You better make sure you head back up."
Sprout jumped at the unexpected voice. "Shit!"
Sprout turned and looked for the voice, and little did he know, but the cage in the corner was occupied by Spot. He was locked in, however Nick wasn't gone long enough in the last couple of hours to come all the way downstairs and do this.
"Like what yoo see?" Spot expressed a devilish grin at the sight of another submissive pup serving his husband.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there." Sprout expressed apologetically, as if he intruded in on the caged sub.
"Get back to him." Spot said, more Alpha like than ever.
Sprout took his cue, he grabbed the poppers and nipple chains. As he walked out of the dungeon door, he heard over the loud speaker "Grab two large white towels as well."
Nick was watching. Sprout grabbed two white towels off the top of Spot's cage and headed back to the office.
"Have fun, serve well." Spot expressed.
As he returned to the office, Nick told Sprout "Hand me the poppers and nipple clamps. Spread out one towel as far as you can."
Sprout approaching Nick, allowed him to grab the popers and clamps. The submissive pup then began to unfold a towel with his leather mitts. 'More difficult than expected' he thought to himself. He returned to all fours and used his mitts to lay it all put.
"Present."
Sprout immediately took to his knees and put his arms parallel to the ground. Looking at Nick intently. "Lift your right arm above your head. And hold it there."
Nick produced an electric shaver and began to groom his pup's armpit hair to smooth. "Other armpit now." Sprout complied.
"Return to Present." Sprout returned his arms behind his back. Nick got to worj shaving any chest hair he coukd see and bipple hair. "One of the tasjs you'll be completing is making sure you groom yourself entirely. You'll need a new haircut too, for now though you are a hooded pup."
Sprout was a bit confused but was stilk in a great subby headspace. Nicj grabbed rhe hand towel from before and ooppers bottle. He dumped a lot of the aroma onto the towel and rolled it up. He then shoved the hand towel under Sprout's muzzle. The neiprene holding it there, Sprout recieved the sweet sweet aroma he craves.
Nick stood up and traveled behind Sprout clamps in hand. Sprout didn't notice or care. He was focused on the poppers hit he loved to recieve. Nick reached from behind and applied both nipple clamps, and then proceeded to cuff the mitts together behind Sprout's back.
The poppers were doing their job in relaxing and dumbing down the sub pup. When Nick returned to the front of Sprout. Nick sat down in his desk chair and wheel closer to Sprout. He placed his foot underneath the chaste pup's nub. He then began to smack Sprout in the caged nub. He began gently, Sprout moaning through the poppers rag.
The rag was grabbed from Sprout's muzzle by Nick, right before he delivered a swift kick to Sprouts locked nub. Sprout, doubled over in pain. The poppers softened the blow, but not nearly enough.
Sprout felt an intense pain in his balls. Not before the chain between his nipple clamps was yanked. His already sensutive nipples were on fure from the clamps. Nicj looked on at the sub in a state of poppered up torment. "From now on, poppers will be provided, but pain shoukd be expected shortly after. You'll learn to become addicted to that pain."
Sprout responded "Awruff."
Nick swiftly kicked the nub again. Sprout doubling over form the pain, Nicj grabbed the nipple chain and forced him to sit back up by the threat of the clamps pulling at his nipples even harder.
Sprout knew Nick was into doking out pain. But this wasn't too much for him to handle. Sure he didn't expect the kick in the nuts, but it was his place at the submissive. Nick stood, removed the nipple clamps, causing his nipples to fire waves of pain. Sprout then felt his mitts get unbuckled from behind so he was able to use his leather mitted paws to move again.
"Rest." Nick pojnted and snapped his fingers to the bed beneath his desk. It's only been an hour and a half since the pup's bondage began. Nick's workday was to end at 5:00pm.... Sprout was going to enjoy this.
Between the next couple of hours, the command to Suck. Stay. Bowl. Were used numerous times. Drinking all this water made Sprout need to use the restroom but he didn't know how to ask.
He got his attention by saying "Bark. Awruff. Bark."
Nick looked at him, and then ignored the noises coming from the sub pup, returning to his coding.
'Did I mess up the communication?' Sprout wondering....
"Awruff, Bark, Awruff?" Sprout attempted again.
Nick turned and looked at the pup. "What is it pup, can't you see I'm busy?"
Sprout took the chance, "I have to used the bathroom." Nick opened his eyes wider and understood. He grabbed the leash off the desk and attached it to Sprout's collar. "I'll be right back. Gotta let my pup out."
Sprout dreaded that. He wasn't talking to Sprout... was he on a call this entire time? Does his work know about his kinky habits?
Sprout is told "Stand and Follow."
