Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2012 11:40:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Lucas <noworriesusa@yahoo.com>
Subject: How I Became His Slut Part 2

This story is fictional and fantasy, although I would love it to be my
reality.  I got some great feedback from Part 1, so thank you to all.

Characters:
Jonathan/Pup: Me
Master: Lucas

Copyright 2012

I couldn't get him out of my mind.  Lucas that is.  It was Friday afternoon
and I was at work completely useless.  My mind couldn't stop thinking about
last night and what had happened last night.  I mean I just went online to
see about getting some cock.  Little did I know, that I would meet stud
like Lucas.  I mean we all have our fantasy guys, the one we jack off too,
but we never in a million years think we are going to get lucky enough to
see them in person, much less have them fuck our brains out.

I was counting the minutes until I was done with work.  My boss came in and
said he was leaving early.  Asked what I was working on.  It was just the
daily stuff, nothing important, routine mind numbing tasks.  He said, "Go
home, enjoy an early start to the weekend."  Now normally, I'd say no and
finish what I was doing.  Today, I was on my feet, keys in hand on my out
the door.  I was texting Lucas before I got to the car,

"I got done with work early, should I head over Sir?"

A few minutes passed, I was sitting in my car waiting staring at the phone
wishing it to beep with his text.  After about 10 excruciatingly painful
minutes, he responded, "No, I still need more time.  I thought you were off
at 6."

"Normally I am, but got done early Sir" I responded.

"Ok, be here at 5:30 then boy,, " he said.  It was already 5:15.  He lived
about 30 minutes from my house, but only 15 minutes from my office, so I
was lucky.

"Yes Sir, I'm only 15 minutes away Sir," I responded.

"I know," was his response.  How could he possibly know that?

"You may ring the bell when you arrive boy," he said.

I was driving as fast as I could.  It was rush hour and even though he was
pretty close, I still didn't want to be late.  The thought of seeing him
again was making my heart race and my hole quiver.  It still stung from
last night, and I loved every tingle.  Sure enough there was some traffic
so I was about 5 minutes late.  I pulled into the driveway, just as another
car was leaving.  A black town car.  His driveway was one of those big ones
that multiple cars could move on without hitting each other.  Basically a
small parking lot.  The same Mercedes from last night was there and in the
dusk of the sunset looked very pretty.  A deep green color, like none I've
ever seen.  I walked up and rang the bell.  Instinctively I put my hands
behind my back and looked down and the welcome mat.  It just said "WELCOME"
on in in the center and the top left corner had a piece missing, like a dog
had taken a bite out of it.  Clearly designed that way.  Lucas must have a
dog that I didn't see last night, but then of course I wasn't looking for
one.  I was the one howling last night.

The door opened, and I just stood there.

"Come in boy." he commanded.  I looked up and walked in as he shut the door
behind me.  He stood there as the evening sun light came in the window and
struck his body.  He was wearing gray sweatpants and a white tank top.  His
skin was a golden tan color and his blond hair was glistening in the
sunlight.

"Hello Sir, how are you?" I asked

"Well boy, how was your day?" he asked as we walked down the hall to what
appears to be the living room.

"Good Sir, thank you for asking" I responded.  What was I doing?  This was
unreal.  I can't believe we are making small talk like this.  I was so
nervous, I didn't know what else to say.

"Let me give you a small tour boy" he said.  I followed him around the
house.  He showed me the living room.  Very well furnished, a huge grand
piano near a big fireplace.  A wood burning one.  Most homes had gas ones,
but he paid the contractor who built his house some extra cash after the
final inspection and had it converted.  The house was beautiful.  Well
furnished, decorated tastefully.  The kitchen was huge, a big island in the
middle of it with dark granite counters, two stoves, 4 ovens and two sinks.
Definitely a dream kitchen if you host parties.  His study downstair was
tasteful and simple.  The living room overlooked a huge pool and spa with
crystal blue water in it.  high walls around the back yard so no one could
see in or over.  He never showed me the upstairs, the only room I saw was
his sex room from last night.

After the tour he asked me if i wanted a drink.  I agreed and he told me to
sit on the couch and he'd return.  He never asked what I wanted to drink.
I sat on the couch and looked around. A few photos on the piano, him and an
older woman and older man, I assumed parents, and some others with guys and
girls his own age, brothers, sisters, or friends perhaps.  He returned
carrying a beer and a silver bowl.  He set the bowl down on the floor near
the couch and then sat down next to me on the couch holding his beer.  He
leaned back and took a swig from the bottle.  I looked at him puzzled, and
looked down at the bowl with the yellow frothy liquid in it.

"I assume lite beer boy" he stated.

"Um...yes Sir." I replied.  And without even thinking I got down off the
couch on my hands and knees and started lapping up the cold beer like a
dog.

"Hahaha...I knew it!" He laughed...it startled me and I almost shot beer
out of my nose.  What was I doing, why did I crawl onto the floor like a
dog?

"I knew it...I fucking knew it.  Not only are you a slut, but you are also
a dog.  I knew I had you figured out.  Especially after last night.  WOW.
Can't fucking believe it.  That was the easiest find ever." he said.

"Sir?" I looked up puzzled.

"Get up here" he ordered.  And I complied, crawling back onto the couch
like a human.

