My gimp acts more like a dirty dog than anything else, which is why i love forcing him to be my rubber pup, walking him around and ordering him bark and act like my bitch….and he does it ever so obediently all for the slight chance that i might let him sniff and lick my ass…what a sick boy….
My real life D/s relationship: Do you like this new sleeping arrangement? I think it’s very appropriate for a bitch like you. Now you better be good while I’m off on my date…. -Mistress L
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[A special thanks to Kraken for volunteering a photo for this story.]
The Society
Like a fog lifted, memories come back to you from the night before. The mansion, The Society. You sit up in bed and look down at your cock. It defiantly stands up, throbbing. A strange light glimmers around the base of your shaft. You groan.
Last night had every marking of a dream. But it was real. If you concentrate, you can picture it. Feel it, even.
You shift nervously as you stand nearly naked in Sir’s living room. The chain link leash clipped to your collar jingles.
“What a good boy. You look absolutely stunning in your costume.”
Despite the compliment, you’re not sure you’re ready for the evening. You’ve always fantasized about wearing gear just like this, but never around strangers. The thought of going to a Halloween party so exposed makes your heart race. Mixed in with that fear is excitement. Your cock throbs in its tiny locked chastity cage.
Hands run over your chest and bottom. They give you goosebumps. They put you at ease. One hand rests on your locked cock. Sir keeps you locked from time to time, even though you’re an alpha. He likes to build up your sexual energy and release you on more submissive boys.
“We won’t be needing this tonight,” Sir says.
As the man reaches into his pocket for a key, you can’t help but shake your bottom. Sir smiles at your first demonstration of wagging.
“Good boy. You are going to enjoy tonight, I’m sure.”
Later, Sir leads you to the passenger seat of his car. That renews your racing heart. You were to ride to the party without covering up. Were you not wearing the pup hood, everyone could see your red face as easily as your exposed cock.
Sir smiles. “You have a question?”
You ask where he is taking you. He chuckles.
“They go by many names. But tonight, we will call them ‘The Society.’”
Sir pulls onto a winding road into the woods. You relax now that the streets busy with staring people are behind you. The drive is long. You watch the full moon and lose track of time.
The car pulls up to a gated brick house. A mansion. You take a deep breath as Sir opens your door and clips a leash to your collar. He leads you to an ornate wooden door, bound with iron, and engraved with a paw mark.
“Tonight’s rules are simple,” Sir says as he knocks an iron clapper. “Whoever holds this leash own you. Obey their every command.”
Your Sir smiles. He notices your hesitation. Was it how your eyes glanced down?
“Do not worry, pup. No one here will harm you or cause you discomfort. In fact, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
The ornate door opens, and Sir leads you into a mansion of sights that make your unlocked cock throb. Several rooms hold beefy men in rubber and leather. You see gas masks, flogs, fuck-benches and more. Like you, several smooth, naked boys wear pup gear. Their leashes jingle as they are lead around—some on two feet, some on four. At the center of the entry room, you see a bronze statue of a hound.
You have barely taken in the sight when the leash tugs you off to a room. This by itself would not be alarming. You are excited to see what wonders the house holds. But you realise the man holding your leash is not the man you came here with.
The thick man holding your leash smells like cigars and is dressed in a leather vest and chaps. The latter reveal a dingy, bulging jockstrap.
The man stops at the bar surrounded other bear-like men. He gives one more tug on the leash and says “Sit.”
The command strikes you like a bell. You fall to your knees without thinking. Your muzzle lines up with the man’s jockstrap.
“Good boy,” he says as he rubs your head with his heavy hand. The strong grasp and chuckle of the men around you fill you with pleasure. Your body wiggles as if to betray your excitement.
Despite the man’s strength and dominance, he gently nudges your head to his bulge. You pick up on the unspoken command and rub your muzzle against his jockstrap. The strong smell of musk penetrates your neoprene pup hood. It makes you dizzy with lust.
