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Andrew walked around the gas station, looking for a quick snack. He was going to meet his buddies, who had just gone across States for college. It promised to be a fun weekend at the least. He just needed to gas up and wouldnât mind some snacks for the road, then would make a quick stop to the washroom. He had quite a bit of hours until he would make it to his buddyâs apartment. He slowly went between the short aisles, looking for something of interest.
Killian watched Andrew as he walked through the gas station, following behind him at a distance. He waited until Andrew went into the bathroom, following behind him and jumping him from behind. Killian shoved a gag into his mouth, using it to pull Andrewâs body against his as he locked it in place. He pushed Andrew into the counter, tying his wrists behind his back. Once Andrew was subdued, he took a deep breath that heâd been holding the entire time. He kept Andrew bent over the counter, pulling his pants down to both expose his lower half and restrict his legs. He slapped his ass, starting to grope his cheeks and tease his hole with his thumb.
Once Andrew had gotten what he needed, he made one last move for the bathroom. He didnât realize he was being followed, completely oblivious not throughout walking the store but to the washroom. He went inside, barely getting a chance to look and choose which stall he was going to go into before he was suddenly grabbed. He cried out against the sudden intrusion in his mouth, too stunned to fight back as he was pulled into a larger body. He then barely had any time to try and fight in that position before he was launched forward against the sink and his arms behind him. He tried to speak in confusion into the gag, only getting muffles. Looking around frantically and confused, he tried to move his arms but found them tied tight. But feeling his pants suddenly pulled down, that was when his whimpers and muffled speaking became more frantic, trying to look behind him at his attacker. Feeling his thumb tease his hole, Andrewâs back shot straight and he whimpered, growing more and more turned on frightened.
Killian smirked, smacking Andrewâs ass as he started to relax. The difficult part was done. Andrew was subdued, bound and gagged with his ass bent over the counter. He pulled away from Andrew, dragging him into a stall. He bent Andrew over the toilet, taking his time prepping his hole. Now that they were hidden and Andrew was helpless, he could go slow. Another man came in to use the bathroom as he was fingering Andrewâs hole, commenting on how disgusting it was that they were fucking in the stall. Any noise Andrew made was taken as wild moans that someone was trying to stifle. Once the man walked out, he leaned down to whisper in Andrewâs ear.
âYouâre all mine, love.â He slid his cock inside of Andrewâs ass, starting to roughly fuck him. Killian slowed down a bit whenever someone walked in, but he didnât stop. They made their shaming comments, leaving quickly to avoid being a part of it. Killian eventually came inside Andrewâs ass, allowing him to drop to his knees. âI think itâs time to get out of here.â He pulled Andrewâs pants back up, not caring that his pants were now dirty. Killian tied Andrewâs ankles together, placing a blindfold over his eyes before leaving him in the bathroom. Killian pulled Andrewâs car around the building, leaving it right outside the bathroom door. He grabbed Andrew and tossed him in the back of his own car, driving them away from the gas station. Now that he had his prize and was driving away with all the evidence that Andrew had even been there, Killian felt much safer.
Andrew moaned and whimpered as he was pulled into the stall, grunting as he was placed over the toilet, ass up and at easy access. He tried to turn and look at his captor, wiggling from him as he felt his hole being prepped. He whimpered, trying to talk through the gag but it was no use, and it was no use how his hole responded with widening for his captorâs fingers. He tried not to think about how good it felt as the man fingered him when he thought he heard another person in the bathroom. He instantly became alert and tried to cry out, frantic and trying to beg for help but the gag only made moans and whines without any actual words being had. He deflated when he was sure the other man left, his chance at rescue gone. He whimpered again and when his captor told him he was all his, Andrew whined and shook his head, feeling the cock at his hole. His whimpers went up in tone before he squealed as the cock entered him without pause. He grunted and mewed with every rough thrust into his hole. His body rocked each time and after a while, there was nothing else he could focus on. His own cock was hard, and he hated how he hadnât been fucked this good inâŚ.oh god he couldnât even remember. When the fucking slowed, he was too in his head and in how good it felt that he didnât realize the mews and begs had turned into moaning. He was close to cumming himself when his captor pulled out of him. Andrew whimpered, eyes a little glazed over before realizing he was being blindfolded. He whimpered and tried to wriggle again, hoping that now that his captor had his fun he would let him go even though he was tied on the bathroom floor. He was still getting over the fucking when he suddenly grunted and moaned when he was picked up. He tried to struggle before he was dropped somewhere different. He tried to move his head to see around the blindfold, but could only see darkness. When he felt the rumble below his body though, he knew he must be in a car. Where the hell was he going! He grunted and tried talking into the gag more, wondering what the hell was happening and trying to ignore the fact that he could feel cum dripping out of his ass.
Killian drove Andrewâs car, parking it in the garage to keep it out of sight. He carried Andrew inside, dropping him down on the couch. With Andrew safely home and everything heâd brought with him hidden away in the garage, it felt safe to truly breathe. He stood there, just watching Andrew squirm. After a few minutes, he untied Andrewâs ankles and removed his pants. He retied his legs so that his ankles were tied to his thighs. It kept Andrew on his knees, which meant that his ass was upturned and exposed whenever he was resting.
He cut Andrewâs shirt, ripping it off of him to leave him completely nude in front of him. Killian smacked Andrewâs ass, mindlessly prepping his asshole. He wasnât in a rush now, he could tease and play. âI hope youâre good at walking on your knees, boy. You wonât be standing upright for a very long time.â Killian ran his free hand up Andrewâs back to the back of his neck, tugging him to sit back on his knees a bit. âYou were so cute, begging for someone to help while I fucked you. Perhaps weâll need to take a few field trips? Fuck you over a few more toilets.â
Andrew felt himself lifted and moved again and whimpered, trying to twist as he was carried before grunting when he was placed on the couch. He whimpered, blind and trying to keep calm as he squirmed on the couch, or possibly a bed. When he felt hands on him again, he grunted and tried talking into the gag, but was helpless. When his legs were untied he tried to kick and move them, but it was harder to fight tied up with no balance and with a larger assailant. When his legs were tied, he moaned, whimpering again and realizing he was incredibly hard when his shirt was ripped off because he felt his cock against his lower stomach. Feeling the fingers in his hole he immediately jumps and whimpers again. There was still cum and stains on his ass, and the captor was just so casually fingering and prepping him. He whimpers, hating how good it felt and his cock keeps twitching. He whimpers at walking on his knees, because it was something heâs done frequently, but with willing partners. This was different but somehow felt so hot. And when the captor kept going, talking about fucking in public spots, imagining how he was screaming and begging again but no one saved him made him mew and whimper in the gag. He unconsciously leaned his ass into the fingers, back arching more and mewing quietly in the gag.
