Belonging

I awoke to the rattling of my cage as Mike unlocked it and opened the door.

"Wakey wakey, puppy. Time to start the day," he said, rubbing my head.

I rose up to all fours and carefully crawled forward out of the cage. Mike's hand came down and began to unfasten the hood. The prolonged darkness made opening my eyes difficult once it came off. A small click and sudden tug told me that Mike had fastened a leash to my collar. I stumbled slightly in my haste to keep up, causing him to tug harder as he dragged me along behind him. My eyes slowly kept adjusting on the way to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and stepped inside after the water had warmed, then snapped his fingers. I crawled in after him and began washing his body. The events of yesterday repeated once he was clean, him turning the hot water off and allowing me a quick, cold shower while he brushed. Once finished I stepped out, brushed, and knelt at his feet. He was preparing shaving cream in a small dish.

"Dad already left for work, and I have been called in today as well. Do you have shifts this week?" he asked, bringing the brush to his strong jaw.

"No Daddy, I took my vacation this week," I answered.

He simply nodded and continued applying the fresh cream to his face. Once he had lathered to his satisfaction he picked up a straight razor from the edge of the basin and began his shave. I was mesmerized, watching the blade slowly carve a path through the white foam. My dad had never taught me how to shave; I was often left to my own devices while growing up. In comparison, my shaving technique consisted of an electric razor and warm water. Mike expertly guided the razor over the contours of his face, not a single nick in sight. Even with a fresh shave he still had a shadow, which gave his face a rugged appearance no matter what time of day it was. His dad was much the same way, keeping his mustache where Mike preferred to stay clean shaven and not letting the growth go unchecked longer than a couple of days.

"Here's the plan cocksucker. After I leave you are going to go home and prepare to spend the rest of the week here, including the weekend. That's five days, just in case you are too preoccupied with my cock to add that up. You won't need much clothing, since you will probably be stored away or kept naked most of the time. Eat, pack a couple outfits and any toys you have. Once you are ready, come back here. I will leave a key to the back door in the garage, which you can access through the side door using the code. The code is my phone number backwards. While you are in the garage, strip to your jock and leave everything you brought in there. Come into the house and then crawl into your new cage until one of us returns. You can nap if you want, but whoever comes home first will be expecting you to greet them at the door on your knees. Understand all that faggot?" he finished flatly.

"Yes Daddy, I understand," I responded.

Mike finished shaving, then tugged on my leash and led me back to his room. I watched him put on his work uniform, which consisted of a black shirt, black cargo vest, beige cargo pants, and black army boots. He filled out perfectly, my eyes taking in every inch of him. I settled my gaze on his boots, the shiny leather crinkling as his weight shifted. He took notice of my fixed stare.

"Go ahead puppy, give 'em a taste," he laughed.

Slowly, I leaned forward and touched my tongue to the top of his left boot. The taste was fairly pleasant, earthy and strong. I could feel the warmth of his foot underneath as I started making out with his boot. After indulging me for a minute or so turned and offered the other. My mouth dove automatically and devoured his other boot, giving it the same treatment. Eventually he shook me off, patted my head and handed me the clothes I had worn to the sex shop the day earlier. I dressed quickly while he watched. The cage imprisoning my dick created an obscene bulge in the front of the small running shorts. He led me through the house to the side door. Mike unhooked the leash from my collar, which he also removed along with the cuffs on my ankles, and pushed me out the door. He threw me my keys and told me to get going.

The drive back to my house took about fifteen minutes, and was thankfully uneventful. When I got inside I took a deep breath, still in disbelief about what had transpired. I moved around robotically, my thoughts consumed with Mike and Howard. I made a sandwich for lunch and then set about packing everything Mike instructed me. I chose simple outfits that would pass in public: athletic shorts and plain white tees. I decided against underwear, figuring the jock would continue to be worn at all times. My toy selection was practically non existent, containing only a single dildo that was too large and nipple clamps I used when I jerked off. I cleaned the dildo and then placed it into a plastic baggy before shoving it into my backpack along with the clamps. Before heading out I double checked my meager offerings and, deciding there was nothing more I could do, hopped into my car and drove back to Mike's house.

