Sohan huddled in the dim glow of the bedroom, the cold metal bars of the cage pressing against his bare skin like a constant reminder of his place. The short chain rattled softly with every shallow breath he took, its links taut between the ring at his collar and the unyielding bedpost. He couldn't stretch out fully, couldn't even turn without feeling the pull, a deliberate tether that kept him small, contained, owned. The plug nestled deep in his ass throbbed with a dull ache, a fullness that mirrored the cage locked around his cock—denied, straining, but utterly powerless. Ansh's words echoed in his mind: No touching. Dream of serving me. And oh, how he did dream, even as the darkness wrapped around him like Ansh's commanding gaze.
This was his new face of life, the pet existence that had unfurled before him like a collar snapping shut. No longer just Sohan, the man with fleeting freedoms and forgotten desires; now he was Ansh's devoted animal, collared and caged, existing for the sole purpose of obedience and pleasure. The thought sent a shiver through him, not of fear, but of a profound surrender that made his caged dick twitch futilely against its confines. Control—it seeped into every pore, every denied urge. Ansh didn't just restrain his body; he reshaped his very thoughts, turning restless nights into lessons in patience, in yearning.
As the minutes stretched into hours, Sohan's mind wandered through the haze of anticipation. He imagined tomorrow's training, the rituals that would deepen this bond. Ansh would wake first, of course, his strong hand unlocking the cage door with a click that would make Sohan's heart race. 'Good boy,' Ansh might murmur, voice rough from sleep, as he clipped a leash to the collar and led Sohan out on all fours. The bedroom floor would feel rough under his knees, a humiliating crawl that reinforced his role—pet, not person. Ansh would guide him to the bathroom, supervising every need, every wipe, every moment of vulnerability, his presence a towering force that demanded total submission.
Sohan shifted slightly, the chain clinking like a whisper of warning. He pictured Ansh feeding him breakfast from a bowl on the floor—simple kibble mixed with scraps from Ansh's plate, his own hands bound behind his back to prevent any illusion of independence. 'Eat like the pet you are,' Ansh would command, watching with those piercing eyes as Sohan lapped it up, tongue working desperately, cheeks burning with the thrill of degradation. The plug would shift with each movement, a constant intrusion that kept him aware of his body's betrayal, his hole clenching around it in silent plea for more.
But it was the control that burned brightest in Sohan's core, expanding like the ache in his denied cock. Ansh's rules weren't arbitrary; they were the scaffolding of this new life, each one layering deeper submission. No speaking without permission—Sohan would learn to communicate with whines and nuzzles, pressing his face against Ansh's thigh for attention. No eye contact unless earned, forcing him to keep his gaze lowered, focused on the bulge in those Calvin Klein briefs that haunted his dreams. And the touches—god, the touches would be rationed, teasing brushes of Ansh's fingers over his skin, promises of release that never came until Sohan begged properly, voice breaking into desperate mewls.
In the quiet, Sohan felt the weight of it all settle like a warm blanket over his submission. This pet life wasn't just chains and cages; it was the slow unraveling of his will, replaced by an intoxicating dependence. He craved the structure, the way Ansh's dominance filled the voids he'd never known were there. Tomorrow, perhaps Ansh would train him to fetch, to roll over on command, rewarding obedience with a rough pet of his head or the press of his boot against Sohan's chest. Or maybe he'd edge him for hours, unlocking the cage just long enough to stroke Sohan's leaking cock with firm, unyielding grips, stopping at the brink to relock it, laughing at the frustrated whimpers.
The anticipation coiled tighter, a heat that spread from his plugged ass to his chest, making his breaths come in soft pants. Ansh slept soundly mere feet away, his form a shadowed outline under the covers, the faint outline of his semi-hard cock still visible in memory from those stretched briefs. Sohan longed to crawl to him, to nuzzle against that fabric, to taste the salt of his skin through it—but the chain held him fast, enforcing the denial that made every fantasy sharper, more vivid.