Once his legs were bound, Killian spanked Andrewâs ass roughly a few times as punishment. âDonât kick.â He watched Andrewâs reactions closely, smirking to himself as he toyed with his hole. Which was honestly what he was doing. There was no need to rush now, able to take his time. âSuch a good boy⌠You donât seem like youâll take very long to train at all. Youâll need to be kept on a tight leash, but youâre arching back into me like a good whore.â
Killian reached out, gripping Andrewâs cock firmly and starting to stroke him slowly. He didnât want him to cum, just wanted to keep him interested. âIâm going to remove your gag. I expect you to be a good boy.â He leaned over Andrewâs body, nipping at his ear as he whispered. âBut, honestly, part of me does love watching you try to fight. I do love punishing a little whore into submission.â He moved to stand in front of Andrew, removing the gag from his mouth and petting his hair. âWhat will it be? Silence or a little fight?â
Andrew squealed and grunted as he was spanked, whimpering after and calming down after his captorâs warning. He could only hope that this was the worse of punishments he was going to ever get, but he could only hope. He takes deep breaths to try and calm himself, his cock still bouncing against his stomach. He couldnât help but moan as his kidnapper was fingering and playing with his ass after a while. It felt good, and it had been so long since heâd been with someone, especially someone who seemed to know what he was doing. And with his legs tied open as they were, there was nothing he could do to stop it. And deep down, he almost didnât. It felt so good. He did almost bolt up at the mention of âtrainingâ, whimpering and trying to talk, but his gag only made it turn into muffled sounds. Just how long was he going to stay here? The instant his hard cock is grabbed and stroked, Andrew squealed and jumped before leaning into that feeling as well, groaning with need. When he felt his captor lean over him, he felt his captorâs body and knew how much larger and stronger he was and he felt another twinge go right to his cock. He hears him talk and whimpers before nodding. When his gag was taken from his mouth, Andrew took some deep breaths, gasping and gulping up the spit that had accumulated in his mouth. He was tugged, wanting to be a good boy, but also scared. His voice shook slightly as he asked in a lower voice, âplease, what do you want?â
Killian smirked as he spoke up. âSuch a classic damsel question⌠I thought that Iâd made myself pretty clear in that bathroom. I want a pet. Youâre going to be on your knees, ready to be used.â He cupped Andrewâs chin, making him look up. âYou wonât have a care in the world. Just a little pet doing everything he can to please his master.â
He held up a ring gag, offering it to Andrew. âBut, I did ask for silence and you spoke up⌠Weâre clearly not ready to not have a gag. Be a good boy. You donât want to add on punishment.â Killian was willing to give Andrew enough choice to determine how he was trained. There were plenty of mind games that went into training a pet, but there was also obedience training. He could tell that Andrew was at least enjoying what was happening physically, which would be helpful.
Andrew felt his heart racing as his captor answered. A pet? Sure he had fantasies of this, but he had also never been as scared in his life as he was now. He was almost trembling, not realizing his cock was twitching too, he was too focused on what was going on - somehow unable to think yet his mind racing at the same time. He almost whimpered as he was forced to look up at his captor. It was the first time that he was able to get a good look at him. He was attractive, that was something he couldnât help but notice in the back of his mind. He could almost feel his captorâs cock in his ass again. Seeing the ring gag come up to his mouth, Andrewâs eyes widened. He stared at it for a few moments, not wanting to, but at the same time not wanting to upset his captor. He didnât want to be punished, and somewhere he didnât want to admit he was turned on by the knowledge of being gagged again. He opens his mouth slowly, obediently.
He nodded, locking the gag into place in his mouth. âSuch a good boy. You may not be as fun to train as I expected, but it seems weâll have an easy process.â Killian pet Andrewâs hair, pushing his face back down onto the couch. âYou stay right there, pup.â He went to the garage, bringing Andrewâs things inside and directly to his bedroom. Killian planned to go through everything carefully later. In the meantime, he just took Andrewâs phone and returned to sit down on the couch.
Killian used Andrewâs facial recognition to get into his phone, changing the settings so it only opened for a passcode he chose. Andrewâs mouth was pulled down to cover his cock, simply held there. âStay, pup.â This wasnât about pleasure, more about the humiliation of making him sit there with Killianâs cock resting in his mouth. It gave Andrew a perfect view of Killian using his phone. He started scrolling apps, covering his tracks by disabling location services and texting his friends that heâd had a little setback in his plans to meet up. Then, he simply started scrolling through Andrewâs social media. He liked and reposted things, lightly petting Andrewâs hair with his other hand.
Andrew whimpered, looking up at the other man as he talked about him. Like he was a thing rather than a person. Talking about âtrainingâ him like a pet and he hated how the 'good boysâ and idea of training made his cock twitch. Especially when the other manâs deep voice commanded him and called him 'pupâ. He was trembling, for two reasons and he hated how one was conveniently on display. Andrew was bound tightly, only able to watch as the other man came back with his phone. His eyes widened and he moaned when his even gagged face unlocked his phone and watched his master sit beside him. He grunted when his head was pulled up and again when his forced-open mouth was placed over his captorâs cock. He gagged a bit, getting used to the size and how his captorâs cock just sat on his tongue, but with the metal he could only be forced there. He was forced to watch as his phone was gone through, texts sent and trackers placed off and whimpered every now and then, trying not to move his tongue so that it wouldnât rub up against his captorâs cock, trying not to will himself to feel it out, or moan as his hair was pet while this man seemed to just casually go through his phone.
He was simply mindlessly scrolling, eventually releasing Andrewâs hair to run his hand along Andrewâs upturned ass. âStay, pet. Be a good little cocksleeve.â Killian gripped Andrewâs cock, lightly teasing with slow strokes along his length. âPets donât get phones and they certainly donât get privacy. Not that youâre even allowed to use your hands, but Iâve changed the passcode just in case. It only opens for me now.â He slapped Andrewâs ass lightly, groping him for a moment before pulling Andrew off his cock to rest his head back on the couch. âYou look so good like this, but tomorrow, weâre going to change it up. But, for now, weâre going to get some sleep.â
He lifted Andrew off the couch, placing him onto the floor and clipping a leash to his collar to lead him. âCome, pet.â He lead Andrew to a closet that had a cage in it, groping his ass as he helped him crawl into the cage. âI know itâs still a bit early. So, Iâll give you a little something to keep yourself occupied.â He attached a dildo to the bars, the balls on the toy vibrating softly. âHave a good rest, pet.â He closed the door, leaving Andrew alone in his cage for the night. Killian went to his room, sleeping comfortably in his bed.
Andrew got used to the cock in his mouth, in fact finding it almost settling to have the weight against his tongue. He did his best to breathe through his nose, resisting the urge to mindlessly lick around the cock in his mouth. He should not be enjoying it as much, should not be giving in as he is watching his captor just using his phone like it was his, learning all about him and seeing his photos and life. When his hand moved out of his hair, Andrew froze slightly, wondering where it would go before mewing slightly around the cock when he felt it on his ass, then full out whimpering in need as his hard cock was finally touched and given even just a little attention. Fuck he had been hard for almost hours, ever since he was first fucked. He tried to listen to him, trying not to let his mind be completely overtaken by the feeling of the hand on his cock before he squealed at the sudden smack to his ass. When his mouth was lifted off, he took some more breaths and whimpers, almost begging to be touched again. He let himself be manhandled, his arms and legs sore from being tied and going numb in most places, unable to move even if he wanted to. As he was placed on the collar, he mewed and did his best to crawl along with his captor as he was led to a cage, arms bound behind him and legs bound together. He saw the cage and whimpered a little, not necessarily out of fear, but that he would be in a cage like a dog. As he was carefully placed in, he tried to get comfortable in the bars and with how he was bound. When he was locked in, he whimpered and looked up at his captor, feeling smaller in the cage than before. It certainly wasnât his first time and he usually enjoyed it very much, it was almost like a safety keep feeling enclosed, but now it was truly a prison with someone he didnât know and fear still in him. He watches as the dildo is set up and whines once more before watching his captor move away. Alone now, Andrew curls into himself a bit, trying to get comfortable as he was tied, but suddenly being away from the warmth of another person made him feel cold, especially in the open air of the room and the cold bars of the cage. His eyes kept going to the dildo, watching it and hearing it vibrate and thinking about it, but knowing it would torture him more as it would get him more worked up without an ability to get himself off. He wished the dildo was lower so he could try and pleasure himself, but only tried to lay down and relax, try and get some sleep.
