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The toy was a small metal bulb, less than an inch long, that could be cranked open into a blooming flower, locking it inside any ass it had been inserted in. It had a variety of attachments, different animal tails or endings that could be swapped out depending on the mood, but the most important feature was that it could be locked.
And it had keys.
Pup couldn’t remember the last time he had spent a day without the toy in his ass.
He woke up, crawling out of his dog bed and giving himself a shake, very much like a typical dog, before pushing himself to his feet and heading to the kitchen.
The house was quiet in the growing light of dawn, and he moved quickly to get breakfast ready. Eggs and toast and hashbrowns, hot coffee with cold milk and brown sugar. All of it loaded onto a tray. His own breakfast was just as important, and maybe even more complex.
The base was a can of slop he slid into a stainless steel dog dish. A chew he broke into more manageable pieces was added to promote good dental health, a nutritional powder for joints, flakes that advertised a shiny and healthy coat, and a raw egg for added protein. He crushed a viagra, sprinkling that over the top, and the last few drops were a potent aphrodisiac.
It didn’t look nearly as appetizing as the breakfast he had just prepared, but he set it on the floor, where he could come back and eat it later, and picked up the breakfast tray.
His cock was already hard anyway, like it always was, especially from his morning wood, but Pup ignored it as it flopped back and forth with each step.
He didn’t knock when he got to the door of the master bedroom, nudging it open with his hip and slipping quietly inside. He set the tray on a side table and headed to the wide bay windows of the room. With one heave, he pulled the curtains open, letting the morning sunlight stream in and prompting a series of groans from the three bodies sprawled together on the wide king bed.
Pup bit his lip, returned to the table he left the tray on, and slid to his knees, spreading his knees to make sure his hard cock was on display and waiting for Sir and Master and Lord to wake up.
“Mhmm, is it morning already?”
“That’s what you say every morning.”
“Maybe I’m surprised every morning.”
Master was the first to sit up, stretching his arms wide as he yawned, his black hair flopping into his face. It was always a mess first thing in the morning, having grown out in the weeks and honestly needing a haircut at this point. Not that Pup would say that out loud. He was young looking, though Pup knew there was only a couple years between them, with Pup being the senior. Master pushed his hair away from his eyes, half lidded, and smiled sleepily when he spotted Pup.
He patted the blankets by his knee with a click of his tongue, and Pup hurried forward.
He knew better than to jump onto the mattress right away, instead taking Master’s fingers eagerly into his mouth, sucking them down and letting his eyes close.
“How’s Pup this morning?” Master asked. “Did you get a good night’s rest?”
Pup squirmed, wiggling on his knees, knowing it made the rubber tail attachment on the toy in his ass wag back and forth. He pulled off the fingers with a slurp, licking his lip to catch the drool.
“Good, Master,” he said. “I slept good.”
Master smirked, drying his spit-soaked fingers in Pup’s hair and scratching him behind the ears. “Did you?” he asked. “It looks like you had a nice dream.”
Pup blushed, looking down at the hard on sticking up from between his legs. Honestly, he didn’t need a dream at this point. He was always perpetually hard. The softest he got was getting half hard during particularly cold baths.
“Um, yes, Master,” he said, knowing it was easier to agree with him. Good pups didn’t beg for orgasms.
“Did you touch yourself?” Master asked.
And Pup blushed deeper.
Master knew that didn’t work for him.
Pup’s last owner--his last master , Pup corrected himself, as his cock throbbed--had loved fucking him. Pup had been such a good bottom for him, and he had enjoyed training Pup to cum on his cock. After several months of living with the man, the conditioning was so well set in that Pup needed a toy, or better, a hard cock, up his ass if he wanted to get off. He could stroke and touch himself all he wanted, but without something pounding his prostate from the inside, there was no way of him getting over the edge.
He hadn’t counted on moving in with his current owners.
That had been more than a year ago.
“No, Master,” he asked truthfully. “I didn’t touch myself.”
Master clicked his tongue and cooed at him. “Awee, Puppy, you should make yourself feel good too.”
Pup lowered his gaze, bowing his head respectfully. “Yes, Master.”
Master then turned to the other two bodies in the bed, shaking them none too gently as he yanked the blankets away. Sir and Lord groaned, already mumbling their complaints.
“It’s way too early,” Sir complained.
Master was grinning mischievously. “Too early for this?”
Pup couldn’t see them over the tall edge of the mattress, but Master rolled himself over, and there was a moan as he captured Sir in a deep kiss. And then all Pup could hear was moaning. With a whimper, he obediently reached between his legs, wrapping a hand around his cock and slowly stroking.