Hours blurred as Sohan drifted in and out of restless dozes, his mind a whirlwind of submission. He envisioned evenings of service: Ansh lounging on the bed, briefs tugged down just enough to free his thick cock, commanding Sohan to kneel and worship it with his mouth. No rushing—slow licks along the shaft, tongue swirling around the head, taking it deep until his throat convulsed around the intrusion. Ansh's hand in his hair, guiding, controlling the pace, pulling out to slap the wet length against Sohan's cheek as punishment for any eagerness. 'Patience, pet. You take what I give.' And Sohan would, swallowing every drop when allowed, the taste of cum a rare reward that sealed his devotion.
Deeper still, the control expanded into the intimate corners of his being. Ansh would inspect him daily, fingers probing the plug, twisting it to ensure it stayed seated, commenting on how tight and ready his hole remained. 'This ass is mine,' he'd growl, adding a slap that echoed through the room, the sting blooming into heat that made Sohan arch and whine. Training might include holding positions—ass up, face down—for Ansh's amusement, the chain extended just enough to allow it but not escape. Or learning to present himself, spreading his cheeks to display the plugged entrance, begging for Ansh's cock to replace it, to fuck him raw and claim him fully.
As dawn's first light crept through the curtains, Sohan felt the transformation solidify. This pet life was his now, a realm where control wasn't chains but the invisible threads of Ansh's will weaving through his soul. The anticipation for the day's lessons pulsed like a heartbeat, his body thrumming with need. He was ready—collared, caged, and utterly his master's. When Ansh stirred, rolling over with a satisfied sigh, Sohan held his breath, waiting for the command that would pull him deeper into this exquisite surrender.
Ansh's eyes fluttered open, the morning light filtering through the curtains casting a soft glow over his muscular frame. He stretched languidly under the sheets, the fabric sliding down to reveal the outline of his morning wood pressing against the thin Calvin Klein briefs. With a low chuckle, he propped himself up on one elbow, gaze locking onto Sohan at the foot of the bed. The chain clinked as Sohan shifted, his body tense with that pulsing need, every nerve alive in the cage and around the plug buried in his ass.
'Good morning, pup,' Ansh said, his voice husky from sleep, laced with that authoritative edge that made Sohan's caged cock strain harder. 'Don't you have college today? No underwear, remember. We will meet in the evening. Have a surprise for you.'
Sohan nodded quickly, his throat tight, words caught behind the rule of silence unless spoken to. He lowered his eyes, staring at the floor, but his mind raced. College—normal life clashing with this hidden submission. The thought of navigating lectures and hallways with no underwear, the cage rubbing against his jeans, the plug shifting with every step, sent a fresh wave of heat through him. Ansh's control extended beyond these walls, invisible but ironclad, marking him as pet even in the outside world.
Ansh swung his legs over the bed's edge, standing tall, his briefs tented obviously. He unlocked the chain from the bedpost with a deliberate click, then attached a longer leash to the collar's ring, giving it a tug to pull Sohan forward on all fours. 'Up, boy. Time to get you ready for your day.' Sohan crawled after him into the bathroom, knees scraping the tile, the plug pressing deeper with each movement, making his hole clench involuntarily.
In the bathroom, Ansh supervised the morning routine with clinical precision. He unclipped the leash but kept Sohan on his knees while he pissed into the toilet, the stream hitting the water loud and unapologetic. 'Your turn,' Ansh commanded, pointing to the bowl on the floor that Sohan had to straddle, legs spread, cage dangling between his thighs. Sohan relieved himself awkwardly, the metal bars cool against his skin, humiliation burning as Ansh watched without a hint of mercy. No privacy, no dignity—just service and exposure.
Next came the cleaning. Ansh filled a basin with warm water and soaped a cloth, kneeling to wipe down Sohan's body himself. He started at the chest, rough circles over nipples that hardened under the touch, then down to the caged cock, fingers tracing the bars, tugging lightly to make Sohan gasp. 'Still leaking from last night? Pathetic.' The plug got special attention—Ansh gripped the base, twisting it slowly, in and out a few inches, coating it fresh with lube before shoving it back in fully. Sohan's ass gripped it tight, a whimper escaping as Ansh slapped his cheek hard. 'Hold it all day. Think of me every time it moves.'
Dressing was a ritual of control. Ansh selected Sohan's clothes from the drawer—tight jeans that hugged his ass, outlining the plug's bulge if he wasn't careful, and a simple t-shirt. No underwear, as ordered; the cage would press directly against the denim, every shift a reminder. Sohan stood still as Ansh dressed him, hands lingering on his hips, thumb brushing the waistband. 'You'll feel me with you all day, pup. No relief, no touching. Behave, and the surprise tonight will be worth it.' A final tug on the collar, then Ansh clipped on a plain leather band to hide it under the shirt—subtle, but always there.