In the morning, he did a few quick chores before returning for Andrew. âThereâs my good pup.â He knelt down in front of the cage, petting Andrewâs hair as he opened it. Killian carefully untied his legs, carefully helping him to move them a bit. âYouâre going to do something for me before we have breakfast.â He grabbed the dildo from the side of the cage, putting it on the other side of the cage so that Andrewâs ass would be toward him as he sucked on it. âUse your mouth on the toy, pet. Be a good boy.â He lubed and stretched Andrewâs hole, prepping him while Andrew prepped the toy.
Once he was finished, Killian leaned forward to place a light kiss on Andrewâs ass before removing to dildo to place it lower on the bars so that Andrew could ride it. He helped Andrew turn around, guiding him down onto the dildo. He pet Andrewâs hair, watching him ride the toy. âItâs your turn to cum, pet. I want you to enjoy yourself. Itâs a treat.â
He popped a piece of chocolate onto Andrewâs tongue, letting it melt there as he rode the toy. âDonât you worry about a thing. All you need to do is behave like a good pup, Master will handle the rest.â Killian knew that Andrew was scared and that this was a lot to go through so quickly. So, he was being very gentle with the poor thing.
Andrew had a fretful sleep, going in and out of consciousness all night. He was sore, both from his bindings and because of the iron bars of the cage digging into him no matter how he tried to move. Cages had always weirdly settled him, making him feel safe in the small space. It was one of the reasons why he loved pet play. He had even slept in one before, but this was completely different. He was scared and tired and hungry and cold and needed to use the bathroom. When he heard the man moving around the house, he only whimpered and waited. He didnât want to know what punishments await him if he planned on training Andrew, and he didnât think the man would appreciate him trying to yell. When he finally came over, Andrew whimpered. His eyes watched the man as he untied his legs, and once again Andrew didnât dare kick. It wouldnât get him anywhere with most of his body still in the cage besides a bad punishment he didnât want to risk. He is maneuvered so that he is facing the dildo, right at the right height for his mouth. He pauses for a moment before doing as he was told, a small part of him also not wanting to disappoint his Master. He licks and sucks his dildo before jolting slightly and moaning when he suddenly felt his hole being prepped again. He moans into the dildo, leaning his ass into the fingers because god it still felt good. He felt his cock getting harder and kept trying to make sure he was wetting the dildo until his captor moved it again. He took some panting breaths, watching with his eyes as the man moved the dildo. His eyes widened at the next offer. He needed a release so bad. Not wanting to disappoint (or stop himself either), Andrew backed himself until he felt the tip of the dildo grazing his hole. He moans, looking up at the man once more as though to be sure he had permission before he sunk himself completely on the dildo. Andrew moans as he moved down on it, sitting there with the dildo in his ass just to felt himself stretched and full around it. He moans slightly again before he moves himself up a bit until he is almost off of it before he moves back down on it. He keeps up the habit, grunting with each stroke back and a few moans here and there through his gagged mouth as he bounces on the dildo with expert practice, speed but making sure he doesnât go off it completely and also curving his back. His cock is hard against his stomach by now as he keeps fucking himself on the dildo, desperate and needy, speed increasing as he gets closer and closer to orgasm. Feeling the chocolate on his tongue and the words in his ear, Andrew lets out a long moan, still unrelenting in his thrusts.Â
He watched Andrew on the toy, not at all interfering. He knew that Andrew was scared and confused, having some compassion for the situation heâd put Andrew in. âSuch a good boy.â Killian lightly pet his hair, waiting for Andrew to cum. âYou did very well. My pup knows how to put on a show.â He wiped down the cage and the toy, attaching a leash to Andrewâs collar to lead him out of the cage. âI know your legs are shaky. Just into the kitchen and weâll be changing how youâre bound. But, for now, you can struggle a bit.â
He went slowly, knowing that Andrew wouldnât be able to move too quickly. It was a slow walk, but they got to the kitchen and Killian pushed him to sit up. âThere we go.â He pet his hair, looking down at him. âStay.â Killian let him by the table, going over to start cooking. He cut Andrewâs into smaller pieces, tossing it into a bowl rather than on a plate like his own meal. It was just pancakes and fruit, something easy to translate into pet food. Killian sat down, removing the gag to offer Andrew a piece from his hand. He held it up above where Andrew could reach, watching him closely. âBeg, pet. No words, beg like a good boy.â
He was testing Andrew a bit, checking to see how much work he would need to do with him. It seemed that Andrew was obedient, just scared. He could work with that. A little fear was good. It would hopefully keep him from acting out too much. âWeâll go over everything once weâre done eating. So, no questions right now. Just show me that you can be a good boy when given a little bit of freedom.â
Andrew continued to fuck himself on the toy, practically bouncing off of it as he focused on how good it felt to feel full again. He whimpered, moaning as he fucked himself on it, getting closer and closer. But when his Master said those words âgood boyâ Andrew opened his eyes to look up at his Master, moaning loudly and crying out as he came, the large spurts of cum hitting the bottom of the cage. He leans into the feeling of his Master stroking his hair, panting now that he had calmed down after the orgasm, legs and arms feeling week to try and keep him up so he leaned a bit on the side of the cage. He mews lightly at the comments of putting on a good show, watching as the other man cleaned the cage before following him as he hooked the leash to his collar. His knees were weak but he followed, mind still racing from the amazing orgasm before. He is led to a kitchen, one he hasnât seen before but it was nice. He was led close to the table and felt his cock twitch again at the simple commands. 'Stayâ, like he was a dog needing to do a trick. A shiver went through him with that idea, but he stayed and watched his captor walk around the kitchen, cooking and setting up food. God it smelled good, and his stomach rumbled. He stayed where he was, not wanting to get in trouble. And with how he was tied, he knew there was no way he would get close to an escape. When he saw the man turn back to him, he had a bowl in his hand. He walked over to him and Andrew felt his heart lift at the thought that the food was for him. His eyes widened with hope, keeping his mouth open to help the gag come out of his mouth. He tried to get his mouth to come back down, the strain from the long gag making it ache, and his mouth was dry. He could barely take a breath of relief before he stopped at the next command. Andrew froze, looking at the piece of pancake in the captorâs hands. He almost let out a whimper looking at it, thinking of the command. It would be humiliating, begging for food like a starved dog, especially since it seemed like this man wanted him to beg like a dog. Deep inside that sparked another twitch to his cock at the idea, a dog for this man who kidnapped him. He tried to rationalize it. He had done it many times with others, during pet play scenes and he enjoyed it. He tried to think of this as the same. He was hungry and didnât want to upset this man, who held Andrew under complete control. The young boy gulped before moving to get on his knees, arms up to his chest with ease and practice he had done so many times before. He opened his mouth and made little whines that sounded like a dog, the entire time feeling twitches to his cock again and getting aroused at the actions; acting like a dog for this man and begging like one. He even wiggled his ass a bit like an excited needy beg.
He watched Andrew closely, noting the hesitation as he worked himself through the mental paces before obeying. But, he did well. Killian lightly pet Andrewâs hair, placing the piece in his mouth. âThereâs a good boy. That was very good.â He gave Andrew some water from the dish, tilting the bowl for him so he didnât have to work for it.