It was easy to collect the precum that constantly dripped out of him, slicking up his fist until he was pumping furiously, eyes closed as he concentrated.
Sir and Master and Lord were all moaning now, the wet sucking of their kissing almost similar to the sounds Pup was making, wet slapping of skin on skin. Fabric rustled as they rolled over each other, and then Pup heard the telltale clatter of the plastic of their cock cages, knocking together as they humped their hips uselessly.
Pup whimpered, jealous of them, the head of his own cock painfully sensitive. He wanted to pull his hand away, but Master had given him an order even though it sounded more like a suggestion. Pup knew better than to disobey.
“ Hhm ,” Master groaned. “Fuck, I need fat cock in my ass.”
Pup sighed, finally pulling his hand away in relief, waiting for the signal that he was allowed to join them on the bed.
“Breakfast is going to get cold,” Lord whined. “Can we do it after?”
“You can eat then,” Master said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and pushing himself to his feet. “I’m going to have some fun.”
He loomed over Pup, tall and skinny and hairless, really just a twink. But calling Master ‘just’ anything was an insult. A small black chastity cage hung between his legs, protruding with his own morning wood, and Pup’s mouth watered at the drops of clear precum gathering at the tip.
Master barely had to lean over to hook two fingers into Pup’s collar, dragging him out of the bedroom and to the living room.
He flopped on the couch, spreading his legs wide and rolling his hips, giving Pup access to his hole. He didn’t even need to be stretched. All three of them had lost their virgin tightness ages ago, and with a wince, Pup swung himself up, hooking his hands around Master’s hips and lining his cock up with his plush, pink hole.
“Don’t make that face, Puppy,” Master said, cradling his face in his hands and pulling him down to kiss him on his forehead. “You’re much prettier when you smile.”
Pup managed a shaky grin, and Master laughed, patting his cheek.
“And you look even prettier when you’re inside of me,” he said.
Pup knew the sweetness wouldn’t last.
Even with the practice, Pup still felt awkward shoving his cock into the warm hole. His own precum slicked the way, but Master’s insides were hot and plush, squeezing and milking his cock the moment it was inside. He was moaning before he could stop himself.
As much as he didn’t like it, his body couldn’t help but react to the pleasure. His cock throbbed, his balls pulling up, on the edge of an orgasm that would never come. Precum flooded Master’s hole instead, easing the way and making each thrust hotter and wetter.
Pup sobbed, his own hole clenching in response, mimicking each tightening squeeze of Master’s.
The bulb of the toy spread him open, sure, but just inside his rim that was snapped shut around the thin stem that protruded. The rubber tail slapped against his thighs, wagging furiously with each thrust, but the small metal bloom inside of him just reminded Pup of what he needed, what he craved .
What was denied from him.
He hooked his hands around Master’s thighs even tighter, and the thrusting became more animalistic.
His eyes rolled in his head, tongue flopping out, and Master bounced on his cock, his own face lax with pleasure as he goaded him on.
“Yes, yes, yes , Pup,” he gasped. “F-fuck me, fuck me hard, harder, Puppy, harder!”
And Pup obeyed, pumping his hips, letting out a soft, sad howl of pleasure as he felt the head of his cock nailing Master’s prostate. Tears bubbled in his eyes, and he tried to remember what that felt like, tried to conjure up the phantom sensations in hopes that it would push him over the edge too.
He gasped when he felt Master’s cum splattering his stomach, his caged orgasm making him moan loudly as he locked his ankles around Pup’s hips, dragging him close so his cock plunged all the way in. And Master slowly rocked, riding out the last waves of pleasure before he finally went limp.
They were both sweaty and out of breath, and Master managed a smile, reaching up to pat Pup on the head.
“Good boy,” he said, breathless. “Go get your breakfast.”
Pup whimpered, unable to stop a tear from trickling down his cheek as he pulled out.
He cock sprang back up, slapping wetly against his stomach, and Pup could feel Master’s cum dripping onto his shaft. He sat back on his heels, breath shuddering as he dragged his fingers through the mess and fed it into his mouth, cleaning up Master’s orgasm just like he was supposed to.
And then he crawled meekly to the kitchen, his hard, wet cock still swinging between his thighs, and bent over the metal dish.
Meal times were always the most difficult. Pup hadn’t cum in so long, that any activity he did now crossed wires in his brain. He associated everything with being hard and on edge, and as he dipped his head, licking his tongue through the egg to break the yolk, his cock jerked, oozing out a large glob of precum that dangled between his thighs.
