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It was this selfie that did it. This selfie that broke him. He had no idea it would happen. The simple “send me a pic” command had seemed so innocent. So had the ones before it. They hadn’t even seemed like commands. It wasn’t even clear when that had changed. But changed it had.

You see, he met @itsalphamhan from a boy he was using. Looking through his blog, he was impressed at the control he exerted over his many boys. It was impressive. Especially the ones that didn’t fall into your normal “sub” category. Strong men, some with big cocks, still ending up subservient and often locked by the other man’s power. 

Figuring he’d get some tips, he’d chatted him up and praised his conquests. They struck up a great conversation. They kept in touch, often chatting over boys they’d used. He’d occasionally ask for tips on how he’d accomplished one thing or another, but for the most part, they were just enjoying their chats as equals… or so he thought.

He probably should have noticed more that @itsalphamhan would “slip up” a lot and call him puppy. They’d both laugh it off. He could be such a dummy sometimes it seemed. He’d sometimes say things in such a way that it wasn’t clear if he was talking about the boys they were using or him. He’d constantly be cajoled into admitting how strong and impressive @itsalphamhan was, but it never seemed more than a needy bro seeking approval.

Then this happened. He’d long been curious how its as that @itsalphamhan got his guys to become puppies. Yea, he’d played with some pups over the years, but they were already like that. This guy seemed to be able to make normal men lose themselves and become pups. He finally asked how. He should have remembered to be careful what he wished for.

It’s not hard to get a man to become a puppy. Most people naturally follow along with it anyway. You just need to set the groundwork, then have a breaking moment.

“What kind of groundwork.”

Anything that you can then use against them later. I’ll show you that part later. But groundwork can be anything from getting them to lick more often when sucking, following you around behind you, sitting at your feet instead of next to you, and of course the staple “good boy.” See all these things are normal activities so no guy will feel you’re pushing them too far. As long as you can get them this far, the rest is easy.

But if they’re all normal activities, how does that change them?

That, puppy, is what the breaking point is for. You see once you have all the groundwork, you then do something a bit bigger that you can reverse on them and make them feel like the puppy you wanted them to be. I personally like collaring them. Once you do that, you can make them look at themselves. It’s really hard for a man to see himself as one when he’s collared and pointed out to him what he has become. Then you remind him of all the things he’s done like a puppy. His brain will not be able to refute the evidence, and then you push him to do more. The more he does in that moment the more permanent it will be.

“I guess that’s true. Tried the collar with a few guys, but unless they’re super sub already, most shy away from it. I don’t even own a dog collar anymore. It was getting so little use, I sold it.”

Gotta get creative boy! Try using a belt at first. Get them used to it. Your or theirs it doesn’t matter.

That sounds like it would hurt them.

Nah, look just try it on yourself and you’ll see it doesn’t hurt them at all.

“Hmm.” 

Noticing the reticence, @itsalphamhan backed off. They had another couple convos. Not content to lose this though, he brought it back up a while later.

Try it on. You’ll never feel comfortable using it on a boy if you think it will hurt him. Take your belt off and put it on.

He didn’t sense the depth of command that had been put into the statement, but he agreed he should at least see if it hurts first.

“You’re right it doesn’t hurt much except when it tangles with the t-shirt, which kinda gets tight.”

Take off your shirt. You’ll see the leather doesn’t hurt.

“Oh I guess they will be shirtless. Let me try.”

Let me make sure you did it right. If not you could choke them. Send a selfie of it on.

That was it. He took the selfie, but as he saw himself, it started to dawn on him what he looked like. His stricken look was captured as he sent the photo, but he hoped it wouldn’t be noticed….

Top to Collared Part 2

It only took 3 weeks. Three weeks after the foolish photo for it to become a real dog collar. He’d thought for a moment that he’d get out of it, but alas it was not to be.

He’d realized when he’d sent the photo that he might have made a mistake. As the photo clicked, you could see the consternation in his eyes, but it was already sent.

Wow. I was going to let you take it off, but damn. That’s a perfect look for you pup.

“You know I’m not a pup. Stop calling me that. I just wanted to make sure it wouldn’t hurt before I used it on a boy. Definitely not leaving it on.”

Haha ok. I’ll try not to slip up “bro.”

It was only an hour before the texts started. Each one included the picture and a single line that kept pounding into his brain.

Sure looks like a dog collar don’t you think?

Such a cute puppy.

It’s so cool how the collar has a leash already attached.

Just look at those cute puppy eyes.