Ansh walked him to the door, leash in hand until the last moment, then unclipped it with a pat on the head. 'Go learn your lessons. I'll pick you up at six. Don't be late.' Sohan stepped out into the crisp morning air, the door clicking shut behind him, heart pounding as he headed to the bus stop. The walk was torture; each step made the plug grind inside, the cage bounce against his balls, denim chafing sensitive skin. He adjusted his backpack to hide any awkward gait, but the fullness in his ass kept him hyper-aware, arousal simmering low and denied.
College blurred into a haze of restraint. In the lecture hall, Sohan sat rigid in the back row, thighs clenched to minimize the plug's movement, but lectures on economics droned on while his mind fixated on Ansh. The cage trapped his growing erection, pre-cum slicking the bars, soaking into his jeans. He crossed his legs during group discussions, biting his lip to stifle a groan when shifting seats jostled the intrusion. Classmates chatted obliviously, but Sohan felt marked, owned—Ansh's pet playing human for a few hours.
Lunch was worse. In the crowded cafeteria, he ate standing at a high table, unable to sit comfortably without pressing the plug deeper. The vibration from nearby chatter seemed to echo in his hole, and he imagined Ansh's voice commanding him to hold still. A brush of his hand against his crotch—accidental—sent a jolt, but he pulled away, remembering no touching. Sweat beaded on his forehead, the collar's hidden band itching like a brand. Texts from Ansh buzzed his phone: How's my pup holding up? Ass full? Sohan typed back quickly, fingers trembling: Yes, Master. Thinking of you. The reply: Good boy. Evening soon.
Afternoon classes dragged, every clock tick building the thrum in his core. By the time the final bell rang, Sohan's body ached with pent-up need, cock throbbing uselessly in its prison, ass clenching around the plug like a fist. He lingered outside the gates, scanning for Ansh's car, pulse racing at the promise of the surprise. When the sleek black sedan pulled up, Ansh leaned over from the driver's seat, window down, smirking. 'In, pup. Time to go home.'
Sohan slid into the passenger seat, the leather cool against his overheated skin, plug shifting as he buckled up. Ansh's hand immediately went to his thigh, squeezing possessively, inching up to palm the caged bulge through the jeans. 'Hard all day? Bet that hole's begging.' Sohan nodded, whispering, 'Yes, Master,' voice hoarse. Ansh chuckled, starting the engine. 'You'll get your reward. But first, the surprise.'
The drive home was charged, Ansh's free hand occasionally dipping to tweak a nipple through the shirt or trace the plug's outline, making Sohan squirm. They arrived, and Ansh led him inside by the collar, reattaching the leash once the door shut. 'Strip,' he ordered, watching as Sohan peeled off the clothes, cage and plug exposed in the living room light. Ansh circled him, inspecting. 'Good. Held it well.' Then, with a grin, he pulled a box from behind the couch—sleek, black, tied with a ribbon.
'Your surprise, pup.' Ansh opened it, revealing a new harness: thick leather straps designed to crisscross Sohan's torso, with rings for attachments, and a matching tail plug—longer, thicker, with a fluffy black tail swaying from the base. 'Tonight's training: full pet mode. You'll wear this while I fuck that plugged ass open wider.' He lubed the new plug generously, bending Sohan over the couch arm, spreading his cheeks. The old plug popped out with a wet sound, hole winking empty for a moment before Ansh pressed the tail one in, inch by stretching inch, until the base seated flush, tail brushing Sohan's thighs.
Sohan moaned, the girth filling him more completely, tail swishing as Ansh tugged it. 'Crawl for me now. Show off your new tail.' On all fours, Sohan obeyed, ass high, the harness buckled tight around his chest and waist, cage swinging below. Ansh followed with the leash, leading him around the room, occasionally yanking to make the tail plug shift, drawing gasps. 'Beg for my cock, pup. Earn the fuck you've been clenching for all day.'
