A groan escaped him as he began to stir. His body felt like a sack of rocks, too heavy to move himself, though that didn't stop it from bending and twisting at the whim of another. He had no chance to fight it, his eyes fighting just to even crack open. What he could see was dull and unfocused, passing by him like a slideshow with each blink, so surreal and dreamlike.
He saw the figure slicing up his shirt with a pair of shears, the cool air and ground biting at his exposed torso.
Blink.
His belt was unbuckled, pants unzipped before two hands began to slide them down his legs, leaving him in a pair of briefs.
Blink.
One of those same hands rubbed his bulge, trapping under its fabric cage before it hooked a finger on the waistband and tugged down.
Blink.
The cold hard ground soaked through his fur as he laid face down, arms twisted behind him, held together by something. With a sudden firm grip on his shoulder and wrists, Rex felt himself get hoisted upwards on his knees. His legs slid and were spread apart to support his upright position as he slumped forward, still weak from whatever had knocked him out. Shallow panting drifted from the pitbull’s mouth, mind still full of fuzz and fog.
He wasn’t quite sure where he was, not knowing if the mysterious man had moved him anywhere. The world around him was still a mess of blurry shapes and colors, but the longer he knelt, the clearer it grew. The sea of gray his dropped gaze absently stared at turned into a cement floor, the two brown blobs at the body of his vision becoming his bare legs, folded and asleep beneath him. Using what little energy he had regained to look up, the sight of the larger of two dungeons came into focus, telling him exactly where he was. Right in the middle of a fetishist's paradise.
As his senses returned to him, he tugged on the bindings around his wrists and arms, feeling the ropes shift with the light struggle yet remain firm. Glancing down at himself, his eyes widened and his heartbeat quickened, the whole reality of the situation dawning on him. Those glimpses he saw were very real. Gone were his clothes, leaving him in nothing but his short fur. Not even his underwear remained, with his sheath pointed upwards and balls hanging between his spread legs. Looking down at his naked body, kneeling in the middle of a sex dungeon, his mind raced. He had to get out of here.
“Well, look who finally decided to wake up,” He heard a voice say behind him, causing him to look around frantically but to no avail. “You tanked that aesthesia like a champ, I was wondering if it wasn’t actually entering the vents.”
“Who’s there? Show yourself.”
Instead of giving an answer, two hands harshly clapped the canine’s shoulders, giving them a squeeze before a shadow loomed over Rex, casting in darkness. Tilting his head back, he was met with the smiling face of a doberman around his age, a wide, toothy smile on his face and a gold earring shining in his left ear. Amber eyes stared down from his bluish black mask, a pair of brown eyebrows giving more expression to his devious face. While the gas mask was gone, in its place rested a leather peaked cap.
Kneeling down, the other man played with his knot work, tightening Rex’s binds as he hummed to himself. “Breaking into this place, that’s pretty ballsy. Getting in without tripping an alarm, it’s almost like you had an inside man. One of the servants, I’m guessing.
Rex grunted as his wrists were pulled closer together. “Moriarty, I’m guessing.”
“You guessed wrong. Don’t worry, I’ll give you two more.”
“Then who are you?” he snarled, fists clenching behind his back.
“Oh, I thought we were playing a game. You’re no fun. But you are quite,” He reached around, one arm over his shoulder and the other around his waist, giving his chest and abs a good feel, “sexy.”
The pitbull twisted and thrashed in his restraints, trying to shake off the unwelcomed touch. “Get away from me!”
To his surprise, the other dog stopped, standing up and circling in front of him. This allowed him to get a good look at him, and what a look it was.
He still wore the same gear as earlier, but without the drugs dulling his vision, he could make out his captor much better. The harness he wore clung to his pecs, helping accentuate them alongside the golden bar piercings in each nipple. Two black bands sat snugly around his upper biceps, straining every time he flexed them. His abs were well toned, even threatening to put his own muscled body to shame, helped by how his well groomed fur shone in the room’s lighting, highlighting his physique even more. The pouch of his jockstrap was full and bulging, hinting to a package that the bound pitbull hoped stayed wrapped. Based on appearance alone, it only made his heart sink further. He was not liking how this was going.