Killian sat the water dish on the floor, keeping a gallon of water on the table to refill when needed. He kept the food dish on the table, wanting to control how much of the food Andrew had access to. âYouâre hungry. Arenât you, pup?â Killian tapped his thigh, cuing Andrew to rest his head there. âCome. Youâre eating by hand this morning.â Killian helped move Andrew to rest his head on his thigh, legs spread on either side of Killianâs so his his body pressed a bit there. He lightly pet Andrewâs hair, slowly feeding him pieces of pancake. The first piece that had a bit of syrup, Killian fed it to him like normal before lightly running his fingers along Andrewâs lips. âLick them clean.â
He swapped between syrup and non-syrup, wanting Andrew to start picking up the cue to clean up the mess. About halfway through the bowl, Killian held the piece in his hand above Andrewâs reach again as he looked down at him. âHump and beg.â He knew that Andrew was still hesitant and he was trying to push him further. He had, after all, put Andrew in the position for a reason. With his free hand, Killian gently cupped Andrewâs face. âYouâre doing so well. Itâs alright. You donât need to worry. Itâs only Master here and I think you look beautiful. Iâm so proud of my little pup.â His thumb lightly ran across Andrewâs cheekbone before his hand pulled away. âIf youâre a good boy, Iâll make sure you get a nice warm bath once weâre done here. You want that, pup? Hmm? A nice, warm bath to soothe these aching musclesâŚâ The free hand ran across Andrewâs shoulders. âShow me how badly you want to be taken care of.â
He knew that Andrew was getting washed after this either way. He was simply allowing Andrew to earn himself a nicer experience. The better Andrew did, the nicer things were. He was fed by hand and allowed to rest his head comfortably on his thigh because he had impressed the first time. This time, Andrew was able to earn a luxurious bath time rather than a quick spray down. He knew there would eventually be a point that he would need to punish the new pet and he was ready for it. But, he wanted to be very clear that Andrewâs behavior decided which path he got. Either way, he was getting washed. It was just a choice of how good the experience would be and what would happen after.
Andrew waited after the begging, still in position on his knees, hands up as he hoped he did a good enough job. But he was rewarded for his efforts with the food. He felt a shiver go down his spine again as he felt the manâs hand brush through his hair and those words 'good boyâ echo in his brain. He eagerly took it, trying not to put the manâs fingers in his mouth and see how desperate he was, but the food felt good. After swallowing, he saw the bowl up to his lips and eagerly took a drink as his body relaxed a bit. He drank as fast as he could take, thirsty with his mouth open all night. When it was pulled back, he gasped for breath a bit. He felt more relaxed, though still hungry. The taste and small amount had him wanting more. So it made it easy for Andrew to move himself as the man wanted. It actually felt nice to lean against him, the warmth of the thigh much different than the cold he was in all night. And it was a scene he actually liked, and had done with many other men. Pet play the night after, on the floor like a dog still being treated like one. He continued to eat as his Master fed him, relaxing and oddly feeling safe. He was used to this feeling, being on his knees and being fed. When his Master asked him to clean his fingers of the syrup, this time Andrew didnât hesitate as he did so. It was almost like it was on a mushy-hazed auto pilot. And it tasted so sweet. It was a quiet breakfast, and deep down he knew that he shouldnât feel as relaxed as he did. But after the confusion and fear that had fallen him all last night and with little sleep, he felt better with this gentle touch. He was ready to eat another piece when he paused when the man held it up. He let out a small whimper, wondering what he did wrong before hearing the next command. This time, Andrew only paused for a few seconds before he lifted his head off the thigh and moved to straighten so it would be easier to hump the manâs shoes that he was on. He whimpers, bringing his hands back up to his chest again like paws as he whimpered out the begging sounds again. A bath would be nice, and there was still that want to be a good boy. He didnât want to anger him again. He almost let out a few moans as he felt the surging electric feeling back in his cock from the need to beg and because of the feeling of the shoes against his slowly rising cock as he humped as the man commanded.
Killian nodded as Andrew did as he was told, dropping the piece of pancake into his mouth. âSuch a well-behaved little pup.â He leaned down, lightly kissing the top of Andrewâs head. âI wasnât going to let you cum so quickly after the last one, but, someone seems to be enjoying himself.â His hand ran along Andrewâs shoulders slowly, moving to gently cup his chin so he could make him look up. âKeep going, pet.â He knew that the friction from just his leg wasnât going to be enough, eventually leaning down to stroke Andrewâs cock.
This was about seeing what Andrew would do with commands and teaching him the rewards for his behavior. He wanted to see how much Andrew would do and it seemed that he was already decently trained. Perhaps not exactly the way that Killian would train him, but he knew something. That was honestly good. It might have been enough to convince him that Andrew didnât need any training, but he did want to make it very clear that Andrew wasnât going anywhere and that he needed to depend on his new master. Since Andrew already seemed to have a pet mindset, training would mostly be about Andrew learning to trust him.
âOnce you cum for me, Iâll even carry you to the tub. Because someone has been a very good boy this morning.â He was honestly impressed and he did recognize that it was showing in his voice. But, that didnât matter. Andrew deserved to know that he was impressed and that didnât change anything about the dynamic between them. He still knew that heâd taken Andrew and that his new pet couldnât be completely unbound even with his good behavior.
Andrew felt his cock growing harder and harder as he humped himself on his Masterâs shoe and leg. The blood rushing to his cock and already making his brain haze and body warm again before he felt a shiver, the manâs touch making him look up. He kept his pose, still wanting to please. At his Masterâs words, Andrew whimpered, trying to keep it whimpering as puppies didnât moan but it was hard when he was in this position. He knew he shouldnât like it, should be fighting back but his puppy brain took over in this position, on his knees humping his master just for relief as he was being called all sorts of good things, arms up like a begging puppy. When the manâs hand came on his cock, the shiver turned into a shocking jump, but that didnât stop him from moving on his shoe. A moan and whimper escaped and he did his best to continue looking up at him, not looking down at his cock or closing his eyes as much as he wanted to. Precum was already leaking from his cock. He wanted to moan out, 'please,â almost even opened his mouth before he thought better. Last night he tried to talk and it got him bound and cold all night. He whimpers, making begging noises with wide eyes.
It seemed that the first night had taught Andrew enough about how he needed to behave. There was going to be some growing pains and that was to be expected. Even if Andrew had some experience, which he clearly did, that was just for fun and he still maintained some control. Andrew didnât have any control now and that was difficult for people to fully wrap their heads around.
"Very good. No words, pet. I donât want to need the gag right now.â Heâd noticed that Andrew had opened his mouth to speak before realizing that it wasnât a good idea. âDonât worry, I wonât stop unless you forget how to behave yourself.â He was moving his hand with Andrewâs movements, wanting to help make him cum. He wanted to encourage this kind of behavior. It was mindless and needy, degrading honestly. Killian wanted to keep Andrew pointedly lower, pushing him into the role he was going to fill. It was going to be a long journey home, so he was trying to make sure that Andrew was ready. He needed practice staying on his knees and learning not to speak unless given permission. Killian was hoping that being so clear on reward versus punishment would help. He wasnât too worried about Andrew ruining his plans, just making them more difficult.
God it was so degrading. To be this needy for his own captor, a person he should despise. But here he was, unable to help himself as he humped his captorâs shoe and leg, his cock moving against the leg and sending prickles up his cock and spine with every sensation as he moved. It felt so good and he couldnât stop himself leaning into it, his arms still up in a begging position. He would hold his leg and hug it to hump him better if he could because he wanted to. Just like the little fuck slut he was. Between the sensations and feeling his masterâs hands on his cock, Andrew felt himself getting close. He shuttered lightly at being told he made the right choice, that he was a good boy for staying quiet and it felt so good. He made begging whimpers up at his Master, pleading with as much as he could without words as his needing for the orgasm built. He whined and whined, needy to be good and be rewarded.
