Joey’s story

Joey thought he was never going to wake up. Or was it really the fact he didn’t want to wake up, that he didn’t want to see what the future had in store for him. Either way, when he’s groggy eyes fluttered open...when they adjusted to the light...when the murky cobwebs in his mind finally faded, he realised he was in a brand new area, in a brand new room...with brand new possibilities...

Joey gasped when he was eventually able to take in his surroundings. He was in some sort of office. A general, mundane office space with a desk, a computer, everything you’d expect, even a generic potted plant, everything seemed perfectly normal...until it wasn’t...

Joey had awoken and found himself restrained on a dark leather office chair, he was now completely and fully naked, his clothes were nowhere in sight. He was stripped of all identity...he felt like just another target...just another unfortunate victim. His arms and legs were securely tied to the arms and legs of the chair, respectively. He’d been working with the organisation long enough to know that once you were tied with rope there was very little you could do about it. But he still struggled and squirmed, violently, just like every other boy before him.

W-why are they doing this?

Wh-what are they gonna do with me??

A-am I ever going to be able to leave???

So many thoughts circled through the petrified boy's mind...so many unknowns...so many nightmares...

Joey wanted to shout and scream. Lord knows he desperately wanted to. But he wouldn’t dare...the thought of Shade creeping up behind him, with that evil, twisted smile, made him shudder at the very thought. Instead he cried his heart out, sobbed, uncontrollably. Not just because of where he was and what awaited him. But because of all the bad he had done, all the lives he had taken, all the dreams he had crushed, it was all his fault.

Maybe I do deserve this.

Maybe I did have this coming.

He suddenly regretted everything he ever did. He hated himself for what he allowed himself to become. He thought himself weak. He thought himself scum. The boy could’ve spent an eternity crying and hating himself if it wasn’t for the light gentle touch of a warm hand, gently caressing Joey's shoulder...

"Your finally awake. Good. I was starting to get worried." Said the voice from behind, Joey could feel the newcomer's warm breath tingling down his spine. "I think it’s time for the two of us to have a long overdue chat, Joey..."

“W-who...who are you?’ Joey said, the sinking pit of fear in his stomach was more present than ever. A stupid question in hindsight. There was only one person it could possibly be.

“Ha...I’m certain you already know, boy” and he did. As soon as the man moved to face the front of Joey...as soon as Joey saw the tall, dark haired figure...as soon as he got to observe that tailored, privileged dark suit that was worn with pride and confidence. It was all but confirmed who the man standing before him, with the aura that bellows authority, was.

"B-b-boss???"

"Correct, boy. I know you don’t know me, but there’s one thing I need you to know, Joey...I know nearly everything there possibly is to know about you..."

That spooked Joey way more than he thought it should have. How does he know? How could this man possibly know anything about me?? It humiliated Joey to be so naked...so vulnerable in front of a man that claimed to have all the answers...a man that was studying his helpless body, looking him up and down, clearly impressed by Joey’s physique. Apart from when he gave a disapproving frown when he noticed Joey's body hair, especially his pubic hair...

"Don't believe me, boy? Well...let’s see...I know that you've been working with us for quite a while now. I know that your one of our recruiters, and from what I hear from trainer Shade: your doing a fine job. You should be proud of yourself, boy." Joey thought the man was full of shit...that he was just another Shade, that he was gonna tell him what he had heard countless times before. However, what the man said next completely threw Joey of balance...

"But....I also know that your not happy...that you hate what you do...you hate what we do...and you think we’re nothing more than sick perverted freaks..."

"…s-sir...n-no, no...i-i never...I-I would never...n-no..." suddenly Joey felt as if he was the bad guy...like he had wronged this immensely powerful man. In this moment, he never felt weaker.

"It’s ok, boy. No need to panic. I know I’ve always known. Ever since trainer Shade first informed me of your existence I’ve always known what you are...what you really are..." the man took another observation at the boy’s sweating, straining body, and frowned again at the boy's body hair, "...even if you don’t know yourself. Which is why I brought you here." The man went over to his desk, opened a desk drawer, pulled out a black small box and took what was inside-a small, metal cylinder device which vaguely resembled an incredibly small penis..."I think this will help you, pup."

Joey's body was drenched in sweat. His skin stuck to the chair. He cringed when he heard himself being referred to as 'pup' and although he had never seen the tiny metal cock cage that the man was holding with a firm, solid grip it still scared him. "P-p-pup...I-I-I’m n-no p-pup...p-ple-please...I-I-I’m n-no-not..."