The aphrodisiac was sweet, really the best part of the meal, even though Pup knew it would make his skin tight and his balls thrum. He made sure to lick the bowl clean, knowing that Sir didn’t like it when he had leftovers.
The house slowly came alive around him. Just as he was finishing up, Sir and Lord joined Master in the kitchen, setting down the tray Pup had prepared with all the bits they hadn’t finished. They all giggled around their cups of coffee, groping and feeling each other up openly as they shared kisses and touches.
Once Pup had managed to gnaw through and swallow that last hard bite of dental chew, he finally turned to present himself to them, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth to show them he was finished.
“Awe, good Pup,” Sir said.
He was always the softest out of the three, his dark brown eyes always warm with compassion even when he had Pup between his legs, suckling at the tip of his own pink cock cage. It was such a contrast to his dark skin, his dreadlocks dangling in his face, having escaped their usual tie during the night.
Pup whimpered, immediately crawling to his legs. The insides of Sir’s thighs were shiny and wet, his own precum steadily dribbling out of his cage, and Pup wanted nothing more than to dive forward and lick him clean.
But he hadn’t been given that permission.
He sat still, leaning into the pets that Sir gave him as he scratched through his hair and sipped from his own mug.
“Do you have a busy day today?” he asked, and Pup forced himself to pull away from his touch with a groan.
“Sort of, Sir,” he said. “Shopping needs to be done and I’m supposed to meet my trainer at the gym today as well.”
Sir smiled down at him, wiggling his hips and making his cock cage flop back and forth. It made Pup’s mouth water. “We’ll be here waiting for you then,” he said. “Getting all the chores done.”
Pup nodded and then shuffled forward, pressing himself tight to Sir’s leg and resting his cheek against his knee. He licked his lips, the aftertaste of his breakfast still in his mouth and making his head spin. “Do you think,” he started slowly, softly. He wiggled his hips, making his tail wag hopefully. “You could unlock me?”
Sir was midway through a drink of coffee and snorted, taking his time finishing the mouthful and swallowing before looking down to address him. “You need to stop thinking with your hole so much, Pup,” he said, giving him a pat on the head. “Your big puppy cock is your source of pleasure now.”
Pup whimpered but let Sir pull away, walking across the kitchen to set his empty mug in the sink.
“But I haven’t been fucked in so long,” he said, pressing his hips to the floor and rocking, trying to get some sort of pleasure from the toy locked inside his ass. “ Please , Sir, haven’t I been good?”
Sir turned, leaning back on the counter and gave him a stern look. “Do good pups beg?” he said, and Pup hung his head, almost tempted to press his belly completely, submissively, to the floor.
“No, Sir,” he said softly.
And Sir clicked his tongue, stepping across the face and pulling his head up again. “I know it’s tough for you,” he said. “But you’re a top now, remember? Tops don’t get fucked, they do the fucking.”
He flicked his fingers to tags dangling from Pup’s collar, making them jingle.
“We need you to be our key holder,” he said, and Pup nodded forlornly.
His collar held not only his I.D. tags, with the numbers of all three of them, but also his name and address if he were ever lost and needed to be returned. Next to that though, dangled all the sets of keys of Master’s, Sir’s, and Lord’s cages.
His collar was locked, of course, and the lock to that dangled from the toy in his ass, almost always hidden behind the tail unless he was properly presenting, chest on the floor and ass in the air. And then it rested neatly against his taint, just above his fat, cum-stuffed balls.
“And your tail only comes out during bathroom time,” Sir said firmly.
Pup wanted to beg further, but he knew better than to push his luck. So he hung his head and nodded.
“Why don’t you clean up breakfast,” Sir said, giving him one last pat on the head before stepping around him. “Come to the office afterwards.”
Only when the kitchen was empty did Pup push himself to his feet and stand. He carefully packed up the leftovers from Master’s, Sir’s, and Lord’s own breakfast, putting them away in the fridge before starting on the dishes. He finished quickly, remembering to refresh the water in his own dish next to his food bowl, getting a good drink before crawling off into the house to find Sir again.
The office space held three computers, all of their work spaces combined into one, and Pup couldn’t help but drool at the big fat dildos that protruded from each chair.
His eyes glazed over, thinking about how good it would feel to sink down on one, filling his ass to the brim and making it hard to concentrate on his work.
But Sir was already pushing his chair away from his desk, spreading his legs and motioning for Pup to crawl to the space between them. With a blush, Pup obeyed, setting back and presenting his cock just like he was supposed to.