I parked in my usual spot in front, grabbed my backpack and made my way to his garage. The door had an electronic deadbolt, which slid open after punching in the code (I had to use my phone to reference his number). I stepped inside and shut the door. There was small workbench in the corner with his house key on top next to a note, which told me how to bolt the garage door once I had done as asked. I stripped off, leaving my jock, picked up his key and walked outside. I bolted the door and started walking the short distance to his side door. It felt strange being naked outside during the day, but his property was surrounded by a generous privacy fence which mostly obscured it from view. I let myself in, placed the key on the hook by the door and dropped to all fours. I made my way back to his room and approached my cage. There was a surprise waiting for me inside. Mike had placed a pair of his used boxers in the middle of the doggy bed. Crawling inside, I quickly curled up and covered my mouth and nose with his gift. His smell filled my mind, strong and earthy. I pulled the blanket over my naked form and settled in with my prize, determined to memorize his scent by the time he returned.

I spent the afternoon in quiet contemplation, Mike's underwear never leaving my face. His scent was addicting, rewiring my mind to crave it. I dozed off a couple of times, never out for more than a few minutes total. There were several periods of boredom, during which I let my mind wander to the things I was hoping were still in store for me. Eventually I heard a car door slam outside. I quickly shoved my way out of the cage and scrambled to the side door as fast as I could. The door opened just as I took up my position next to it, my eyes cast toward the floor.

"Good boy," Howard's voice floated down to me.

He moved to stand in front of me, shoving his denim covered crotch in my face. I lifted my head and started to mouth his cock through his jeans, wanting to show him how happy I was to see him. He let me continue my attentions for a bit before he pulled my head back with a fistful of my hair. He told me to open, which I did, then spit directly into my mouth. I kept his target open in case he wanted to continue, looking him in the eyes. A low chuckle escaped his throat before feeding me twice more, telling me to swallow afterwards.

"Thank you Sir. Welcome home," I said, our eyes still locked.

"You are welcome faggot. I could get used to coming home to this," he patted my cheek with his other hand then released his grip.

He reached over me, retrieved my collar, and then placed it back around my neck buckling it in place. The leash followed before he pulled me along through the house to the living room. Stopping in front of his recliner, he kicked off his work boots before sitting down.

"All fours faggot. My feet are tired," he said tugging at the leash.

I quickly moved into position in front of him, feeling his feet come to rest on the small of my back just above my ass. The television hummed to life, with him browsing through channels as he made me his footstool. After a couple of minutes, I shifted my weight to take some pressure off of my knees. Howard brought his heel down onto my back, hard, causing me to cry out.

"Shut up. Do footstools move, faggot? Sit fucking still or I will tan your ass and lock you back up until your Daddy comes home," he warned.

I froze in place, not wanting to disappoint him again. Several more minutes passed by. My arms and legs began to tremor with effort. More minutes passed, my muscles in spasm as I held the difficult position. My caged dick was leaking into the pouch of my jock, exposing how much I was enjoying his abuse. Finally, he brought his feet down to the floor.

"On your back piggy, facing me," he barked.

My body slumped to the floor in exhaustion. A sheen of sweat had formed across my body, the muscles in my arms and legs cramped and in pain. I shuffled into place after a swift kick to my ribs. He placed the heels of his feet directly onto my eyes, blocking my vision, and told me to lick. My tongue darted out and found the soles of his warm feet. I began to make long strokes with my tongue, encircling as much as I could reach and tasting his long day at work with each swipe. He sighed, content, as I continued to pamper him with my mouth. Periodically he would drag his foot across my tongue from heel to toe, finishing by offering his big toe to me to suckle on. From my position on the floor, I felt the vibration as the side door opened and closed, announcing Mike's return home. Mike walked into the living room, saw my predicament, and began laughing.