"Why of course you are, boy" the man said as he gracefully knelt in between Joey's legs feeling the body hair on his legs...still frowning...still disapproving. "If not, then what are you..?" Joey didn’t answer. Was it because he was paralysed by fear? was it because he was too busy focusing on the metal cock cage, that was far too close to his defenceless manhood? or was it simply because part of him actually believed that the men might be right? "I believe Shade already clearly explained this to you: all boys are pups and all pups need to be trained..."

Joey didn’t have the words, didn’t have the courage, didn’t have the right frame of mind to form a response...he could only whimper...he could only plead as felt the cold, steel metal ring grip around his ball flesh...he could only cry as he felt the cylinder cage encase his dick and connect to the ring and he struggled helplessly once he heard the deafening click of his chastity cage, lock shut...

The dominating boss calmly rose to his feet, looked down at Joey’s crotch , and chuckled as he admired his handiwork..."see, pup, perfect fit. Told you this is where you belong. We’ve still got some work to do...but for now...I think this puppy deserves some rest in his very own cage."

Joey didn’t have the strength to say anything, to do anything. He felt lost. There was nothing he could do. He was way out of his league. He could feel his cock inside its new home, it’s new prison. It reminded him how he was no longer in control, no longer had a say...he was completely and utterly powerless...

"Cheer up, pup" the man who was facing the door, preparing to leave. "Your be thanking me for this, soon enough. And by then your have truly learned how pups like you show gratitude...don’t worry I doubt it’ll be long. Your be surprised how quickly it takes pups to adjust to their new lives...under the right circumstances..." then he left without looking back, leaving the poor exposed, vulnerable boy, in his office, to contemplate how he just lost everything...

However, Joey wasn’t left alone for long. Once he heard those hefty, leather footsteps creeping behind him along with that signature smirk. He knew full well who it was, who had come to further prolong his torment.

"Hey, boy. Nice cock cage, it suits you." Shade said in a mocking tone as he made his way up to the boy, tied to the office chair. "Look what I bought ya. Heh, I knew it wouldn’t be too much longer before I’d have to put ya in one of these..." Joey's eyes nearly popped out of their skull once he saw what Shade was carrying. He knew straight away what is was: an empty, unlocked dog cage taken specifically from the 'pup pen'. Only this time it wasn’t patiently waiting for its prey. It was hungry. No. It was starving. No. It craved fresh boy meat. More specifically it craved Joey...

Shade's arms were now planted on Joey’s, he was going purposely slow at undoing the ropes that secured Joey to the chair. "I suspect that you and the boss had a nice little chat just now...I suspect he told you a lot about yourself that you probably didn’t know...and I suspect, now, your gonna be a good, obedient little puppy and crawl into your cage, no questions asked..."

And Joey did exactly that. He didn’t have the power to do anything else...as soon as he got in his cage...as soon as he was locked in...he passed out from sheer exhaustion...his frazzled mind hasn’t yet begun to process that his new life has already begun...

Ten days. It truly is amazing what can happen in ten days. For Joey, ten days felt like ten lifetimes. Ten days of being locked in a small, uncomfortable cage, in the 'pup pen'

Ten days of his cock trapped in it’s tiny, minuscule prison, being denied at every possible turn, straining against its prison bars, aching for freedom, but doomed to be ignored.

Ten days of hearing the wet sloppy sounds of fellow pups in their cages being trained to show gratitude to the men they hated.

Ten days of being pointed and laughed at and being the butt of every humiliating, degrading joke.

And of course. Ten days of Joey using every available minute to think about how he deserves this, how he’s just as bad as Shade, how he had this coming, and how it’s all his fault.

Yep. Ten days can do a awful lot to a person...

Admittedly, during the second day Joey was allowed out of his kennel cage, and his cock cage was even unlocked. However, the idea of freedom, even the idea of dignity were very quickly shot down by none other than Shade and his loyal goons. The act itself almost felt instant. Shade pinned Joey to the ground, gave him a rough, gritty smiles as he’s one colleagues, one armed with the permanent shaving cream, the other, with a metal, glistening razor, both worked together to make his body as smooth as a baby...his body hair became a thing of the past. And once they were done, his chastity cage was sealed back around his cock, he was thrown back in his cage and his freedom remained nonexistent...

Shade and his goons mocked Joey every chance they got. Constantly snickering and laughing while they reminded him of his new-found status. Relishing in the fact that only a few days ago he was free, with a home to go back to, and now he was just like any other boy...any other pup. However, they didn’t just stop with words. Joey wasn’t the only pup in the pen, and the men made sure he knew it. He was forced to listen to wet, distinct, slurping sounds of their cocks being sucked. They'd exaggerate and prolong their moans, telling Joey that not only is it something he is unable to experience because of his restrictive cock cage, but how the art of cock sucking, the humiliating feeling of being made to swallow cum is something he’ll be made to do soon enough.