The worst part was that he couldn’t deny it completely. He was so humiliated. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen for it. That picture was too much, but it wasn’t till the next day though that it got worse.

He hadn’t heard from @itsalphamhan yet that day, but he got a message when he was home from work.

How’d it feel to wear your collar all day?

“What are you talking about? I didn’t wear a collar?”

Are you sure? Pretty sure I saw it around your waist.

“Dude, stop being a dick. I wore a BELT today like I do every day.”

The picture again. Does that look like a belt to you?He didn’t hear from him again that night, but he couldn’t get the words out of his head. It had been a collar for a minute. Just a minute, but still…The next morning, he looked down at the belt. He didn’t want to wear it but knew he had to wear it to work. Sighing, he picked it up, and put it on, but it felt different. It took all his energy not to think about it being a collar even though it was around his waist.

Lunchtime came around, and the messages started again.

Good puppy. I know you’re collared again. No one else may see it, but you and I both know it’s there. Think about it. A collar. Not just A collar, but YOUR collar. And who got you to put it on? Me. Who collared you? Me.

Don’t worry puppy. You can take it off when you go to the gym.

@itsalphamhan had been right about the gym. He was able to take it off and he thought that he’d be free, but then another message came.

I know I’ve been fucking around with your head. Work your chest more today. It’ll help you feel more like a man.

Thank goodness. Finally the game would end! It seemed to work. He focused on his chest and felt better. The next day, no demeaning messages. Only one encouraging one:

Hit the gym today. Do some legs, but especially chest. You know it made you feel better.

He decided that the gym was his best escape from the thoughts that had bothered him the last few days. He worked out more than he’d expected with a lot of great encouragement from @itsalphamhan. It was great. He was so glad to be back to being bros.

Then Friday came around. He got home from the gym, and was worn out. A new message awaited him.

How’d it feel to be such a good boy all week?

“What are you going on about now?’

You were such a good boy! You wore your collar every day. And then you went and worked hard for me. Followed my lead like a good puppy and worked so hard. Hard for the man who collared you! Doesn’t that feel good? GOOD BOY!

There was a brief flash where the praise actually felt good before the anger kicked in. “I am not your puppy!!!”

Bad dog! Don’t argue with me. Lose those stupid clothes.

He started to reply in anger but realized he’d already taken off some of his clothes. He stopped unsure what had happened.

Aww. You must be confused puppy. You spent all week thinking about that belt as your collar. You saw yourself as that puppy every day. And every day you followed more and more of my orders. Your brain wants to obey me.

“No way. Things don’t work like that. Stop being a dick. I was just worn out and not thinking.”

Hahaha. Ya no worries. Go chill dude. It musta been a long day.

The next week went the exact same as before. @itsalphamhan never mentioned the pup stuff again. He just kept encouraging him at the gym, and he went home every day more tired than the time before, but also feeling good. He barely noticed that every day he left the gym there was a “good boy!” mixed into the messages. @itsalphamhan also recommended wearing less at home so he’d let his body cool down. What a great idea.

The following Friday came the fall.

Take off your clothes pup. It’s time.

He was already taking them off. It really was much more freeing without them, so he didn’t balk, but this time he didn’t stop there.

Put on your collar.

He reached down, but stopped himself. No way. That was once. He wasn’t going to do it again. He started to respond, but didn’t get the first word before he continued.

Put it on puppy. Obey. Be a good boy. You are so good at obeying. You wear your collar every day. It will feel so good to wear it where it belongs instead of on your waist.

Do it boy.

Put.

Your.

Collar.

On.

And he did. He tried not to, but it was no use. He couldn’t stop himself.

The next week, he collared himself each night. On Friday before he left the gym, he got the text: I think my puppy needs a real collar. Go to that store downtown and pick one out for yourself.

He didn’t want to, but he did anyway. Maybe if he had a different collar it wouldn’t feel so bad wearing his belt to work all day. He found one that looked pretty studly and brought it home.

Strip puppy. -He did

Collar yourself. -He did

Send me a pic. -He did…

GOOD BOY!

You’re such a good boy, it’s time you learn to be a really good DOG.

The implications of what he was almost allowing to happen hit him like a brick. He took off the collar and tossed it away. He was never going to put that on again.

The next week was rough. Though he never responded, he got messages every day. He was constantly called Good Boy or Good Dog especially when he left the gym. He liked going and loved what it was doing to his body, but was hard to handle the regular cadence of messages.