Nick leads Sprout down to the basement. Nearly the entire way, there is a closet that ipens revealing a restroom downstairs. "Here you go Pup. This is the bathroom you'll use everyday." Sprout approached the urinal and relieved himself. The cage fits well enough that there isn't much splatter. Nick attached the leash to a hook next to the urinal and said "Present."
Sprout was worried, he hasn't really done piss play, but told Nick he wasn't opposed to trying it out. Nick walked up to the presenting Sprout, and locked his mitts once again behind his back.
When Nick returned, Sprouts eye's widened. Spot was following Nick closely behind, leashed and coared. "Piss in his mouth."
Spot approached, with his very large dick, uncaged and free. He approached zsprout's muzzle and began to push his nearly 9 inch penis into the muzzle. Sprout complied, taking Spot's cock into his mouth. Spot began to breathe and look up as he sort of stretched his back. He then began to relieve himself.
"Swallow it all Sprout. When someone says Flush, you swallow."
Spot then said "Flush." Returning his gaze to the meet the sub pup's eyes.
Sprout is experiencing piss play for the first time. He did his best, and the new sickky sweet taste of piss ran over his tongue. As he was listening to Nicj give the instructions, he met eyes with Spot whi said "Flush."
Sprout thought to himself, he must be the Alpha. Sprout began to swallow the piss as quicjly as it splashed in his mouth.
Spot finished and turned to Nick. "Good. Master, what do you wish if me next?"
Nick caressed and embraced Spot, and said "Relieved." As Nick undid the leash attached to Spot's collar, Spot stretched again and reached out to kiss Nick. Nick happily kissed his husband. Spot, turned and asked what he wouldnlike for dinner tonight.
As they discussed this, Sprout saw how bliss it must be to be in Spot's position. Switching from the full sub-locked pup, to full fledged human in such a simple phrase. The thinking by himself didn't last long, Nick approached Sprout, uncuffed the mitts, grabbed the leash and disconnected it from the wall.
Sprout was then lead to the dungeon space. Where he led the pup to a kneeling pad next to the cage where Spot lay before.
"Present."
Sprout assumed the position, "Awruff."
"Here's whats going to happen now pup. I will release you from Present to go find your key to your chastity. Lucky you, you'll be unlocked for being good. Once you're unlocked, I'll continue directions."
"Release."
Sprout released his Present position and went to his human clothing that's stored. He returned with a key ring that contained his chastity keys, a set of handcuff jeys he's played with at home, as well as the jeys to his car. He handed the key, holding the chastity key to Nick.
Nick immediately resched down and unlocked Sprout's nub. Freeing it from the cage, you could see the indents of the cage from where his cock swelled up before.
Nick kept the cage in his hand, relocking it, as to not lose any of the parts. He told Sprout to return the keys to his human clothing and then return to Present.
Sprout did as he asked, and returned to Present. As Sprout was doing that, Nick went to a section of the room and prepared. He got some specific toys he enjoyed using on subs, and collected them in a bin. After he collected them he placed the bin on a bindage bench on the opposite side of the room. Sprout noted that was where the industrial winch was placed in the room.
As he returned, he cliped the leash back to Sprout's collar and walked him iver to this section if the dungeon. He had Sprout stand "Standing Present."
Sprout understood he was to out his mitts behind him and spread out. Nick grabbed each mitt from behind and attached it to the chain that hung near head height. He then disappeared from Sprout's visuin but returned momentsrily witth meys. The meys are used to unlock the butt plug and chastity belt thats been keeping his tail in for so long.
Sprout finally feelig the belt gonloose, felt Nick grab and pull the tail slowly. It plopped out and Nick went to wiling uo any mess that was made. Nick brought the toys thatvhave been used to a bucket that says "dirty." On the side of the bucket, drips in tbe butt olug toy and reutnr sht eleather belt from whence it came.
He re approaches Sprout and unlocks the collar and removes it. He however leaves rhe hood on Sprout. At this point he lowered the inch chain kength and fetched a nee devious tool from his bucket of fun toys. He reappears in Sprout's vision and Sprout feels the cold feeling of steel slowly dragged up and down his back.
"During spankings, i love to control my subs in more ways than one. This is an anal hook, have you ever used or heard of it pup?"
"Awruff." Sprout responds to the new toy being oresented. Sprout had a fetish for getting wedgies and knew this was the next step to getting that same feeling.
"It's a much more fun to have subs hooked to their tip toes. Dont you think Sprout?"
"Awruff!"
Nick places the balled tip of the anal hook to Sprout's hole. He sliwly enters it into the hole, effortlessly thanks to the massive plug being removed. He then pulls it tight and attached the hook to the winch to it.