Killian kept matching his hand movements with Andrewâs humping, wanting to encourage this kind of behavior. He would still be kept on a short leash for quite a while. After all, he needed to be sure that he could trust his new pet. He nodded, petting Andrewâs hair. âGood boy. Youâre doing so well. You may cum.â He kept moving his hand with Andrewâs hips until he came, lightly petting his hair. âVery good boy. Now, Youâre going to need a bath before we change.â
He lifted Andrew into his arms, carrying him to the tub as promised. His legs were still bound, but his arms were free save for the mitts over his hands to keep him from using them. Killian sat him down in the shower, grabbing the shower head from the wall to wash him. He was thorough while still being gentle so that he didnât spook him. âYouâre going to be crawling for me a lot today. Weâve got to get you used to being on your knees. No words unless I let you speak, understood?â He washed Andrewâs hair and body, knowing that he had been through a lot since last night. Once Andrew was washed and dried, Killian put the leather binders on his knees to replace the rope. They offered some padding for his knees, which he knew was going to be more comfortable. âNow, come along.â
He took Andrew back into the living room, petting his hair before lightly slapping his ass. âYou can roam. You canât use your hands in those mitts, so any door thatâs closed isnât for pups.â He turned to go into another room, pausing before turning to gag Andrew. âJust to make sure you behave yourself properly.â He turned around again, closing the door behind him to keep Andrew out while he was working.
Andrew could barely keep it together as he was still fondled and humping onto the leg. When he was told he was a good boy he almost cried out to cum then, but when he was told he could cum, Andrew let out a huffing breath, moaning lightly as he leaned hard into the other manâs leg. Andrewâs mind was still so hazy from the orgasm and lightness in his stomach that he took quite a few moments to try and catch his breath, his body already in his masterâs arms as he was led to the bathroom. He was still blissed out as he was laid near the tub as it filled. He looked at his captor, wanting to say something but he didnât know what. He almost had half a mind to thank him for the orgasm, but he knew that wasnât the correct response. And he didnât want to beg, beg to be let go because he only just got free from a rough night. He was told he was being good and he wanted to be good. If he was bad then he was punished or tied harsher. He couldnât figure things out that way. But then his thoughts were gone again as he was placed in the warm water. It felt so nice after his cold night, and it relaxed his tight muscles. Andrew obeyed as he was moved into different restraints. Still a little hazed anyway. He had been used to being in binders before, and was easily familiar with the way his arms and legs were bound as he tried to find his balance on them as he was led away. He was used to being on knees with his legs down a bit, so this was a bit harder. And more helpless. Fuck he did not need another boner over this right now. He shouldnât be enjoying this as much. He follows his master, looking around briefly before being told to be good. He nods lightly, maybe looking around would help him figure out more about this guy that kidnapped him. When he saw the gag come out, his cock almost twitched, but he opened his mouth to let it in and moaned into it. He nods, watching his master go. He is careful to crawl around, neck almost immediately hurting as he tried to look up at his surroundings in the kitchen. The windows were high so he couldnât see a lot out of it. After, he moved to another room that looked like the living room he vaguely remembered the night before when he was servicing his owner captor, he needed to remind himself. He moved to a window and saw a bit of a tree, and a sunny day. He couldnât tell where he was. He moved away from it, moving to look around at the decor on the walls of the living room.
Luckily, this house wasnât fully his. There wasnât much to be found in understanding who he was or his plans. The decor was a lot of plain nonsense. It was mostly framed artwork on the walls that were bland and non-offensive on the walls. There werenât any photos showing off friends and family, which was why he had no issue allowing Andrew to wander around. He knew Andrew would try to find more information about him, but there was nothing to be found. He just wanted Andrew to spend some time adjusting and to allow him a little time alone without being trapped.
He stepped back out of the room a few hours later, heading toward the kitchen and whistling for Andrew. âHere, boy. Come on. You hungry?â Killian didnât pay any attention to where Andrew was, digging through the fridge and starting to make something to eat. He made something simple, just making paninis and chips. Killian sat down at the table, gesturing for Andrew to kneel in front of him. âYou know what I want, donât you? Beg like a good boy.â He assumed a bit of repeating the gestures would help, so he grabbed a chip and held it up out of Andrewâs reach. âI know itâs a little harder to balance, but Iâm sure youâve learned at least a trick or two while I was gone.â Killian pet his hair softly, leaning down to lightly kiss his forehead. âIf youâre a good boy, Iâll take the binders off your arms and weâll go outside for a little bit. A little sun, maybe some running if youâre coordinated enough with your legs up like this⌠Might even earn more treats if you can keep up this stretch of good behavior.â
Andrew spent some time walking around the rooms that he had access to. It wasnât like with how he was bound that he was able to open doors, so he was more or less stuck between a few rooms. But with how freely he was allowed to move, Andrew was deciding that he was likely in a place away from others, like in the countryside or at least a suburban place that had a large yard or property. But now that he thought of it, he didnât hear loud traffic. Even if he got out there was no place for him to go, and he wouldnât get far with these restraints. It was likely the reason why his captor wasnât too worried to let Andrew wander a bit. Testing his balance to help him get used to his bonds, he moved around the living room, noticing there was nothing really detailed about it. No personal touches beyond likely the choice of furniture. Nothing he could learn that way either. He moved between the kitchen and living room a few times, deciding against trying the stairs since he knew (from experience) getting down them would not be safe. He had helped himself up and was having a nap, warm on the couch and in the sun when he heard the call. He blinked awake, a little groggy and looked around. His muscles were a mix of sore from being in the same position, and almost numb. He gets up as much as he can in his position and takes a moment to carefully get himself down from the couch, back legs first before moving to the kitchen. He didnât want to get in trouble by not doing what he was told. In the kitchen, he recognized the delicious scent of food being made, a sandwich of some kind and he saw his master sit at his chair. With the gesture, Andrew moved to go between his legs like before noticing his master hold out the food. He whimpered and made begging sounds in his gag, moving his pawed hands up to his legs, pawing at him. He was still hungry, and still wanting to avoid being punished. He warmed a bit at the kiss, knowing he shouldnât be smiling over it but it was nice to be treated well when deep down he was scared. Listening to what his reward must be, Andrew was sure his thoughts on being in the countryside or large land in a town house. That or his neighbours were as kidnapping as the person he was currently with. But being in the sun and fresh air did sound nice. Or whatever treats it seemed might be in store. He tried to paw at his captor again, making begging sounds just as he wanted.
âThereâs my good boy⌠Such a good boy.â He removed the gag from his mouth, petting his hair lightly. âRemember your rules, pet.â Killian fed Andrew the chip, holding out a piece of the sandwich for him. âCareful, pet. Itâs still a little hot.â He was careful, feeding Andrew slowly and offering sips of water between bites.
Killian was being gentle with him, wanting to help him adjust and enforce that good behavior got him better treatment. He kept offering Andrew little bit of the sandwich or chips, feeding himself between bites or while Andrew drank from the straw. He made sure that Andrew finished the sandwich and chips, gently kissing his lips once it was gone.
âAlright, pup. Bone.â He held the gag to Andrewâs lips, waiting for him to accept the gag so he could lock it in place. He carefully removed the binders on his arms, allowing him to use his mitted hands to balance. Killian gently rested Andrewâs head in his lap, petting his hair for a little while. He wanted to give him a little time to just relax after eating. âDoes my good boy want to go outside?â He carefully pushed Andrew back onto all fours, tussling his hair as he clipped a leash to his collar to lead him. âOutside. You wanna go outside?â He was talking with the same upward inflection youâd use with a proper dog, wanting to get him excited to go out and pull him further into the headspace.