He shivered when Sir’s foot, the soft cotton of his sock always a shock after spending so long without clothes, pressed up against his balls, bouncing them a little before sliding upwards. He pinned Pup’s cock against his stomach, applying just a little bit of pressure, and Pup’s hips stuttered.
“Done with the dishes?” Sir asked, and Pup managed a nod.
God, he wanted so desperately to slam his hole down on one of the dildos, bouncing up and down so fast that his cock slapped against his stomach and thighs until he was spraying cum. He would even be a good boy and lick it all up, making sure every surface was clean afterwards.
“Perfect,” Sir said, pulling his foot away and grabbing his wallet from where it sat on the desk. He pulled out a couple bills and offered them. “Allowance, for groceries.”
Pup leaned over, taking the money in his mouth.
“Lord laid out your clothes on the bed,” Sir said. “You have two hours.”
Pup nodded, pulling himself from the fantasy of finally getting a toy in his hole, and crawled away.
He was grateful for the minimal clothing he was allowed when leaving the house. The jock strap was blue and covered with pawprints, and if he angled his cock up along his waist, it wasn’t as obvious that he was throbbing and hard.
The casual shorts were basic, grey, midthigh, and the tanktop was just as plain. Pup had to tuck his tail in, curling it between his thighs, and the doggy body language of shame and humiliation of a tucked tail would follow him throughout the entire trip until he was able to come home and wag again.
He didn’t see Master or Lord as he walked out the front door, but they didn’t typically like seeing him clothed anyway.
Pup had the list, written and planned by his owners, and he dutifully headed to the store. He knew each preferred brand, what to buy if certain things were out of stock, and everything was budgeted down to the penny. He did blush when he stopped by the dog aisle, flustered when the list had included a new doggy toy.
Squeaker, it had specified, and Pup somehow knew he was supposed to spend ten minutes sorting through them, squeezing each one and judging his favorite. He blushed because he was excited.
The cans of dog food were no less humiliating, vitamins and pills and powders to ensure he met all his nutrition needs. It drove home that he did his own food shopping last, next to a rack of collars and metal choke chains, rather than the rest of the store, but finally Pup was heading to the check out.
“Your dog must be well taken care of!” the cashier commented cheerily, and Pup nodded with a plush.
“He is,” he agreed sheepishly.
“Well, a healthy dog is a happy dog,” the cashier said with a wink, shaking the toy and giving it a squeeze to make it squeak.
And Pup almost whimpered, feeling his cock throb. He was too terrified to check if the precum had soaked through his shorts. He just crossed his fingers and prayed to his owners that it hadn’t as he paid, carefully folded the change inside the receipt and pocketed both.
He forced himself not to run back to the car, walking calmly and normally.
He couldn’t get back to the house fast enough, being careful to follow every traffic rule. If his owners found out he was speeding or rushing yellow lights, there would only be a punishment for him.
Pup felt relieved when he finally carried everything inside and was finally able to strip again. The clothing felt weird on his skin anyway, making him itch and squirm, and it always felt more natural to have his cock out hard and swinging, even though it made him even more horny.
He set the receipt and change on the counter for his owners to double check, and hurried to put everything away.
He was just finishing tucking the last bag of puppy treats into the cupboard dedicated to his food when the squeak of his toy made him jump.
He couldn’t help but spin around, already perking up excitedly when he saw Lord cutting off the tag and waving it with a playful smirk.
“Huh, boy?” he said. “We thought you deserved a treat.”
Lord was the oldest out of all of them, and even that wasn’t saying much. He was also the closest to Pup’s body type. He took Pup for his runs anyway, and his legs were long and muscular, where Pup had a body full of muscles, arms huge and chest fat, abs hard whenever he flexed.
Lord was slightly more tan than Master was, Asian, his black hair shaggy but well kept. And like the other two, a clear cock cage kept his cock tucked perfectly away.
“Come on,” Lord said, patting his thigh and making Pup sink to his knees, eyes still locked on the toy. “You can play with it while you fuck me.”
And that almost made Pup want to protest. But the toy, a rubber bone, half of it covered in little nubs--it had advertised the bonus of cleaning your puppy's teeth while it played--was too tempting. He had chosen it on purpose of course.
He crawled after Lord, wiggling excitedly and wagging his tail. He was practically bouncing by the time they made it to the bedroom, and Lord tossed the toy playfully onto the bed.
