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He’d been a lot scrawnier a year ago. But I’d worked him out hard. Put him through his paces. Pushed him into new regimens, better equipment, longer workouts—even got him to try a few supplements. And it was paying off.

“Flex,” I said. And Ricky, laying on the bed—looking up at me with those sad, confused, puppy dog eyes—couldn’t help himself. He put his hands behind his head and flexed his biceps for me.

I could smell his musky armpits from here. We’d just gotten back from the gym, you see, where Ricky here had just told me he was moving upstate. Wanted to try new things, he said. Get a new job, new girl, and new… friends.

“Flex,” I said again.

Ricky twisted into a new pose, flexing every muscle he could. Eyes searching for my approval—but not sure why he craved it.

Those “supplements” had beefed him up, sure. But they’d also dumbed him down. Made him more… suggestible. Compliant. 

Obedient.

I stood up and started walking toward the bed. “Good boy, Ricky.”

I saw his dick twitch through his shorts. He flexed even harder for me—sweating, breathing hard through his mouth, not realizing his tongue was slowly falling out.

“Put your arms down,” I said with a smirk. And he obeyed.

I was in front of the bed now. His eyes level with the bulge in my workout shorts. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it. I nudged it casually with my hand and watched him subconsciously lean a little closer to it. This was too easy.

I slowly reached down and put my hand under his thin wife beater—feeling his smooth abs with my fingertips. He squirmed—looking up at me with innocent, half-lidded eyes.

“You wanna take your shirt off?” I asked excitedly.

I scratched his belly—his eyes widened and he let out a moan before he could stop himself. I could see his hard dick jutting out from his shorts.

Taking that as my answer, I pulled his shirt over his head. He instinctively flexed his chest for me. I bent down and scratched it. “That’s a good boy.”

He was too humiliated to make eye contact with me. But I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he panted.

I leaned close to his ear. “Flex, puppy.”

Ricky whined softly as he put his arms between his legs like a little puppy and flexed as hard as he could—still panting as he looked up at me. Wanting another belly rub so badly.

I placed my hand on his stomach and kept it still—teasing him with my fingers, making him moan and beg for it. He let out a low whine and humped at the air, staring up at me with pleading eyes.

I smirked down at him—then scratched again and watched his frown turn into a big, dumb, happy smile. He panted even harder, then put a closed fist on his dick and started thrusting, trying to cum.

“NO. No, no, no.”

Ricky immediately took his fist off his dick, whimpering up at me for forgiveness. With one hand, I pushed him onto his back. “That’s not how we behave.”

He looked at me, panting and with his legs up in the air—part of him wishing this nightmare would end and more and more of him giving into the idea of being my dumb, obedient, horny jockpup.

“Take your shoe off.”

He did, with trembling hands.

“Put your face in there, puppy.”

Ricky looked at me. Looked at the shoe. Looked back at me, pleading.

“Stick your snout in the shoe, dummy. You love shoes.”

He tried to fight it, but I could see him salivating as the shoe got closer to his face. Nervously, he rubbed his nose lightly against his gym shoe, breathing in the scent… then he dove in and took a huge whiff. Then another. And another.

“That’s a good puppy. You can start a whole new life here with me. Bring me the paper in the morning, do tricks for the guys at the gym, chew on your gym shoes while I’m at work—”

Ricky whimpered, his face not leaving the shoe.

“Oh, it won’t be so bad.” I leaned down and grabbed his cock through his pants. “You might even enjoy it.”

He let out another moan and pushed his face even deeper into the shoe—humping his dick against my hand like the horny puppy he was.

I put a hand on his stomach and started scratching again—pushing the shoe onto his face. Inside, I could hear his tongue lapping around. He whimpered again. Then let out a playful bark.

I scratched harder.

When my fag is done with a chore, they indicate it by coming over to me and waiting patiently in position 1.

Position 1, of course, requires that the sub’s chest and face be presented “up”. He’s proud to serve, proud to be a good pup, and proud to be on all 4s for his owner.

What’s great about this is that if I’m lying down and reading, my feet hang off the end of my chaise. A pup could just press his nose right into the sole of my foot, and breathe in that scent that makes his caged dick swell and his full nuts churn.

His plug will instinctively be pulled in by clenching pussy lips —rubbing the pup’s sensitive, engorged prostate and beginning the process of milking the precum right out of his nub onto the floor beneath him.

Rules

What, exactly, are you trying to celebrate today? Independence? You haven’t been independent since you got on all fours and presented your cunt to me, begging to have your hole plugged and your orgasms removed. Remember that? 3 years ago when you became my property?

You shit when I tell you to. You work when I tell you to. You eat, or don’t eat, when I tell you to.

You’re so dependent on me your lungs would collapse if I left. You’d lay on the floor, fucking your own cunt until you died of hunger, desperately trying to feel the high you get from service.

You’re a junkie for Alpha attention and you’re hooked so hard that you’ve forgotten what life was like before I took over. Remember when you used to go to work and had no purpose? When you’d come home and jack off listlessly? When you’d try to have any meaning to your life, but it was the same grueling non-existence you’d never identified before.

Put your nose on my shoe.

Good boy. That’s your purpose. That’s what makes you real. That’s what your life was built for. Service to me.

I didn’t want to get up on stage, and act fake. That’s what I thought of it. Hot….cold….take your shirt off, just excuses to show off.

I really wasn’t interested in watching, or participating.

After a night out, i was either ready to try another joint, or go home. Watch something before bed, play a game, or tidy up. I didn’t want to sit at a square table until Mysto the asshole came over to interrupt our flow.

Sadly, my friends saw the sign, the marquee, and dragged me along with all sorts of why’s, or why not, you should, and why don’t you want to?