"Nice. How is he doing Dad?" he asked jovially.

"Fucking great son. Took him a minute to get used to it but he is one talented little faggot," Howard responded.

"Good. Let him up a second. Got something he needs to take care of," Mike said.

His dad removed his feet from my face and yanked me to my knees by my hair. I was met with the sight of Mike fishing his magnificent piece from the zipper of his uniform pants.

"Wrap your lips around my cock, you know what to do," he commanded.

I gently placed the head into my mouth and held it there, careful not to do anything that would get him hard. A few seconds later I felt him relax and his stream started. He did not hold back. I swallowed diligently, making sure not to let any of his piss escape onto his carpet. The taste was strong, but clean. He had clearly been hydrating throughout the day, because he lasted quite a while. By the time he was finished, I had piss burps and my belly was slightly distended from having taken on so much fluid so quickly.

"Fuck son, that was hot. I think it's my turn," his dad said.

Howard stood up next to Mike, undid his jeans and moved my head to his cock. I repeated the process with his meaty prick, swallowing everything he had to give me. When finished he flopped back into his recliner, not even bothering to put his cock away. Mike chuckled heartily and ruffled my hair.

"Damn puppy, you took that like a champ. Good job." I beamed up at him. "Let's go boy, got a surprise for you," he said, picking up my leash.

I fell into step behind him as he led me to the kitchen by my leash. As I rounded the corner I saw what he had brought me. On the floor next to the island were two ceramic dog bowls. One pictured a dog bone and the other had 'GOOD BOY' in a goofy font emblazoned across it. The bowl with the bone was filled with water. Mike stood next to them looking down at me expectantly. I moved over to him, kissed the tops of his feet and then gently lowered my head to drink. The tag on my collar jangled and then became submerged, giving the water a metallic taste. Mike quickly positioned me so that my tag stayed dry, explaining that I should drink like this to avoid trailing water everywhere. He let me drink for several seconds before cutting me off.

"Alright puppy, that's enough. We don't want your belly to get too full. Follow me, it's time to get you secured for a few hours," he said as he tugged my leash.

He led me to my cage and told me to get in. He attached cuffs to my ankles and wrists, then positioned me on my knees in the middle of the doggy bed. My appendages were secured to the sides of the cage with carabiners, locking me in place on all fours. He placed the hood back over my head and zipped it up, blinding me. Next he brought a firm rubber gag to my lips, forcing it into my mouth. It was in the shape of a small plug and filled my mouth completely, forcing it open. Headphones were then placed over my ears, which blocked out any outside noise. I felt some rummaging around and felt the cage door close. A steady thrum began playing in the headphones, varying in volume as Mike adjusted it. Once he was happy with it, he pulled one side back and spoke to me.

"You will be here for a while faggot, so feel free to adjust and get comfortable. I made this during my downtime at work, so you have the honor of being my guinea pig. Say thank you," he said sweetly.

"Thank you Daddy," I attempted around the gag, a jumble of sounds and drool coming out instead.

"You're welcome faggot," he chuckled at me. "I can't wait to see what effect this has on your queer little brain. Don't go anywhere, yea? Enjoy yourself," he said playfully before letting the earphone settle back into place.

I couldn't hear much other than the gentle thrum in the headphones. It went on for another minute or so before it started to change. Moans and grunts began to creep into my ears alongside it, varying in intensity. As they became louder, I noticed they belonged to men. Men getting fucked, choking, begging for more cock. Various names I had been called over the past few days rang out suddenly. 'Faggot. Homo. Whore. Cunt.' They repeated over and over, filling my brain with the sounds of sex. My dick responded by trying to harden, only to be rebuffed by the little pink cage keeping it contained. Drool escaped around the gag, pooling on the doggy bed underneath. I realized I was trapped, and gently lay my forehead down as I succumbed to the programming Mike had created for me.