Tied Like Dogs
WARNING! Contains cum, cock, blowjobs, oral, slave, latex, encasement, mind control.
Series Name: N/A
Story Name: Tied Like Dogs
Story Audience: Adult
Story Theme: Bondage, Transformation, Latex, Slave
Summary: Rik goes to the local harvest festival to buy stuff for a new dog and comes across a squeaky toy...
Story:
The morning was dark and cold once again and Rik thought about staying in bed with his alpha again, but decided against it and got up, got dressed and had breakfast at 6 o'clock. Alpha continued to snuzzle (made-up word, means 'to quietly snore') in bed, the sheets a little ruffled and his big furry feet poking out the other end. He was kicking a little in his sleep, having a wonderful dream about something or other that was making him aroused. His prick became almost achingly hard and he curled up a little in response, liking the sensation before his bed became wet and sticky and white.
Back downstairs, Rik was making himself a cup of coffee to perk him up for the day ahead, drumming his fingers on the countertop as the machine whirred, the brown gold being poured into the awaiting mug below before being guzzled by the fox. He took his car keys and hopped into his flashy silver car before driving off to the town centre.
The town square was noisy and crowded as the first of the harvest festival stalls opened, ready for the day. The stalls selling cakes, biscuits and other sweet things were quickly running out of stock, and quickly making a lot of profit. The cobblestones of the plaza rumbled with the raucous footsteps of the buyers and window-shoppers, looking around thoughtfully at the necklaces or tutting disappointedly at a pair of underwhelming yet overpriced wellington boots.
Meanwhile, opposite one of the dairy counters, stood a fairly modest stand selling pet essentials like toys and bags of food. The man behind it was tall and remarkably toned, with ruffled brown hair and war-hardened eyes. A dog tag hung around his neck and he wore camouflage-patterned cargo trousers and beaked cap; perhaps he was a solider from Syria or something. Rik didn't really care much about the vendor, he cared more about the products he sold. He was thinking of getting a dog for Christmas (not as a disposable commodity some children treat them as like other presents) and he needed a toy, a collar, leash, some food and a couple of water/food bowls. The soldier nodded briefly in not exactly welcome, but acknowledgement. Rik picked up a black rubber ball.
"How much is this?" he asked, feeling how smooth it was in his palm.
"50p," the vendor replied. Rik raised his eyebrows as he bounced the ball lightly on the ground.
"I assume you're buying it then," the soldier remarked, beckoning for the money. The fox picked up a red collar and leash, then asked if the bags of food could be carried to his car since his hands were already full. The soldier nodded and hoisted it into his arms.
"You can pay at the car," he said shortly, following him back to the car park. Rik squeezed the rubber ball which had quite a lot of give to it. It became practically flat if he pressed it enough. It made a funny little squeaking sound.
"This ball is very squidgy," Rik noted, "are you sure it won't get stuck in my dog's throat?"
"If I wasn't, I wouldn't sell it," the soldier replied gruffly, putting the bag of kibble in the now-opened boot of Rik's car.
Rik squidged the ball again, but this time it did something different. It wrapped itself around his hand, and when he tried to get it off with his other hand, it latched onto that one as well. It spread like wildfire, multiplying over his arms then his torso.
"H-help!" he cried, drawing the soldier's attention. In response the soldier tried to tear the rubber off, but only to get it on himself.
By this time the rubber had completely engulfed Rik, including a separate 'sleeve' for his cock, which was standing tall and proud at 8.5 inches and glistening with black latex. The goo formed an identical dildo which it slid into his ass and sealed inside. The soldier wasn't faring any better, as the latex around his head had taken the shape of a dog's, ears and all. Judging by his groaning a dildo had gone up and been sealed inside _his_ass as well. The latex had captured him in all of his muscular glory and had caused his cock to stand on end, and Rik found it all incredibly sexy. The latex around his mouth formed a circular hole a little smaller than the soldier's dick, ready to accept the long, thick member, to give the ultimate blowjob... Rik couldn't fight it, he crouched down and pushed the man's cock into his mouth-hole, feeling the slickness of the latex slide against his tongue. The soldier groaned even louder and Rik lifted him up to sit on the edge of the boot compartment. People who were walking past gazed at them, scowling and scoffing in disgust, so they both hopped into the boot and closed the hatch.
"F-feels... so g-good..." the man shuddered. He aided the fox by gently pushing him onto his dick, the wet tongue licking it making him twitch.
"I-I feel weird..." he mumbled, caressing his own pecs and abdomen, "I'm not... d-do-doing this... I-I'm not in control..."
Rik withdrew his head from the soldier's cock, but a thin tube had formed between his mouth-hole and the tip, so whenever he breathed it felt like more blowjob. Out of nowhere the tip of his own penis grew a similar tube which latched firmly onto the soldier's mouth-hole, and immediately the immensely euphoric sensation of the sucking of his cock made him groan and grunt, much like the man he was attached to. He lay on top of him and the soldier wrapped his thickly muscled arms around the fox, bringing each other closer, their junk grinding and their chests rising and falling in time with their breaths.
They spent a good hour in there, simply lying in the boot, secluded away from the world, enjoying each other's company and warm embrace. Neither of them had cum yet.
This feels wrong, Rik pondered, I ought to be faithful to Alpha... but this man... he's so... strong, so powerful... so warm, so... so... sexy...
I need to cum, the soldier thought desperately, I can't take it anymore! Why aren't I cumming? Ohhh... so fucking good... mmph... I have to cum, but I... I can't...
There was indeed something weird going on. They had spent an hour and however-many minutes essentially blowing each other, but nothing had happened, neither of them were cumming. They were at the peak of their orgasm, almost delirious with enormous pleasure, but they were bone dry. What had happened to them?
The soldier said something heavily muffled along the lines of "Suck harder, mate", and Rik willingly obliged. He breathed more heavily in an attempt to suck the man's cock hard enough for an ejaculation, but it never came, if you pardon the expression.
Then, all of a sudden, they both came at once.
It was an extraordinary feeling to have the man's spunk flow into Rik's mouth, watching the tube from his cock bulge with the fluid rising through it and pouring wetly onto his tongue and down his throat. He supposed it would be exactly the same feeling for G-Shep A809 (the soldier), who still had his arms around him. After the exciting few moments of their ejaculations, Collie B756 (Rik) lay down on A809 , resting his head on his chest, relaxing in the afterglow and feeling incredibly comfortable. He never wanted to leave A809 , not that he could anyway because he was quite literally tied to him. He didn't care about his past identity as the fox, similar to how A809 didn't care about his own. All they wanted was a life of servitude to each other, being eternally close, loving every second of it and every inch of each other. They had no other concerns; slaves didn't need money, or food, or water. Definitely not clothes either.
They lay there peacefully, Collie B756 resting quietly next to G-Shep A809 , their arms around each other in a soft, warm, rubbery embrace. They weren't going to be moving from there any time soon.