But the worst form of humiliation always came when Shade approached Joey's cage with his hard as steel, throbbing cock, twitching in full view, with a mixture of precum and drool leaking from its tip.

"God, how I’d love to jam my tool up that tight puppy pussy," he’d always say, "but fortunately for you, your off limits. Boss's order’s. Seems like he’s saving you all for himself."

Joey thought about that man-the boss almost every chance he got. The one man that saw right through him...the one man that understood. He said that Joey wasn’t cut out for the life of a recruiter. He said that he knew what Joey truly was, what he truly needed. But was this it? Was this what he needed? He didn’t know anymore. He always thought he was different from the boys he captured, but now he realised that wasn’t the case at all because, now, here he was; locked in a cage, shaved, in a chastity cage, and every time he thought about the boss, every time he heard those slurping sounds accompanied by those blissful pleasurable moans, every time he saw Shade's twitching cock meat in front of his cage, his cock strained like crazy inside its metal prison...

Would I like it?

Should I just give in?

What would it taste like?

What would it feel like?

Is this where I belong?

Those thoughts swam through Joey's confused and conflicted mind. He didn’t know what to think or how to feel. But when Shade looked down at the boy's cage and saw Joey at his wits end he only smiled...he knew the boy was ready...

On the tenth day, things went a little different. There was no taunting or slurping. In fact, the 'pup pen' was cleared out. No other pup, no other trainer, only Joey and his Cage remained.

Joey didn’t hear the footsteps. Still contemplating the same damm thoughts. But once he saw the black suit shoes standing in front of the bars. Once he heard the padlock unlock and the door swing open. Once he heard that confident, calm voice...he was at full attention...

"Why don’t you come on out, pup? The boss calmly stated "I believe you’ve had enough time to reflect on your future..."

And, now, the relationship of boss and employee was now permanently erased...

"Why don’t you come on out, pup? The boss calmly stated "I believe you’ve had enough time to reflect on your future..."

Although it wasn’t said as an order Joey instinctively took it as one. Crawling out of his cage as fast as humanly possible. Once he was out he didn’t even attempt to stand. After being locked up in a cage for so long standing felt out of place and pointless.

"God, boy, look at you...your perfect..." the man said, still in his high end tailored suit that screamed authority. Still eyeing up the boy, a subtle smile on his face as he crouched down and touched the smooth, hairless body, "it truly is amazing what 10 days can do."

Maybe a week ago, Joey would’ve reacted to the man groping his body, tweaking his nips, toying with his cock cage, or cupping his smooth balls, but not now. He didn’t flinch, he didn’t back off, nothing. Almost like he was grateful for the attention. He couldn’t even stop himself from letting out an involuntary moan as it dawned on him how undeniably horny he was...

"Such a horny little puppy, ain’t ya?" The man said as he withdrew and rose to his his feet, allowing the boy’s torment and denial to flourish just that little bit longer...."that’s all well and good, pup...but I wonder...did you ever consider how horny you made me feel?" The man now had the demeanour of a strict headmaster telling off his students. Joey cowered in the man's oppressive shadow. "No? What about trainer Shade, did you ever once consider how horny you made him feel? No, again?" The man, looked at Joey in shame and that drove him crazy...

"I-I-I’m sorry, sir...please, sir I-I’m sorry..." the shame just flowed out of Joey.

"That will all have to change if you are to become my pup. That is what you want, after all, isn’t it...?"

Just whimpers and incoherent whines escaped Joey's lips. Was this really what he wanted? Was this really where he belonged? He didn’t know what to say, what to do, because he knew the moment he spoke his life would permanently change. In that regard he was rather lucky...the choice was already made...

"Truthfully...it doesn’t really matter how you respond because I’ve known what you are for far too long and I’ve seen you try to delay the inevitable for far too long. You think that just because you’ve kidnapped a couple of boys you can hide from your fate? Heh...no, pup, I’m afraid thats not how it works. I know what you are. I know what you’ve always been. Which is why, pup, I’ve chosen to make you mine. You need me, you need guidance. You need to be owned. And own you, I will. You belong to me. Your mine. I am no longer your boss, and I am more than your sir. I am...your Master."

Joey could feel his mind crumbling before his very eyes. He bursted into tears, sobbing at the man's feet. He felt like nothing compared to him. He was inferior. He was was weak. He was pathetic. All he could do was cry...