Pup didn’t need to be told twice, bounding up onto the blankets and pouncing on the toy, grabbing it in his teeth and giving it a satisfyingly loud squeak. He shook it, just to show it who was boss, and then jumped at Lord’s hands on his hips.
“Come on, Pup,” Lord said, his voice teasing as he spread Pup’s thighs. “There’s another toy here that needs your attention.”
He crawled under Pup, wiggling until he was in place and his hole was level with his hard, dripping cock. He didn’t move, waiting for Pup to do all the hard work, but he grabbed the end of the toy hanging from Pup’s mouth, giving it a playful shake to get him riled up.
And Pup almost didn’t mind plunging his cock into the wet, velvety hole. The toy made up for it, squeaking on each thrust as he gritted his teeth and focused. It was almost satisfying to see Lord’s eyes roll back and then flutter closed, biting his lip as he moaned.
He fucked hard, knowing that Lord liked it rough and fast, pausing ever couple pumps to shake his toy.
Lord’s hands were in his hair, yanking his head back, as Lord’s begging and soft ‘fuck yeah’s slowly turned into unintelligable grunting.
Pup’s hips slapped against Lord’s, the cock cage bouncing up and down with the force, and soon he was grunting, sweat starting to trickle down his forehead and he did his best to work Lord to his orgasm. He was always harder than the rest of his owners, taking a little bit more, and Pup’s head and neck always ached from getting his hair yanked this way and that as Lord got lost in the fucking.
Pup growled into his toy, biting even harder as he felt his balls twitch, and he couldn’t help but sob. The overstimulation was almost painful now. His cock almost didn’t feel good anymore, each nerve overworked so they couldn’t even recognize pleasure anymore.
But only almost.
“‘M clos, ‘m close,” Lord gasped, clawing at Pup’s shoulders, and his hips snapped up at each thrust in, meeting Pup’s cock and making sure the angle was perfect.
His orgasm wasn’t as explosive as Master’s, the cum dribbling out of his cage and down his thighs, but just as satisfying if his moans and gasps were anything to go by. Really, Pup was just happy to pull out, whimpering as his cock slowly pulled out of the tight heat.
Lord caught his collar right at the last moment, the head of his cock resting just inside his rim, still catching his own breath and coming down from his high.
“ Mhm , stay,” he said. “Want your cock inside me.”
Pup whimpered, sucking a bit more desperately on his toy, but obediently sunk back inside. It took a bit of awkward maneuvering, but he finally managed to curl around Lord, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into his chest.
He could feel Lord’s hole still spasming around his cock, still trying to milk out a few more drops of pleasure, and he whimpered, pulling his hips away before remembering where he was supposed to be and humping back in.
Luckily, it only took a couple minutes for Lord to finally recover and then only several more before he pulled away, finally letting Pup’s cock slide out of his ass.
He rolled over, grabbing the end of the toy, and Pup whimpered, latching on a bit tighter when Lord tugged on it.
“Drop,” Lord said sternly.
Pup waited a couple seconds, just to push his luck, and then spat it out. Lord gave him a smile and then spread his legs, and Pup didn’t need any further instructions as he bent down to lick up the now tacky, half-dried cum off his thighs.
He cleaned him thoroughly, even licking upwards and sucking his balls for a moment, pulling each into his mouth to lovingly hold each in the hot wet heat in his mouth, and Pup’s head spun at finally getting to worship a cock. A bit of precum leaked out the end of Lord’s cage, wetting the end of his nose, and Pup closed his eyes, imagining a hard cock laying over his face, spent from a recent orgasm that he had provided with his hole.
He was jolted out of the fantasy as Lord squeezed the toy, and Pup pulled off his balls with a pop, perking up as Lord waved the toy temptingly over his head. He wiggled excitedly, making his tale wag and his cock sway.
“Go play, Pup,” Lord said, tossing the toy off the bed.
Pup bounded after it, wrestling it across the floor and giving it a few satisfying squeaks, growling and shaking it. He could almost forget about his ignored hole, empty and twitching, and his balls, full and fat.
“ Out of the bedroom,” Lord said, already rolling over and grabbing his phone. He wrinkled his nose at the noise.
With a meek whimper, Pup ducked his head and crawled out of the room, taking the toy with him. Maybe Master could play with him, since Sir was working in the office. Pup had a couple hours before the gym, and maybe he could convince Master to unlock his hole and stick a finger inside of him.
Maybe two.
Pup wiggled his hips, feeling his tail slap against his thighs. His hole clenched, milking the little bit of intrusion that was stuffed inside of him.
Pup would do anything to get fucked.