'Please, Master,' Sohan whined, voice breaking, 'fuck your pet's ass. Fill me.' Ansh stripped his briefs, thick cock springing free, hard and veined. He positioned behind Sohan, gripping the tail base to hold it steady, then thrust in alongside it—double penetration stretching Sohan's hole impossibly, the burn turning to ecstasy as Ansh pounded deep. 'Take it all, boy. This is your life now—plugged, fucked, mine.' Sohan's cries filled the room, body rocking, cage leaking onto the floor as waves of submission crashed over him, the surprise sealing his surrender deeper than any chain.
Ansh's hips slammed forward with brutal force, his thick cock forcing its way deeper into Sohan's already stretched hole, the tail plug wedged tight beside it. The double stretch burned like fire, Sohan's ass clenching desperately around the intrusions, but Ansh didn't slow. He gripped Sohan's hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into flesh as he yanked the pet back onto each punishing thrust. 'Fuck, your hole's gripping like a vice, pup. You love being split open, don't you?' Ansh growled, voice rough and commanding, sweat dripping from his brow onto Sohan's back.
Sohan gasped, face pressed into the couch cushions, drool pooling from his open mouth as the relentless pounding rocked his body. The cage slapped against his thighs with every impact, his denied cock leaking pre-cum in steady drips onto the floor, forming a slick puddle. 'Yes, Master—ahh!—love it,' he choked out, voice muffled and broken, the words tumbling free in a haze of pain and pleasure. The tail swished wildly with the motion, brushing Ansh's legs, a humiliating reminder of his pet status.
Ansh laughed darkly, one hand fisting into Sohan's hair, yanking his head back to arch his spine. 'Louder, bitch. Beg for more. Tell me how much you need this cock wrecking your ass.' He pulled out almost fully, the head of his dick catching on the rim, then rammed back in savagely, the tail plug shifting to grind against Sohan's prostate. Sohan's vision blurred, a sharp cry tearing from his throat as sparks exploded behind his eyes.
'Please, Master! Wreck me—fuck my ass harder! I'm your hole to use!' Sohan begged, tears streaming down his cheeks, body trembling under the assault. The harness straps bit into his skin, holding him secure as Ansh used him like a fucktoy, no mercy in the rhythm. Ansh's free hand came down in sharp slaps on Sohan's ass cheeks, alternating sides, turning the skin red and stinging. Each smack jolted the plug deeper, making Sohan whine pathetically, his hole fluttering around the dual invasion.
'That's right, take the spanking you deserve,' Ansh snarled, delivering a particularly hard slap that echoed in the room. 'You've been teasing me all day with that plugged ass, walking around like you own it. It's mine to ruin.' He sped up, thrusts turning erratic and deeper, balls slapping against the tail base with wet smacks. Sohan's knees scraped the carpet, burning from the friction, but he pushed back instinctively, craving the destruction, the complete ownership.
Ansh twisted the tail plug suddenly, rotating it inside while his cock pistoned in and out, the added pressure making Sohan's insides quiver. 'Feel that? Stretching you wider for me. Gonna keep you plugged like this every night, train this hole to take two cocks at once.' Sohan's response was a guttural moan, his body betraying him with involuntary spasms, the cage tightening painfully around his throbbing erection. He was close—too close—edging on the brink without permission, the denial twisting into agony.
'Don't you dare cum, pup,' Ansh warned, sensing the tension, slowing just enough to torment. He pulled out completely, leaving Sohan's hole gaping and empty around the plug, twitching obscenely. Sohan whimpered in protest, ass clenching futilely, but Ansh flipped him onto his back roughly, pinning his shoulders down. The tail plug pressed against the couch now, forcing it even deeper as Ansh straddled his chest, shoving his slick cock toward Sohan's face. 'Clean it. Taste your ass on me.'
Sohan opened wide, tongue darting out to lick the shaft clean, sucking the head into his mouth with desperate hunger. Ansh thrust shallowly into his throat, gagging him, saliva dripping down Sohan's chin as he choked and slurped. 'Good pet—suck like you mean it.' Ansh face-fucked him harder, holding his head still, until he was satisfied, then shifted down, yanking Sohan's legs over his shoulders. He slammed back into the stretched hole, the angle hitting deeper, the tail plug bulging visibly under the skin.