You nuzzle deeply. You can feel the man’s thick, sweaty cock swelling beneath the jockstrap. Any moment, that cock will spring out. You can’t wait to suck it.
A tug on the leash snaps you back to attention. The men around you laugh and the bear holding your leash helps you to your feet. He pats you on the head again.
“Good boy. That’ll do.”
You want to say something. You want to apologize for how you lost control. You want to thank him for how he made you feel: owned. How your rock hard cock feels like it’s buzzing with arousal. You want to say anything.
Instead, all that you manage is a whimper.
The bear chuckles again. He hands the leash to another man and you are paraded off. This new man, your temporary owner, glistens in a black rubber catsuit. It accentuates his tall, lean build. He leads you to a bedroom. On the bed, you see a boy with his ankles tied over his head. His smooth, bare ass is exposed to the dimly lit room.
The rubber man guides you onto the bed, and hope you are ordered to fuck the bound boy.
“Lick.”
This command jolts you like the one from the leather bear. Your mouth drips with saliva, and you go to town on the boy’s tender hole. You’ve never given a rimjob before. But judging by the slurping sound of your maw, and the moans from the boy, you are a natural.
“Please!” The boy moans. “Please let me cum!”
The smell of drool and the boy’s smooth taint intoxicates you, and you shove your tongue deeper.
“I’m gonna cum!” He shouts, but you don’t hear it.
Instead, the leash tugs you away. You snap back to your senses and stare at the boy’s wet hole. The boy thrashes against his bonds and begs you to continue.
Dimly, you realise the boy is not holding your leash. The man in rubber is, and he tugs you off the bed.
You look down at your hard cock and notice something strange. The room is dark, and you swear you see a faint glow around the base of your cock. The light tickles you with an electric sensation.
A tug on the leash turns your thoughts away from your cock. You try to stand, but find you can only follow on all fours.
There’s no time to process this new change either. The man in rubber passes the leash, like a baton, to a man in the hallway. Your new owner is a ripped frat boy. He is shirtless and wears a backwards hat and booty shorts. He takes you to a lounge room filled with other fraternity men.
The man leads you to a weight bench and tells you to climb up. The men in the room all come over to pet and tease you, and you love every moment of it.
When the man holding your leash says “Roll over,” you eagerly flip over and lift your legs. Hands spread lube on your ass and the boys praise you with “Good boy.” More hands play with your nipples and cock.
When the first cock presses against your hole, a part of you comes to your senses. You think about rolling off the bench, but the man holding your leash looks into your eyes.
“Stay. Good boy.”
The first frat boy fucks you. Slow and strong at first. Then with pounding fury. The guys around hoot and cheer. You are too embarrassed to enjoy it.
By the time the third man start pounding you, you begin to enjoy it. No, you crave it. You clench and thrust yourself on their dicks. You feel your own cock pulsing, and desperately want to reach for it. But the look from the man holding the leash has you paralyzed.
“Good boy. Stay,” he repeats. You lose yourself in the rhythm of thrusting hips.
This time, you’re not sure how long you lost yourself. A tug of the leash brings you back. Where? You’re back in the grand foyer. The bronze statue of the hound stoically gazes over you.
“Gentleman, sirs, boys and pups,” your Sir grandly addresses the room. “Thank you for gathering here on All Hallow’s Eve, where we may witness a rare transformation.”
All eyes fall on you. You are still seated on your haunches, and don’t have the courage to speak. That is, if you could even speak.
“My boy has obediently undergone the Rite of the Hound. It is nearly complete, as is evident by the Binding Ring.”
Sir’s words remind you of the faint light around your cock. You look down to see the light blazing. You look up at your Sir and whine.
“Do you want to stroke your cock, pup?”
You bark. Bark? You find this as strange as your sir calling you pup. He always called you boy before.
“Go ahead,” he says. “Paw.”
You wrap your hand around your cock, hesitant at first. Every stroke brings you closer to the edge. Soon you are panting and blushing as the whole room watches.
But you cannot push yourself over the edge. You consider giving up, but the buzzing ring of light fills your body with pleasure. After minutes, you begin whimpering and howling for mercy.