Finally, he’d had enough. He responded simply, “Enough. Leave me alone.”

It wasn’t till the next morning that @itsalphamhan responded. Ok pup. I have thought a lot about what you said. I have decided to leave you be. On one condition. You obey me completely for one hour.

In the grand scheme of things one hour seemed a small price to pay. All he wanted to do was forget all this had happened and go back to using his regular boring boys. “Fine.”

That night, the messages began.

Put your collar back on.

“I threw it out.”

You know you have one around your waist. Take it off. Put it on. Obey.

He knew if he didn’t follow that he’d never get out of this, so he complied.

That’s a good boy! Such a good dog!

Now, strip.

He hated the way that he spoke to him, but again, he complied.

Now, do exactly as I say.

Walk to the mirror.

Good boy. Look yourself in the eyes.

Good dog. Now, keep looking at yourself but sink to all fours.

Not bad puppy, but curl those fingers up. That’s right. A tight fist. Now back down. Good doggie.

Now tell me, does what you see in the mirror look like a man?

“No.”

What does it look like?

He couldn’t bring himself to respond. Just a little longer and all this could be put behind him.

Hmm. Reluctance? Ok boy. This one is simple.

BARK.

“Arf”

Good dog! Again! Speak!

10 more times it was repeated. He had to admit that the consistent barking did make it harder to think about what he was intending to say when it was over.

Now, I know we’ve got some time left. I don’t want my puppy to be bored. Go get your gym shoe.

Good doggie! Now sniff it!

“I don’t like shoes. Not my thing.”

Bad dog! I didn’t say talk, I said sniff! Now!

He lowered his head to his shoes. They were ripe from the gym, but he did as told.

Good boy. Sniff.

Lick.

Bark.

He did. For 30 minutes he sniffed his shoes and licked them, barking all the while. After 10 he didn’t mind the smell or taste. After 20 he started to like it. At the end of the 30 minutes he found it hard to think straight at all.

Now boy, pick up your shoe. Not with your paw, but your mouth. Good boy. Now look at yourself. Tell me what you. look like.

“A dog.” He didn’t want to admit it, but he really did. Even the shoe falling out of his mouth as he spoke didn’t change that he really did look so much more puppy than man in this moment.

Now boy, our hour is almost up. You will look at yourself in the mirror and you will see the dog you’ve become. I bet you will spend the rest of the night with your shoe right there on the floor. In the morning, you’ll be reluctant to put back on those restrictive clothes.

I bet every time you see a man’s sneaker you will think of licking it. I think every time you’re at the gym you’ll smell the sweat and start panting like you are now. Every time you get dressed to go to work, you know you’ll be collared even if it’s around your waist. 

You will think of all of this. And I will not message you. But I bet you will message me. Night doggie.

He lasted 2 weeks. Every single statement was true. He had never been into sneakers, but every time he saw them on a hot guy he thought about licking them. Every time he smelled musk from men or clothes he wanted to pant. It bombarded his brain over and over again.

He sent the fateful message to @itsalphamhan. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It won’t go away.”

@itsalphamhan smiled to himself and invited him over. I’ll fix it for you.

He eagerly went right over. He took two steps in and noticed instantly that @itsalphamhan had been at the gym. The scent was everywhere. He couldn’t help himself and started breathing deeply, almost panting.

@itsalphamhan walked up, carrying a collar.

“I thought you were going to help.”

Oh, I am. He said as he slipped the collar around the boys neck. He reached up but couldn’t find the way to unfasten it.

“This isn’t what I meant.”

Stop trying to take it off Kai. Your paws won’t work on it anyway. Now. You’re going to realize that you’re already a dog. You’re going to sink to all fours on your little front paws, and you’re going to bark. And you’re not going to talk again inside this house.  You can pretend to be a man when you go to work, but here we know what you are.

“I. No. Thats not… And why did you call me Kai?” but despite his protests he was in fact sinking to the floor. His mind was far more gone than he’d expected. He started to turn to leave. He’d find another way.

Because boy. That’s was your last step. I just took your name away from you. You’re just Kai now. Kai is a good dog name don’t you think? Now come lick my shoes, socks and feet, and then I’ll let you have my bone.

He tried to stop himself. He really did. But he couldn’t. He licked. He sniffed. He panted. He barked. @itsalphamhan said over and over what a good boy Kai was.

That weekend, his conditioning was deepened. @itsalphamhan didn’t even have to add much more to it. The foundation was already there, and losing his name was the final straw.

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