The pounding resumed, fiercer now, Ansh's weight crushing Sohan into the cushions. 'Gonna fill this ass with my cum. Mark you inside out.' Sohan's hands clawed at the carpet, nails digging in, as waves of overwhelming sensation crashed through him—burn, stretch, fullness. He babbled incoherently, 'Master—please—use me—' until Ansh's rhythm faltered, a roar building in his chest.
With a final, brutal thrust, Ansh buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as hot cum flooded Sohan's ass, mixing with the lube and overflowing around the plug. The sensation tipped Sohan over, but the cage held firm, denying release, leaving him shuddering in frustrated ecstasy. Ansh collapsed forward briefly, then pulled out, cum leaking from the abused hole. He twisted the tail plug to seal it in, patting Sohan's thigh possessively. 'Hold my load all night, pup. That's your dinner.'
Sohan lay there panting, body wrecked and humming, the aftershocks rippling through his core. Ansh stood, wiping his cock on Sohan's thigh before tugging the leash.Training's just starting.' The pet obeyed, ass leaking and tail swaying, ready for whatever rough lesson came next, his submission etched deeper into every aching muscle.
The cool evening air, thin and sharp, prickled my skin as I lay splayed across the worn rug. My breath hitched, a ragged sound tearing from my throat, each inhale a shallow gasp against the residual hum vibrating through my core. My muscles screamed, a symphony of protest, yet a strange, almost pleasurable ache thrummed beneath the surface, a testament to the raw, visceral experience that had just consumed me. My ass, a gaping maw, leaked a sticky testament to Ansh’s recent invasion, the slick warmth a constant reminder.
Ansh stood over me, his silhouette a stark, imposing figure against the dim light filtering from the hallway. He moved with an unhurried grace, his hand casually reaching down, fingers wrapping around his thick, still-glistening cock. He dragged it across my inner thigh, the rough skin of his shaft a fleeting, abrasive caress against my sensitive flesh. I flinched, a shiver tracing my spine, but didn't move, couldn't move. My gaze, unfocused and heavy-lidded, tracked the movement, a hypnotized drone.
“Training’s just starting,” Ansh's voice, a low rumble, vibrated through the quiet room, each word a command, a promise. He tugged gently on the leather leash secured around my neck, the slight pressure a familiar weight.
A whimper escaped me, an involuntary sound. My tail, an extension of my shame and burgeoning desire, swayed weakly from between my buttocks, brushing against the rug. My ass continued to weep, a slow, steady seep, each drop a confirmation of my degradation, my complete surrender. Submission, a heavy cloak, settled deeper, weaving itself into every aching muscle, every nerve ending.
“Tomorrow is Saturday,” he continued, his tone devoid of inflection, yet laden with unspoken implications. “We have another week until our parents come back.”
My mind, still reeling, struggled to process the words, the implications. A week. Seven days. An eternity.
“And tomorrow, we’ll try some new things,” he added, a hint of something dark and thrilling lacing his voice. “Tomorrow, my pup.”
He paused, letting the words hang in the air, a silent threat, a tantalizing promise. My breath caught, anticipation coiling in my gut, hot and heavy.
“Now, come up to your master,” he commanded, his voice dropping to a near whisper, yet carrying the weight of an unyielding decree.
The words, like an electric current, jolted through me. My body, despite its protests, responded. I pushed myself up, a clumsy, uncoordinated movement, my limbs trembling. My knees scraped against the rug as I crawled towards him, a desperate, eager animal seeking its master’s touch. My eyes, still glazed with residual pleasure and burgeoning fear, fixed on his crotch, a primal magnet. The scent of him, musk and sex and something uniquely Ansh, filled my nostrils, intoxicating and overwhelming. I reached him, my head bowing low, my cheek pressing against his denim-clad thigh. I felt the warmth of him, the hard ridge of his cock, still slightly engorged, pressing against the fabric.
"Good boy," Ansh's hand, heavy and warm, settled on the back of my head, his fingers threading through my sweat-dampened hair. He pulled gently, guiding my face closer to his crotch. The denim, rough against my cheek, smelled faintly of his cum, a subtle, yet potent aroma. My tongue, almost involuntarily, flickered out, tasting the salty, musky scent.
"My pup knows what he wants, doesn't he?" His voice, a low purr, vibrated through my skull. "Such a good, obedient pup."