“As you can see, the Binding Ring has complete control over his cock. He still feels lust, but cannot achieve release without my command.”
Your Sir turns back to you. “And now, with the last thoughts of a boy still in your head, I offer you a choice. I will let you cum here and now, and the ritual will be complete. Henceforth, on nights of the full moon, you will lose your human ability to speak and walk on two legs. You will serve The Society obediently, like you did tonight. What do you say, pup?”
The question sends a shiver down your back, and a new wave of pleasure through your cock. There were still human thoughts in your heads: the same mix of fear and excitement. But they were faint compared to the overwhelming urgency of lust.
Eagerly, you bark.
“Good boy. Now cum.”
Without any coaxing from your hand, your cock shoots its load all over the floor. You howl in bliss. The room cheers. Time slows.
In the afterglow of your orgasm, your Sir rests a hand on your head.
“Good boy. There’s one more thing. The Binding Ring will remain—full moon or not. It’s effects will be more… subtle. But you will not be able to cum without my command. Some pups learn to cherish this condition. It binds them to their master better than any chastity device.”
Back in your bed, you reach for you phone and see a message from your Sir. He asks how you are doing. You start to type a response, but hesitate.
“You want to ask me how long these changes last?” your Sir replies.
You type that last night was fun, but you don’t know how long you can go without masterbating. You had never spent more than a week in chastity, and that was torture.
“You made your choice,” Sir replies. “And on All Hallow’s Eve in one year’s time, you will be given that choice again.”
One year! Your mind begins to race as you stare at the message.
“Don’t worry, pup. You’ll have many full moons to think about it.”
The creak of a metal door snaps you out of a trance. You shake your head and try to remember how you got here, locked in a kennel.
You remember going to a leather bar. Someone catches your eye across the dance floor. You’ve seen pups before, but never in full rubber. You can’t believe how hot he looks.
You see him slip away and decide to follow. You catch him waiting outside the restroom. He’s breathing heavily through his nose.
When you introduce yourself, he tilts his head and stays silent. You tell him you like his gear. He wiggles. You notice he’s gagged and can’t speak.
You ask if it’s hot, and he pants and paws at his collar. That’s when you realize he is wearing rubber mitts that completely cover his hands.
You ask if he needs help and if he wants out. He tilts his head and pants. Wow, he must be really into character! Still, you decide to reach for the collar on his neck. When he doesn’t pull away, you undo the collar.
The pup’s head snaps up and looks at the collar in your hands. He then urgently paws at the hood on his head. More sure of yourself, you help the pup take his hood off.
With a wet slurp, the hood peels off, including the built in gag. The boy underneath has sweaty, matted hair. Between gasps for breath, he says “Thank you.”
“I uh. Really needed a break. Can you help me out of the rest?”
You stare for a moment, cock slightly stirring at the thought of touching the pup. He’s almost exactly your size, and handsome.
“I really need to pee.”
You laugh and help him out of his gear: First locking mitts and a harness. You look away when he pulls out a pup tail plug. Next you unzip the back on his suit.
In the cold hallway, steam rises from the pup’s sweaty suit. He stands in front of you, naked except for his groin.
That’s when you notice the chastity belt. It’s full metal, with rubber where the belt meets the skin. When the boy clicks the belt open, you figure it was never locked.
Now completely nude, the pup slips into the bathroom. You shift awkwardly, guarding the pup’s pile of gear. When he takes longer than five minutes, you decide to pick up the rubber suit.
You can smell lube and sweat. The rubber has gone cold, and you imagine it wrapped around your body.
The bathroom door swings open, and you stare dumbly at the pup, his rubber suit still in hands.
“Thanks for watching my stuff. You like gear?”
You nod and tell him you’ve fantasized about being in his exact outfit.
You hardly notice the boy glance down the hallway. “Would you like to try it on?”
You can hardly contain your boner.
“One condition,” he grins. “You have to try it ALL on.”