I relented, and followed them in.

There was a smoke machine in here. It gave the place a musky vibe that encouraged small talk, and cocktails. There wasn’t much going on until the fans onstage started up to blow the excess smoke away, revealing our host, the hypnotist.

Unlike where we sat the stage looked clean, serene. Two flat screens came down, and began showing spirals. The hypnotist beckoned the audience to look up, and then go back to their routine.

I didn’t pay him much mind as he stepped off the stage to make small talk at various tables, but I glanced up, now, and again, to see what was going on, or if those screens were off. My friends clapped at random points, not sure why, nothing was going on. The spirals on the screens were still going, and the hypnotist was safely away at another table. In my head, I was starting to form excuses, a reason to leave when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Evening, how are you all enjoying the show?

My friends clapped, but I wondered, what show? He kept trying to push my shoulder, and he wouldn’t stop snapping his fingers. More giggling, this was pointless, but my body felt nice…warm. Why is the hypnotist giving me a massage?

Would you like to come up onstage?

Yes, I would like to come up onstage.

My eyes flutter open, and I’m no longer with my friends, im backstage.

You will follow every command onstage. Until the show ends. Then you will follow your next orders.

What is this? I feel him touch my ear, something pierces, and clicks on place. Then……

Yes Master, I will obey on stage.

I follow him onstage, oblivious to the applause, and sit in a chair. I see another guy asleep in a chair, and he looks out of it. The hypnotist walks toward me, and I stand, following his gestures to the man in the chair, and kneel before him.

I hear something shaking, stirring. Then a pat on my head to look forward. I feel a growl in me as I lick the cream, burrow my head to eat more. Everyone in the audience watching me lick this man’s crotch, but I can’t get enough. My tongue licking the cream from his pants. The texture of his jeans in my mouth. Then another thought enters, I want to cum. Then I leak.

The hypnotist wraps his arm around me, and I go down.

Sleep!

I mouth, Yes Master, and I obey.

I’m back with my friends, and they’re all laughing, and giving me hugs. You were so awesome up there, why don’t you lick me like that. I really don’t know what they are talking about, and they want to move on to another place. I back out, and tell them I’m taking an uber home, and watch them walk away. Once out of sight, I turn back into an alley into a backdoor, back into the theater. I return to the stage, and kneel. Master, I am here. I obey.

The smoke fills the stage, and I inhale. Removing my clothes, and bowing further.

Good boy, I saw your snarling face in the audience, and knew I had to subvert you. You’ll be better this way, or better with who keeps you.

More applause, but I just leak on the floor.

The hypnotist turns back to a smaller, darker audience. You see, it’s more than mere hypnotism. The implant I slipped into his ear keeps him docile, in place. It blocks out any resistance, installing focus, obedience. If I were to remove it……..

Then he does, and I wake up. Staring at my leaking cock on the polished floorboards. I remember the show, backstage, how I licked that…..guy. I grab my clothes, and try to get away.

See ladies, and gentlemen, completely aware yet weak. Look at him fumble to escape, confused, disoriented. My words still in his head. You will obey!

The clothes slip from my hands, over and over, but I stand, shudder, and become still

Joystick

One second I was running along my usual route, and the next, I woke up on the ground with my head throbbing and something strange on my neck. 

I rolled over so I could push myself up. I felt at my neck, my hand feeling leather. At the front of my neck, I felt a small metal part, like a tag. I hurried to tear it off, tear this collar off. How did it get on me?

“It’s no use. That collar might as well be part of your skin now,” someone said.

I whipped around, and saw a man my age sitting near me. He looked so casual, so comfortable, so satisfied. He smiled at the sight of me struggling.

“You’re my property now,” he said.

If we weren’t in this situation, I’d be admiring his perfect facial structure, his lean muscles, his well-kept clothes and hair. But no, I had to get this collar off. It seemed like he was right though. I couldn’t manage to get my fingers under the collar. It was stuck there.

“What the hell did you do?” I growled at him.

He laughed. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll only be upset about it a bit longer.”

“What do you—”

He leaned forward and scratched behind my ear, and I lost all focus. I leaned into his hand as it scratched me. I felt a grin take form on my face, and my cock start to harden. Damn, it felt so good. I wanted him to keep scratching.

He stopped.

I felt the flood of reality return to my mind.

“What the hell was that?”

“You’re my dog now,” he said matter-of-factly.

Fuck, he looked so satisfied, like everything was right in the world. He was taking so much pleasure in… whatever he was doing to me. And while I wanted to run and get help, to scream, all I could think about was how much I wanted him to scratch me again.

That’s when I noticed I had never stood up. I’d been on all fours this entire time.

He must’ve seen my eyes widen when I noticed this, because he laughed again. Wow, I loved the sound of his laugh. It was so confident, so familiar. I shook my head. No, I hated his laugh.

“You see, it’s really happening. Whether you believe it or not. You couldn’t stand if you wanted to.”

I didn’t want to. For some reason, I was content on all fours. But I forced myself to try to stand anyway. It didn’t work.

“Come here, boy,” he commanded.

My body moved before I could stop it, but I didn’t really want to stop anyway. I couldn’t make myself want to stop, even though somewhere in my barely-human mind, I knew this was wrong.

When I got to him, he moved so he could scratch my ear with one hand and play with my cock with the other. Even with him just touching my growing cock through my shorts, it felt incredible.

“Let’s get you home, boy,” he said. “I want to play with my new pup boy’s cock.”

As I started to follow him, still on all fours, I heard a dog barking somewhere nearby.

And I have guests coming round.. so you will be on your best behaviour. And your shock collar and harness will be on. Any disobedience in insubordination will be harshly dealt with.. understood pup?