After he was finished taking in all that was the doberman that had captured him, he caught sight of his backpack, now held in the other man’s hands as he sat down in a chair facing the failed thief.
“So, who do you work for, Toby Fletcher?”
Rex let out a low growl. “How do you know my name?”
The doberman chuckled. “You think I wouldn’t look through your wallet and phone? Why else do you like you’re just tied up on the floor and not anywhere more,” he gestured around at the numerous pieces of bondage furniture, “secured?”
The pitbull sighed, using his annoyance to hide a feeling he wasn’t too used to feeling. “What do you want with me?”
It was a risky question, every inane thing this guy did delayed himself and gave him more time to plan. But despite his attempts at loosening his ropes, he knew he was screwed. At this point, he was only delaying the inevitable.
“Wow, you are really boring. I’ll tell you, but first, let’s see what you managed to steal.”
Unzipping the bag, he dove his hand inside, tongue peeking from between his lips as he rummaged through, blind. Shortly after, he took out the golden toys, gently laying them on the floor before shoving his hand back inside. “Yeah, those are pretty fucking expensive. Good catch. He’d hate to lose those. Now, some of his watches… wait….” His hand yanked free of the backpack, holding onto the pup hood Rex had grabbed.
The bound thug’s blood ran cold, watching a smile creep onto his captors face as he stared at the empty headgear before his eye slowly turned back to him.
“You… kinky… bastard. You didn’t take this because it’s valuable, you took this because you wanted it. Is that it, pup? You want a good master to take good care of you?”
“Shut up,” Rex looked away, face burning and ears flat against his head.
The doberman stood up, walking over and crouching down in front of him, holding the hood close to his face. “Is that really any way to talk to your master, pup?”
“I said shut u-”
The other canine seized his muzzle in a vice grip, clamping his mouth shut. The jovial expression in his face flickered for a second, flashing a quick snarl as amber met blue. “Does master need to teach you some manners?”
They glared daggers at each other, a duel held solely through eye contact. Pupils narrowed, lips twitched, neither wanting to give up ground. But as it seemed like the contest would go on forever, something inside Rex pulled his gaze away.
“Good. Now, I will tolerate no more back talk, mutt. In fact….”
Grabbing the pitbull’s discarded belt, the dominant male brought it to his muzzle and wrapped it around, tightening and strapping it in place, forcing his mouth closed. The bound canine shook his head, wrists tugging in a vain effort to remove it. Hot breath poured from his flaring nostrils as he looked back at the doberman.
“That’s better. And to answer your first question, the name’s Kaiden. As for what I plan to do to you?... Take a guess. Actually, you might like it, pup. Funnily enough, I was looking for one of you myself. Moriarty has a pack of them but I just wanted one. One to make mine.”
Rex’s heart threatened to tear from his chest, blood pumping past his ears as he listened. This had to be a nightmare, some fucked up nightmare. There was no way this was real.
“Oh, and as for who you work for? It doesn’t really matter. I don’t care, it’s not like they’ll be able to come and save you without every cop car in a five mile radius swarming them, if I don’t get to them first. I do like the sight of helpless, tied up men. Especially sexy ones like you. Besides, I already know who sent you, and I doubt they’ll care to try.” Kaiden grabbed Rex’s jaw, holding his chin in the palm of his hand as he grinned at the snarling canine. “After all, I’m the one who told them to come here.”
Rex growled through his clenched muzzle, all the pieces falling into place. Of course this was a trap, if only he had known what kind. If he could go back in time to that coffee shop, he would have told Simon to fuck off, consequences be damned. But that was just a dream, this was the real world.
"Look at you, all bark and no bite. Actually, more like no bark and no bite."
He growled louder, nothing left to do but make himself feel better.
"Aw, what a cute growl you have. How about we see if your whimpers are just as adorable?"
His pitch went deeper, all in an attempt to hide the emotion coursing through him.
Fear.
"Oh, I'm going to like you, pup."