You look down at the chastity belt and hesitate. But the slick feel of rubber in your hands persuades you.
The belt clicks on after coaxing your cock to soften. You’re amazed how snug it fits.
“With a lock on it, it’s impossible to get out,” the boy says.
Next the suit. The lube and sweat feels slimy at first, but it slides on with ease. The rubber quickly warms to your body, and you wish your cock could fully enjoy the experience.
Next the harness and mitts. Once on, you realize how helpless you are without your hands.
“Don’t worry. Pups only need paws.”
With a flourish, the boy slips the hood over your head. As the rubber settles, a firm grip forces the plug into your mouth.
“Open wide!”
Now gagged and mitted, you know you’ve lost control. This is made clear when the boy says “Almost forgot the plug!”
You grunt as he firmly presses the plug against your ass. You resist for a moment, but eventually relax. With a gagged yelp, the large plug settles in your hole. You feel the harness clip over it, keeping the plug firmly pressed inside.
“What do you think?” the boy asks, still naked.
You experiment with wagging your tail and crouching on all fours. You try tell him how nice it feels, how horny the suit has made you, but can only grunt.
The boy laughs and glances down the hall again. You notice for the first time he’s nervous. You paw at your hood to indicate you want out.
“Oh! I forgot the collar. I think you’ll really like this part.”
You try to push the boy away, but he slips the collar on. You hear a distinct click, and everything goes dark.
You flail around for a moment, but feel weaker and weaker. Eventually you settle on all fours. That’s when you hear a whisper.
“Good boy.”
The voice did not come from the boy, who you distantly see putting on your clothes. The voice seems to come from the hood itself. It’s soothing. Pleasurable, even. You find you can’t move.
“Sorry to do this, pup,” you hear the boy say before slipping out the back door.
You try to channel your rage to leap after him.
“Good boy,” the hood says, and your mind melts.
Minutes, maybe hours later, the sound of heavy boots snap you out of a trance. You look up to see a thick man standing over you. He clips a leash to your collar.
“Did you enjoy your night out? Good boy. Time to go back to the kennels.”
You try to pull at the leash, but again the hood whispers and soothes you. On all fours, you follow the man out of the bar.
This post is a short choose-your-own-adventure story. Read the intro and skip ahead to the section you choose. And remember, I’m looking for photos to post with my stories. Send me some photos of YOU if you want to be featured (anonymously, or otherwise).
Your phone lights up with this message: Ready for Valentine’s Day? Tell your followers about the lucky guy you’ll be spending the day with.
[Yes! I have a date.]
[No. I’m single.]
You select the second option. A new message pops up: We can fix that! Answer this question and we’ll hook you up with your dream date. Describe yourself:
[A total stud. The envy of the locker room.]
[A kid at heart. Loves to be a spoiled.]
[A puppy dog. Adventurous and loyal.]
A total stud.
You press the button with a smirk. Of course you’re a stud. Anyone who’s seen your cock knows. Even now it feels tight in your pants. You reach down to adjust your bulge and feel something hard. Hard like plastic. You look down your gym shorts to see you’re wearing a jockstrap you hadn’t put on. How did that get there?
A wave of strong musk wafts up from the cup, even though you know you showered just this morning. You try to run your thumb under the waistband, but the black mesh athletic cup won’t budge. It seems to be fused with your crotch, as solid as any other part of your body.
Your phone buzzes with a new message. Welcome to the Single’s Awareness Day (S.A.D.) program, stud. Your S.A.D. suit has been activated. The jockstrap model will deny you the ability to touch your cock. It also enhances your pheromones to attract dominant men. Once per week, you will be permitted orgasm if you meet the following conditions: You wear nothing but the jockstrap in at least three (3) different gym locker rooms for two (2) hours each. You give blowjobs to at least seven (7) different men. You get fucked by at least seven (7) different men. You smell at least a dozen men’s dirty underwear.
Your enrollment in this program will continue until a man you’ve met in a locker room claims you, at which point the suit’s settings will be controlled by him.
A kid at heart.