Killian led Andrew to the backdoor, carefully covering him with sunscreen to ensure he didnât burn. He led Andrew outside slowly, petting his hair to help comfort him. There was plenty of room to roam in the backyard, a tall privacy fence hiding them from the rest of the world. The nearest neighbor was miles away, but it kept things secluded from the forest surrounding the home. He removed the leash, allowing Andrew to move around freely. âGo on, pet. Youâre free to roam. I want you to try to run a bit while youâre outside and see if we can get you used to a little speed. Youâll earn another treat tonight if you do a good job.â
Andrew relaxed between the otherâs legs as he was rewarded and fed. He took the sips and food as needed after stretching his jaw a bit. He made sure not to make a sound, not wanting to be punished and left alone in the cage and cold again. After his nap he was more awake and ready, but not wanting to be punished. So far, it seemed that he hadnât seen a dark hard side to his master (beyond the incredible fucking in that bathroom), and he didnât want to test it. From experience he had met doms/masters who could be quite cruel. When it seemed that the food was finished and Andrew had a full stomach, he felt more content The gag was offered to him again. He stared at it but opened his mouth obediently when it was brought to his mouth and he was still as it was placed on. One thing he didnât like to admit was that he liked the bone gag. That he liked the weight in his mouth and like there was a purpose to it, he always did like gags, but he knew that he shouldnât. It was silencing him, putting him in a deeper place of submission to this crazy man that had taken him. When he is taken out of his arms harness, only keeping the mitts on, Andrew relaxed a bit more and stayed against the leg as he was pet. It was a bit easier to walk on, and he felt good to stretch his arms again. He is quiet, breathing and thinking about his predicament when he heard his captor. He looks up at him, hearing the upwards tone a few times before he understands what he wants. A little pup to answer like a pup. His cock pulses a little before he gets up from the leg and makes a whimpering sound to respond. He wiggles his ass like he is wagging his tale, trying to make a convincing act to be excited to go outside. It seemed like his captor wanted a pet. He tries to make excited sounds through the gag as he follows his captor to the door and ignore how hot it sounded when the leash was clipped to his collar to lead him like an actual dog. He stood still, shivering slightly at the touch when sunscreen is placed on him. He wondered just what the outside looked like. Maybe fenced in, maybe out in the country and there would be trees. When the door opened and he was slowly led out, he squinted and his eyes tried to adjust to the sun. When they do, he sees a tall fenced in yard with quite a bit of space and greenery. As he is unclipped, he slowly goes to move around the yard. Partially looking for any holes in the fence, any people talking. But he can only hear the birds and see only the walls of the fence. He goes around the grass and it tickles his skin slightly. He looks up at his master, cocking his head as though to question what he was saying non-verbally.
He laughed a bit at the look on Andrewâs face, petting his hair lightly. âI donât expect it to be perfect, pet. I just want you to work on gaining a little speed.â Killian knelt on the ground in front of him, giving him plenty of attention and touch as his hands pet his skin. âWe canât very well play fetch if you canât run, can we? For now, though, we have a gag outside and weâre still learning how to move. Thatâs alright. Iâm not angry with you, it just means that you need to be taught.â
Killian kissed the top of Andrewâs head, standing back up. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket, typing and scrolling as he gestured for Andrew to shoo. âGo, explore. Itâll help you learn how to move.â He had noticed Andrew sniffing around the fence, clearing searching for people or a way out. Killian planned to give him a little test. He was ordering delivery, requesting that the driver go to the fence to get his attention. He wanted to see how Andrew responded to a chance to be found. Those hopes needed to be dashed out before he took Andrew home.
Killian placed the order and returned his phone to his pocket, focusing on Andrew again. He took out Andrewâs phone, which was pointedly on airplane mode to keep it from ringing. He took photos and videos with that phone, keeping all evidence that he had Andrew off his personal phone. Killian helped Andrew with his balance and movement, gently coaxing him through. Knowing the time helped him have an advantage, allowing him to bring Andrew closer to the house when the delivery driver got there. After about an hour of being outside, there was a knock on the fence. The person wasnât visible, but he started talking to ask if anyone was there.
Andrew listened to what the older man said, feeling a bit better about him not being asked to do full running laps around the outside. He was experienced in petplay, even long term for many hours or a few days, but he didnât think he was dog race ready yet. After the gentle pets and feeling a bit safe around the other, he moves to crawl on all fours around the yard. The grass often tickled his legs and sometimes other parts of his naked body, but he kept walking around. A few times he tested going a bit faster. After going around the fence, the other man was moving to help him and give attention. Wanting to be good, Andrew played along and helped him get used to moving a little faster when in this position. He was getting used to being outside when he heard the knocks and calls from the one side of the fence. Andrew froze, his mind racing a mile a minute. He looked at the fence but was incredibly aware of his captor near him as well. There was the thought that he could be punished, if it didnât work and the person didnât hear him or couldnât get to him. But what if he did hear something? And thought it was strange so he called authorities for a check in just in case? His freedom could be just beyond reach. Even if he didnât get free then, what if it happened a few hours later? He could last that right?? Taking the risk, Andrew did his best, almost tripping in his chains as he tried to get closer to the fence where the other person was, screaming as loud as he could even though it was muffled through the gag for help.
He noticed the hesitation, sighing when Andrew went over to attempt to get the delivery driverâs attention. He talked over Andrew, playing a clip of dogs barking to drown out the more human noises from Andrew. âYeah! Iâll meet you out front. I just need to take care of my dog real quick.â The guy nodded, heading to the front of the house. Killian pet Andrewâs hair, smacking his ass. âNice try, pet.â He led Andrew by his hair over to a post, clipping his leash to it before heading inside.
Killian talked to the delivery driver at the front door for a bit, apologizing for the barking and trouble. He gave the driver some extra cash for the trouble, tossing the delivery bag on the counter as he passed by. He walked to Andrew, crossing his arms as he looked down at him. âSeems you certainly canât be trusted⌠Did you learn nothing from our little fun in the bathroom? Nobody is going to rescue you. Now, face against the ground and ass up. Someone is in a lot of trouble.â
He had expected Andrew to do exactly what he did, so this wasnât a true betrayal and heâd planned the punishment before even setting the trap. âYouâve earned a spanking, some time out here on your tether, a little trip, and another night in your cage rather than being allowed to roam. Am I understood? Once all that is done, weâll start all over and you can try being my good boy again. Four mistakes that need to be fixed, four punishments.â
Even though his captor was walking after him, trying to play other sounds to mask his own screams, Andrew didnât stop screaming and pleading as loud as he could. Surely the man could hear him, or at least something and would be notified Andrew was there right? That it wasnât actually a dog? When the delivery man was directed to the front of the house, Andrewâs screams and pleads went louder. No. No he had to have heard him, right?! The fence he was in front of never looked so high that it might as well have been Everest. When his ass was slapped, Andrew whimpered and shook his head, trying to get away still as his captor pulled him by his hair. He whimpered, the pain hurt but he was still a little riled up. When he was placed on the chain, he saw his captor go into the house, but Andrew didnât stop screaming. He wouldnât give up. He had to try. He tried pulling at the leash as well, trying to escape, his pawed hands trying to pull at it too. When the man came back, Andrew whimpered, looking down and trying not to cry. He had to hope that the delivery man had heard him, or at least that something was weird. He listened to the other man, head still down and whimpering slightly. No. What he said wouldnât be true. Someone had to find him, right? While listening to the punishments, Andrew was still looking down, shaking slightly at what would happened, and in that fear and slight defiance didnât put his ass up. That there were four punishments this time, and what did he mean by a trip? Where would he take him now?