"Say it, pup. I want you to say it. Tell me who I am." He demanded...

Joey felt like he was gonna have a heart attack. He was naked, powerless, and defenceless against this man...against this all powerful god. In the end, he couldn’t win. He only had one out. There was only one viable option: submit and surrender.

"M-M-Ma-Master...y-yo-your m-my M-Ma-Master...

Joey was still crying, still whimpering. At first, he didn’t even notice the gentle caressing hand wiping away his tears. When he eventually built up the courage to open his eyes and face his new Master. He didn’t see a sadistic pervert. Instead he saw a man-a Master-his Master, in a high end tailored suit, taking care of his property.

"That’s right, pup. That’s exactly right. You are my pup, and I am your Master. There’s no need to be scared...I promise I will look after you. There’s no need to feel guilty, anymore. There’s no need to even think, anymore. You are a pup, and pups don’t need to think. They only need to serve."

Joey looked directly into his Master's eyes, and for the first time in a very long time; he wasn’t scared or intimidated about his future, he didn’t feel the overwhelming guilt about his past actions. He actually felt, somewhat comforted. He felt grateful. He felt privileged.

"Y-yes, Master, thank you Master...

"Hehehe...good pup..." Master chuckled as turned his back to his pup. Then, without a moments hesitation he, with precession in every movement, began slowly undressing and removing his suit...one hand on his hairy, muscular abs the other on his steel-like member, and he smiled in upmost satisfaction when he noticed his pup's cock, straining and throbbing wildly inside its cage.

"...I think it’s high about time you show your Master how grateful you well and truly are..."

This was it. This was Joey’s moment. He’d had to do this. He was a pup, now. He had a Master, now, and it was his job to serve his Master to the best of his ability. That was his only job, now.

His Master approached him so slowly, so methodically, but for Joey, it felt like he was entering hyper speed...

His Master gripped his face so effortlessly, so naturally...and his lips swung open when he saw that hard throbbing cock, either it’s bulbous mushroom tip. He didn’t just want that cock. He needed it. He needed it more than he ever needed anything. Joey never felt more happy, more complete when he felt his Master's cock go back and forth, drilling his dick deeper and deeper into Joey's gurgling, slurping throat.

This should’ve been torture, this should’ve been humiliating beyond words for Joey. Yet somehow, against all odds, it wasn’t...he lost himself completely in sucking and slurping his Master's cock, in feeling the pubes brush up against his face, in feeling the big, weighty, manly, balls slap his chin. For a moment Joey forgot entirely how indescribably and frustratingly horny he was.

When Master was close, when it was getting harder and harder to contain himself he eventually pulled out, taking a moment to admire and appreciate the slobber and precum drooling out his pup's mouth, before going over to his discarded clothes, digging in the pocket and returned to face his slave, toying with the key to his freedom...but pup and Master that wasn’t just any ordinary key...

"Is my horny little puppy finally ready to surrender his seed???"

"Yes, Master! Please, Master!! Please, please, please!!!" Joey begged. His eyes were mesmerised by the dangling key.

And that was all that needed to be said.

Joey's frantic horniness overwhelmed him the instant his dick escaped its cage. No longer thinking clearly. No longer the person that he once was. He was hungry. He was in need. Especially what he felt his Master park up behind him. Especially when he felt the cock rub up and down his vulnerable crack...and as soon as he felt his Master's cock pop past his twitching anal ring...he moaned like a bitch in heat.

Everything from that point onward everything became a blur. He felt his. Master pound his prostate balls deep. He heard his Master taunt him as he

fucked him hard at full speed, ‘you slutty puppy!!' 'You NEED your Masters cock!!!" But most predominantly of all, I feel the burning, aching desire in his dick each time Master bangs against his prostate, He feels it throbbing...He feels it wagging....until both Master and pup let out an immense roar of unadulterated ecstasy...as a puddle of pup spunk shoots out like a rocket onto the floor...and an endless geyser of man-spunk erupted from Master's dick inside his pup, claiming what was his. Both Master and pup never experienced a more intimate, more intense orgasm...

Joey, was on the verge of passing out. He was practically out of it. All he remembers is; Master caressing his face, praising him for his performance, him slumping back on Master's cock, which was still buried in his cum drenched hole, and Master attaching a leather dog collar around his neck.

Thats when Joey properly knew he was owned...his old life, his old problems, his old worries were now and forever a thing of the past...he had his Master, now, and his only focus, his only goal, his only priority was to serve him. He was a pup. He always had been. But instead of hiding from it. He embraced it. And he couldn’t be happier.

Joey was right where he belonged.

The end