As you press this button, you feel your pants get warm. And wet. You just wet yourself! You curse and wiggle your way out of your pants. How could this happen? As you peel your wet underwear off, the sight of your cock confuses you. You shave from time to time, but now your crotch is perfectly smooth. And your dick looks smaller.
The doorbell rings.
You stumble into a new pair of pants and answer the door. No one is there, but there’s a large package addressed to you. You bring it in and open it up. Inside are several neat square bundles with labels: Little Pawz. Space. BareBum. They’re diapers.
Your phone buzzes with a new message: Welcome to the Single’s Awareness Day (S.A.D.) program, boy. Your S.A.D. suit has been activated. Unlike other models, the diaper boy configuration has no physical presence. Instead, the suit will prevent you from controlling your bladder, or achieving self-pleasure. An order a diapers has been delivered to your address for your convenience. Please open the “starter pack” now.
You look for the pack in the box and see a single wrapped diaper. When you rip open the plastic, it lets out a puff of white powder. You choke on the flowery scent. Baby powder! By the time your vision clears, you notice the diaper in your hands is gone. It’s wrapped around your butt.
Your phone buzzes again: Starter diaper successfully installed. The S.A.D. suit will prevent you from removing your diapers. You will be assigned a new daddy each week to assist you with changes. Additionally, the daddy may give you an orgasm at his discretion. We recommend you obey commands from your daddies, if you want to be rewarded.
Your enrollment in this program will continue until a daddy claims you full-time, at which point the suit setting will be controlled by him.
You stare blankly at the message, unsure what to do. You notice the warm sensation around your groin again. The diaper swells.
A puppy dog.
You press the button and feel something firm around your neck. You feel a thick leather strap, a cold steel buckled, and a D-ring with dog tags that jingle. A collar! You fidget with the buckle for a couple minutes, but can’t find a way to remove it. You try to curse. But instead you hear “Woof!”
Ruff?
Your phone buzzes with a new message: Welcome to the Single’s Awareness Day (S.A.D.) program, pup. Your S.A.D. suit has been activated. In addition to converting your speech, the pup model will ensure you obey the orders of your owner. A new owner will be assigned to you each week. Before you are presented to your owner, he will send you a package of the gear you will wear for the week.
The doorbell rings, and you bark. Shit. You pull at the collar as you go to the door. You find a package addressed to you. You bring it inside and open it up. The package contains a steel chastity belt. A full rubber suit. Rubber mitts. And a rubber butt plug with a puppy tail.
You think to say “I’m not wearing this!” But you growl instead. When your collar shocks you, you yelp.
Your phone buzzes: You must obey your owner’s commands. After you are geared up, handler will arrive to secure you in a kennel. Then you will be transported to your first owner. Your enrollment in this program will end when an owner claims you full-time.
You whine and reach for the rubber gear.
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Most of you need the cage. You need it because you need time to reflect. You keep doing the same kind of thing and expecting different results. The good Goddess knows that I have tried to help you. Stubbornly, you can’t seem to hear my message or change. You need the cage. You need it desperately. When I cage you I will feel the same thing I always felt when I caged Butler. Suddenly, I felt a sense of relief and calmness. I knew exactly where he was. I knew that although he was not in much pain, I was still pressing on his manhood. I was grinding slowly but I was grinding exceedingly fine. I would sit in the dining room and eat a meal and everything would taste a little bit better. Friends would come over and I would enjoy their visit more than usual. I would go on a walk and have a wonderful sense of freedom and movement. When it was time, I knew he would truly listen to me with new ears. He would be able to hear me. I give you a chance to be part of a revolution but you can’t hear me yet.
![[A special thanks to Kraken for volunteering a photo for this story.]The SocietyLike a fog lifted, m](https://64.media.tumblr.com/f72f3aa57088321ab16f34564009be90/tumblr_ph6q2qMe4y1wz8fydo1_r1_1280.jpg "[A special thanks to Kraken for volunteering a photo for this story.]The SocietyLike a fog lifted, m")