He released my hair, his hand moving to my chin, tilting my head up. His eyes, dark and unreadable, bore into mine. A shiver, not of cold, but of something far more potent, coursed through me. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum.
"Look at me, Sohan," he instructed, his thumb brushing over my lower lip, a feather-light touch that sent sparks through my veins. "Look at your master."
I obeyed, my gaze locking with his. There was no judgment, no pity, only a predatory gleam, a possessive intensity that both terrified and thrilled me. The air crackled between us, thick with unspoken desires and raw power.
"You're mine, aren't you?" he stated, not a question, but a declaration. "Completely mine."
A choked sound, half-whimper, half-affirmation, escaped my throat. I couldn't speak, my voice caught somewhere deep inside me, trapped by the intensity of the moment.
"Good," he murmured, a slow, cruel smile spreading across his lips. "That's what I like to hear."
His hand slipped from my chin, moving lower, his fingers tracing the outline of my jaw, then down my neck, pausing at the collar of the leash. He gave it another gentle tug, a reminder of my place.
"Get up," he commanded, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. "Let's get you cleaned up. We have a long night ahead, and an even longer day tomorrow."
My muscles protested, a dull ache radiating from my ass to my thighs, but I pushed myself up, swaying slightly. My legs felt like jelly, my body still humming with the aftershocks of our encounter. Ansh watched me, his gaze unwavering, a silent assessment.
"Walk, pup," he ordered, and I stumbled forward, my steps clumsy, my body still not fully under my control. He turned, leading the way towards the bathroom, the leash a tangible link between us, a symbol of my absolute surrender. The cool tiles of the bathroom floor felt shocking against my bare feet, a stark contrast to the rough rug. Ansh moved to the shower, turning the faucet, and a rush of warm water filled the air, mingling with the lingering scent of sex. Steam began to fog the mirror, blurring my reflection into an indistinct shape.
"Strip," he commanded, his voice calm, yet carrying an undeniable authority. He didn't look at me directly, his gaze fixed on the rising steam.
My hands, still trembling, fumbled with the drawstring of my sweatpants. The fabric, sticky with sweat and cum, clung to my skin. I peeled them off, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. My boxers followed, revealing my still-swollen cock, a shameful testament to my body's constant arousal, even after such intense use. My ass, still weeping, felt exposed, vulnerable.
"Everything," he reiterated, his eyes finally flicking to me, a quick, assessing glance. "Don't leave anything to the imagination."
I hesitated for a fraction of a second, then reached for the leash, unbuckling it from my neck. The leather felt cold in my hands. I placed it on the counter, a silent act of obedience. My clothes lay in a pile on the floor, a discarded skin. The air, thick with steam, felt heavy, pressing down on me.
"Good," he said, and for the first time, a hint of approval touched his voice. He stepped into the shower, the water immediately beading on his skin, glistening on the dark hair of his chest. "Come here."
I stepped in after him, the warm spray a sudden shock against my skin. My nipples, still hard and sensitive, puckered further. The scent of soap and his body, mingled with the steam, filled my senses. He reached for a bar of soap, his fingers slicking it over his chest, then down his arms. The movements were deliberate, unhurried, almost ritualistic.
"Turn around," he instructed, his voice a low rumble.
I obeyed, my back to him, my ass still leaking, still sensitive. I felt his hands on my shoulders, strong and firm, as he began to lather the soap. The warm, slick suds spread across my skin, a gentle, yet thorough cleansing. His fingers worked their way down my back, tracing the curve of my spine, then over my buttocks, his touch surprisingly gentle, almost tender.
"Spread your cheeks," he ordered, his voice still calm, but with an underlying edge of command.
I complied, my ass clenching involuntarily, a mix of shame and anticipation. His fingers, now slick with soap, probed the entrance of my asshole, a slow, deliberate exploration. A gasp escaped me, a ragged sound.
"Relax," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "Just relax, pup."
He worked the soap into my ass, his fingers delving deeper, cleaning away the residue of our earlier encounter. The sensation was intimate, invasive, yet strangely comforting. My body, despite its initial resistance, began to loosen, to accept his ministrations. The water streamed down my body, washing away the soap, carrying away the evidence of my recent defilement.