Killian sighed as Andrew refused, starting to get irritated. âSomeone just earned himself a night outside rather than just his cage.â He pressed his foot against the center of Andrewâs shoulders, pushing his face down against the dirt. He grabbed Andrewâs hip, using it to pull him into the position he wanted. âNow, you will sit exactly like that until I am ready to punish you. Your time outside originally allowed free movement, but you canât listen today. Now, you get to sit here and wait to be spanked rather than just getting it over with.â
He moved his foot back to the ground, hand gripping Andrewâs head to push his face against the dirt a bit harder. âYouâll behave yourself if you know whatâs good for you, boy. You donât want to keep building on your punishments.â Killian stood up straight, heading back inside. He was going to make Andrew sit there and wait to be spanked. He wanted Andrew to anticipate the punishments.
Killian stayed nearby, watching him through the upstairs window as he scrolled through Andrewâs phone. It was so interesting how much information there was about a person hidden away in their phones. He was giving Andrew a second test, just allowing him to do whatever he was going to do for two hours. It was a little cruel, certainly longer than heâd planned to leave Andrew out there. But, it was the best way to test what he would do. Andrew needed to learn that he didnât have any privacy and that he only got whatever Killian was willing to give him. So, he let Andrew sit outside. There was no way out of the yard or back into the house, so he wasnât worried about an escape.
Andrew was still shaking slightly for a while after he talked before looking up, attention caught when he was told he would be spending the night outside in the cold. He whimpered, moving to shake his head before squealing slightly as his face and shoulders were pushed to the ground. He whimpers, but doesnât move. Nor does he once his captor left either. He stays in the position, the punishments swirling in his head. He could only hope that the delivery man had heard him, that maybe he would only have to deal with these punishments and then that would be the last of it because it would be over. He didnât know how long he had been outside. The sun against him had started to change position and more shadows were coming out. His shoulders and entire body were hurting from the stressed and strained position. All of his joints hurt and he had tried all he could to think about anything else. To remember his favourite books or movies or songs or his friends and family to pass the time, but the time he thought of the last two he would get sadder so he decided stray away from that idea too. He hoped that this would end soon. It hurt to stay in this position, and he had to try and not move when he felt bugs on him.
Killian returned for Andrew, running his hand across his ass slowly. âMuch better⌠Youâre going to have to learn, pup.â He smacked Andrewâs ass with the paddle. âNobodyâs coming to save you.â Again. âYouâre just my pet now.â Again. âYou only get what I allow you to have.â He had made his points, spanking him until his ass was a firm pink color.
Once he was finished, he knelt down in front of Andrew and pet his hair. âShh, shh. Itâs alright. Come here.â He moved Andrew to lie down on his side, resting his head in Killianâs lap as he lightly pet his hair. âYouâre all done. Itâs alright. Iâve got you now.â He leaned down, lightly kissing Andrewâs temple. He let him rest for a while, eventually standing and moving Andrew back onto his hands and knees.
âOne night outside then you can earn your way back inside. You earned this, pet. Donât forget that your behavior did this.â He clipped a leash onto Andrewâs collar, leading him to the dog house to attach his collar to the chain there. Killian tossed a blanket inside the dog house, locking Andrew outside for the night. He did feel some sympathy, but Andrew needed to learn how things would work so they could move on.
When Andrew finally heard the footsteps coming towards him, he tensed slightly but still didnât move, still didnât look up in case he made him angier. He felt the hand across his ass and tensed again. He knew what this was leading up to, but it didnât stop him from grunting and squealing slightly when the paddle hit his ass hard. He couldnât take the words to heart. He couldnât. He had to believe that someone was coming.
His body shook with every time the paddle came down on his ass again. The force of it made his body bolt before coming back to the same position again. He was shaking, whimpering and a tear of pain came down his cheek once it was finally over. His muscles hurt, as did his ass, as he was laid down. Though this was a much more comfortable position, his muscles were still so sore from the hours that he was in the same position. Even as he was being petted, he still felt hurt and tired. He didnât want to be around this man, who had kidnapped him. but at the same time he was scared to be alone around here. He tried to relax and regulate his system again. When he was placed on his hands and knees again, he couldâve sworn that his muscles cracked slightly. But he was leashed and moved around the lawn again with nothing to do but obey. He was still in his binds and was being pulled on a leash. He whimpered when he was brought to the dog house. It looked small and bare, and even though his master put in the blanket, he could only imagine how cold it would be. As he was pressed inside, he was locked in and whimpered again. Pleading. Already the air was getting cooler. He tried to paw at the blanket, but with the mitts it was hard to get it over himself to try and get comforted or warm. He leaned against the side of the house, whimpering and full of pity and sadness for himself.
Killian left Andrew outside long enough to prove his point. Heâd left him out early, so even leaving him outside for a few hours didnât make him stay up much later than normal. Right before he went to bed himself, Killian stepped outside to check on Andrew. He went to the dog house, leaning down to peek inside at the poor creature. âThereâs my boy.â He reached out, fixing the blanket for him and offering him another one. It had started raining lightly since Killian had left him out there, so he didnât want to be a complete monster.
âI canât very well reward bad behavior, can I? Youâll never learn that way. He sat in front of the opening of the dog house, lightly petting Andrewâs hair. The umbrella he held with the other hand offered some protection from the light rain outside. "Tomorrow morning, we start over. You can have a new shot at being my good boy. But, tonight, I do need to make you take your punishment. No matter how precious you look and how much I wanted you resting at the end of my bed tonight. Itâs alright⌠I promise youâll be alright.â
Training Andrew was going to take a delicate touch. It was clear from how much he knew without Killian exactly showing him that he had some experience, just not like this. Not with someone kidnapping him and not allowing him to come back up to boyfriend status. Killian had no intention of making Andrew anything other than a plaything, a pet.
Andrew didnât know how long he had been out in that doghouse. He was shivering slightly, listening to the rain on the roof of the doghouse. He had curved in on himself, under the blanket as best as he could with his back to the door so that he could try and curl in a corner to remain warm. It wasnât freezing per say, but he certainly wasnât comfortable. The roof offered a lot of protection from the elements, but the chill of the rain still came through the doorway. He wasnât sure how long it was until he heard footsteps again. He didnât move from the corner of the doghouse, didnât turn to look at his captor as he felt his hands brush over his hair like pets, or feeling another blanket on him. He didnât want to look at this man who had put him out here in the cold rain. And it would get colder still he was sure as night went along. The second blanket felt more comfortable and warm, but he didnât know how long that would last. He didnât want to look at the man who was forcing him in the doghouse like an animal, trying to justify what he was doing to him. And thatâs why Andrew wasnât going to beg. He knew it wasnât worth it, and if he did, he would twist in the blankets. And itâs not like he could talk without getting punishment, so he wasnât going to offer his thanks. So, he just stared at the wall, hoping he could find sleep soon if he was to stay out here.
Killian draped a tarp over the doghouse, noticing that Andrew seemed to avoid the door. He wanted him to sleep outside, not be forced to deal with rain. He went inside, leaving Andrew there until morning.
The next morning, Killian gathered Andrew from the doghouse and cleaned him up outside before taking him into the house again. He led Andrew inside, petting his hair and kissing the top of his head. âI know youâre having a difficult time, pet. Thereâs obviously going to be some growing pains while youâre still training. But, youâve been punished and now we can start over.â
He grabbed a plate from the table, sitting down and gesturing for Andrew to move between his knees. âYou hungry? I made crepes.â They were soft and thin, easy to feed to Andrew with his fingers. âCome say please like a good boy and you can have as much breakfast as youâd like.â He knew that Andrew was upset, but he was hoping that Andrew would also decide to leave their problems from yesterday behind. Spending the day punishing him was definitely an option, but he preferred to move on.