He un links Sprout's leather mitts from above his head and instead handcuffs them in front of Sprout. Just after, Nick returns to the winch cintrils and Sprout heard the mechancial whirling as he feels like he splits in two.
The anal hook pulls on his hole, and Sprout is elevated to his tio toes to relieve the immense oressure of the hook. He moans as the bookk keeps him there on his toes.
"I'm going to enjoy breaking you."
Just then a loud FWAP hits Sprout's right cheek. The leather paddle hiting Sprout. Unable to react but cry out.
"FUCKKKK!" Sprout shouts iut. For the first time using words since his encounter with Spot hours earlier.
"Puppies don't get to use words. Guess J need to punish you!" With that another FWAP hit's Sprout on the left cheek. Not nearly as hard as rhe first one, it still illicits a moan from the lime sub puppy.
Nick sets the paddle back on the wall, Sprout turns to see what he's doing. Nicj, approaches Sprout with a box. He noticed this box earlier, it's labeled "Ball Crusher."
Another kink. CBT is one of the many in this sub pup's repertoire, and it's clear Nick enjoys it too. "Sit still puppy!"
Nicj takes out the crusher, oijes up the screws, grabs Sprout's balls and slides the other portion of the crusher trapping his balls in between two clear, heavy plastic plates. He then applies the screws and removed the protective pad. As he screws the plate on tightyer, Sprout can feel where the protective oad was, a series of metal apikes. Dukl enoigh they won't break skin, sharp enough to cause consistent ball torture.
He tightens the ball crusher and as it dangles there he returns to the winch and lessens it to allow Sprout to be flat footed. Shortly after twi wrist cuffs are applied to Spriuts, Ankles and before he knows it the spreader bar is locked in place, and his hands are recuffed above his head.
Balls crushed. Ankles Spread. Hands Tied. Ass hooked.
A fantasy of his come true for Sprout. Just as he was thinking about it, Nicj reproduces a different bottoe ofnpoppers and a rag. He soaks some poppers into the rag and places it hnder the neiprene puppy muzzle. Leavingnit there for a full 30 seconds before oulling it. Sprout relaxes into the hook, enjoying the feeling of it. His cock gets rock hard, even with his balls being crushed.
"Once you get poppers, then you'll feel pain."
FWIP. FWIP.
Two decisive spanks with a much thinner switch. Sprout cries out in pain.
FWIP. FWIP.
"HOLY FUCK." Sprout speaks again...
"Didn't I say puppies don't get human words?"
FWIP FWIP FWIP FWIP. Four strikes Sprout can feel the sting.
FWIP FWIP FWIP FWIP. Four more strikes cause Sprout to cry out "AGHHHHH!"
FWIP. Sprout bit his lip in agony.
FWIP. Sprout dipped his head, legs shaking.
"Are you going to be a good boy?"
With a nearly defeated "awruffff." Sprout wants to continue on.
Sprout's head lays low, eyes closed. He's expected another FWIP but it doesn't come.
Instead.... Thwish-
The flogger gently strikes his right cheek.
Thwish- left cheek. Floggers can truly be so pleasurable and feel good in the hands of a experienced dominant. Sprout welcomes the pleasure, as the poppers are the returned to his muzzle.
Sprout didn’t even see but Spot had snuck in and began to help his husband. He applied the rag into the muzzle and returned to the bondage bed behind Sprout’s field of view.
Thwish, Thwish.
Slow and steady, floggers can increase their speed, and the sub will feel the pleasure and pain of it. Carrot and the stick.
Thwish. Thwish. thwish… thwish..
Thwish….
“Ohhhhhh….” Sprout’s moans as the poppers hit jusy right. As his cock goes rock hard, while balls are crushed, ankles and hands bound, and ass hooked.
Just then the pup hood is removed entirely. Spot has the lkme neoprene in his hand. Before he dan sense whats happening, a gas mask is applied on. With blacked lenses, the mask is placed on Sprout, and tubes hooked up, and hung from what it feels like above him. A tube is attachdd to the gas mask, and at the end of it, Spot has placed an aroma feeder with bulb.
Spot has the ball pump in hand, and begins to auto feed poppers to the sub Sprout. Nick, returns to flogging. This time, he increases speed to his liking.
THWish. THWish, THWISH. THWISH.
THWISH. THWISH. Sprout moans, and as he does he can still smell the scent of poppers… are they being fed directly to his gas mask?
THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH.
The strikes sre coming faster, and harder. They aren’t just targeted his cheeks. His kegs, his bacj are reviving lashes of the flogger.
THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH.
Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump. Poppers aree being fed.
Sprout endures, the flogging continues. What will happen next?