Andrew had a fitful sleep. Although he was internally greatful for his master putting something to cover the house better so that he wouldnât get wet, it was still cold all night. He would fall asleep when exhausted, but would wake up soon after. He could tell it was morning by the sun and was napping on and off when his master finally came out. Andrew was silent as he was taken out and cleaned out. Head down, not wanting to look at him, but following along to what was needed. When he was inside, he felt the warmth and took it in. He kept his eyes down, only lifting when he saw motions or was told to do something. He saw the motion to go between his legs and did so silently, resting his head there, but when offered food, he put his eyes down, turning his head slightly to indicate he didnât want it. He wasnât hungry. He was tired and still getting over the cold and he was sad that he was stuck like this. He didnât feel like eating.
Killian nodded, petting Andrewâs hair as he refused to eat. âAlright, pet⌠You can skip breakfast, but I expect you to eat for lunch.â He ran his hand down Andrewâs back, tracing along his spine. âHow about a little nap? You can lie down on the couch and Iâll get you a heated blanket from the closet.â He knew that training a pet required a balance between a firm hand and doting kindness. If he was too harsh with Andrew constantly, it would only make him miserable. If he allowed Andrew to get away with whatever he wanted, he would get more bold and try again.
Heâd firmly put his foot down last night, so he needed to give Andrew a taste of what he could have had the night before if heâd behaved. âBeg like a good boy and you can have a nap.â Killian didnât want Andrew to be miserable, knowing that it would only lead to more behavior issues. No, it was better to give him a cozy little nap than deal with a cranky pet.
Andrew still didnât make much eye contact, glad that he wasnât going to be punished for not eating. He wasnât hungry, and he didnât think he could force himself to eat. The hand along his spine was comforting, as much as Andrew tried to ignore that feeling. When his Master mentioned a nap instead, Andrew paused before nodding slowly, still very silent. A warm nap would feel nice after the cold night in the dog house while it rained. He was sleepy, and maybe his hunger would come back at lunch time. Hearing that he had to beg, Andrew slouched slightly. A dog. Right. Thatâs what he was. He made a whining sound from his throat, nodding at the manâs leg as he did so to show that he was begging still, whining for it.
Killian gently pet Andrewâs hair, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. âGood boy. Very good.â He carefully lifted Andrew into his arms, taking him to the couch. Once Andrew was down on the couch, he went to the closet to grab blankets before returning. Killian plugged in the heated blanket, wrapping Andrew up in it and sitting on the floor in front of the couch. He wanted to stay close to Andrew, petting his hair mindlessly as he worked on documents on his laptop.
âGet some rest, pet. Weâll have lunch when youâre awake again.â Killian was being a bit doting with him, but the entire point was to show Andrew the rewards of good behavior versus the punishments for disobedience. He needed to understand before they could move to the next step.
Andrew couldnât look up at his Master as he was called a âgood boyâ, though way deep down he didnât feel it but it touched something in him. The Master Pleasing part of him. But he is grateful as he is picked up and taken to the living room. The couch was nice and soft under him as he curled as best as he could still in his bonds. It was certainly softer and warmer than the dirt outside. And when the blanket was over him, Andrew almost shivered as relaxed. It was like he melted into the couch and his eyes closed. It felt nice to feel the hands playing and moving through his hair. It wasnât long until Andrew was completely out.
Killian sat with Andrew the entire time he was asleep, gently cooing at him and petting his hair. âGood boy⌠Thereâs my good boy.â He let Andrew sleep for hours, working quietly beside him. After the isolation of the night before, he didnât want Andrew to feel alone at all. He eventually moved, gently moving the blanket off Andrew to expose his body.
Killian gently spread Andrewâs legs, exposing his cock. He stroked him slowly, lips wrapping around the petâs cock to suck him off. his head bobbed up and down, focused only on Andrew cumming for him. He wanted Andrew to feel good. To feel warm and pleasured, cared for. He didnât intend to swallow, not wanting to confuse the poor thing by doing something quite so submissive.
Andrew didnât even really seem to realize that time passed while he was sleeping. He had rested so deeply that time didnât seem to really past, there werenât even any dreams he had. He stirred awake when he felt hands on him. First it was the slight loss of the warmth of the blanket, but then he felt his body be moved. He groaned slightly, still a little sleepy before he felt warmth around his cock. He moaned ever so slightly, body now twitching as it was going towards another reaction. His eyes slowly blinked a few times as he woke up, eyes moving to his master.
Killian smiled around Andrewâs cock as he saw the pet blinking awake. That was exactly what heâd wanted. He wanted Andrew to wake up to the feeling of his cock being sucked, to wake up to an orgasm. He reached out, gently cupping Andrewâs cheek as his thumb ran along his cheekbone. There was a part of him that wanted to hear more, that wished heâd removed the gag. But, Andrew needed to make noise and communicate without words anyway. He was still in a bit of trouble for the day before. Not punishment, but restrictions.
Killian swirled his tongue and hollowed his cheeks around Andrewâs length intermittently. He finally pulled away as Andrewâs hips started to buck and it seemed he was getting close. Killian stroked Andrewâs cock instead, wiping his hand on his gagged lips when he was done. He smiled down at Andrew, petting him gently. âGood morning, pet. Did you have a nice nap?â He carefully helped Andrew back onto his hands and knees, smacking his ass lightly. âLetâs get you fed before it becomes neglectful.â He gestured for Andrew to head to the kitchen, walking along behind him and starting to cook lunch.
He was still waking up, but it was faster for him to do that when he had that feeling of a mouth around his cock. He moans lightly, the warming sensation in the bottom of his stomach coming quicker and quicker. He moans more against the gag, a blissful feeling entering his body. After a good rest and feeling warm, he felt good already but now he was getting his dick sucked. He moans, now wanting as his master moves to stroke him instead. He bucks a bit in his masterâs hand as he gets harder and harder. Going more and more into it. Soon, he came, and came hard in his masterâs hand. He was panting slightly as he slowly regained from it. His limbs were still a little shaky as he was brought to sit up. He moans lightly, carefully moving down to get off the couch. He still felt good from the orgasm, and it still hurt slightly with his limbs clenched tight. But he moves forward to go towards the kitchen. Maybe he would be alright to force himself to eat now. Once in the kitchen, he tries to sit on the floor.
He gently pet Andrewâs hair when he stepped past him, looking down at him. âThereâs my good boy.â Killian stepped to the counter with his ingredients, starting to cook. It was something simple enough, just a grilled turkey sandwich and some Mac and cheese. He sat down, food on one plate for them to share.
Killian lightly patted his thigh, gesturing for Andrew to move between his legs so he could feed him by hand. âYouâll eventually need to start eating from a proper bowl, but Iâm feeling a bit clingy today. Weâll try for dinner.â Almost as if to prove his claim, his hands were immediately petting Andrew and running along his body. He removed the gag, carefully offering a piece of the sandwich once it was cool. âWeâll also stretch your legs out a bit during your bath if you can behave yourself. Youâre being my good boy today, arenât you?â
Andrew watched his Master as he moved around the kitchen. He was much more awake after the orgasm, his mind still a little hazy and his body still warm and bones fuzzy from it. He leaned slightly into the hand on his hair when it went through it. But he just stayed where he was, watching. Not knowing what else to do and not wanting to upset his Master.
When his Master sat back down at the same spot, Andrew was already moving forward before he had patted his thigh. He may have only been here a few days, but he was already picking up on the patterns that his Master usually had. Andrew shivers slightly when he feels the hand now his body, and gasps for air slightly as the gag is removed. He worked his jaw slightly, immediately feeling a cramp but when the food is offered, he pauses for a moment before he takes it. His stomach feeling empty and his body feeling better to take something to eat. He is chewing when the other man explains what he will do if they have a bath. He goes to open and say âyes Sirâ but wonders if thatâs what he should do. So he just nodded. He wanted to be good.