"Last night when I read your profile, I knew there was something about you.
I could tell you have this inner slut dog.  You like getting fucked and
being a bottom, but I could tell you want more.  Last night I could feel
the energy coming from you.  How much you craved being used by me.
Originally you were just going to be a fuck, maybe more than once, but
probably just a one night fuck to use you and then toss you out."

I sat looking at him, remembering rule 1 from last night of not speaking.

"You can speak boy," he commanded.

"Last night was so intense for me Sir, I have never felt like that.  No one
has ever made me feel like that.  My ass still hurts but feels so good at
the same time.  Every time I squeeze down it tingles and i quiver."

"That's your inner slut dog, you've never let out before.  This is the
first time he's been out and now he's itching to get out again.  That's why
you knelt down without me telling you to lap up the beer boy."

He was right.  I did it without even thinking when I did it.  It came so
naturally.

"Enough of that boy," he started, "Tonight we are going to go over your
role."

"My role?" I asked.  To which is sat up, slammed his beer down on the table
and grabbed the back of my neck.  Pulling me forward

"Yes boy...and what did I tell you!?" he yelled

"Never speak unless told to Sir" I whimpered in fear.

He let go of my neck and grabbed by hand.  "Come with me," he ordered as he
pulled me with gentle force onto my feet and he lead me into his study.  It
was odd, one minute he scared the hell out of me and next he was gentle.
We walked into his study and he motioned to a chair at a small round table
across from his desk.  I sat down, he walked over picked up a file folder
full of papers on his desk.  He walked over sat down on the chair across
from mine at the table, opened the folder and started reading aloud.

"Jonathan Tucker, born in Connecticut, parents divorced, studied computer
science....."

He was reading my biography.  I sat stunned, listening to him repeat
forensic fact about my life.  I couldn't believe it.  What did I get into
here.  Part of me was scared, wanting to run, but another part of me wanted
to stay and felt warm inside.  I couldn't understand it.  I should be
running.  No one knows I'm here, he could try and kill me or something.

He finished reading and looked up at me.  "I have more, but I think you get
the point" he said.

"How....um...what..." I was muttering.

"Last night before I uncuffed you, I grabbed your wallet.  Pulled your ID
number and social security number off it and pulled some information on
you.  My family has some pretty good connections with the FBI, IRS, DOJ,
etc...you know.  I had them pull some stuff for me."

Still puzzled I looked up at him, "Why?" I all I could say.

"Because, like I said last night, you are mine now.  I wanted to check up
on you."

I just sat there shocked.  He stood up, walked out into the living room,
returned with his beer and the dog bowl.  He set the bowl down next to the
chair, "Here you may need that" he said.

He was right, I dove into that bowl and lapped every last drop of beer up.
And as I was lapping, I could here him laughing, but I didn't care.  I
looked up at him, sat back on my hind legs and wiped my mouth with the back
of my hand.  He gazed down at me holding the beer in his hand.  He was so
beautiful.  His hair was draped around his face, slightly covering his left
eye, you could see the veins in the muscle of his arms and his perfect skin
glowed.  I felt a wave of warmth fill me.  He set the beer down, knelt down
before me and looked into my eyes.  His green eyes sparkled, and he said
"That's why I did it, you feel it now too don't you pup?"

Pup...Pup...he just called me pup, something snapped...

"arf" I barked.

Suddenly I came back.  I had dazed out of reality for a moment.  Then I was
back.

"Stand up and sit in the chair pup" He ordered and I obeyed.

"I'm rich.  My family is rich.  My parents worked hard all their lives and
became very successful.  They sent me to college and shortly after I
graduated, they passed.  I have no brothers or sisters, but a few aunts,
uncles and cousins.  My parents money became mine.  I invested wisely,
loaned to a few businesses and I'm set for life.  Financially that is.  I
was content to work out, travel, hang out with friends, fuck whoever I
wanted when ever I wanted.  Then I ran into you.  And you fucked that all
up for me."

I looked up, scared again...what did he mean that I fucked it up for him?
What the hell did I do?

"See it goes like this," he continued, "You're going to be my pup boy.  I
will own you and take care of you, while you take care of me.  Together in
public we will be a normal gay couple, at home you will be my bitch.  Your
life will be mine.  I will never hurt you or harm you or put you safety in
jeopardy."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  72 hours ago I never knew he
existed and now it was the man of my dreams telling me I was his property.

"I know what I look like," he said, "and I know what you are thinking, that
I can get anyone I want, and you are correct, but I want you.  You are
attractive, smart, know what you are doing in life and I can treat you as
an equal and a bitch at the same time and you know how to handle it, don't
you?"

"Yes Sir" I replied.  Yes Sir?  What did I know how, I must because I
agreed to him.  But then again, 24 hours ago I was drinking his piss and I
never thought I'd do that.

"Good, then you will be mine.  Tomorrow, I'll have my real estate agent
contact you and we'll put your house up for sale.  Also he'll coordinate
the sale of your furniture, or you can store it, doesn't matter to me.  You
are welcome to move some of your stuff in here with you, but we don't need
it. Personal items, clothes, etc we will get moved in next weekend.  Any of
the money from the sale is yours to keep.  Keep your bank account in your
name, put what ever you want in there, but you won't need it.  You will
keep your job or get another that is less stressful for you, but money
isn't a concern anymore.  This doesn't mean a shopping spree Pup.  I'm not
a spoiled rich kid, no cocaine and hookers every night.  We will live well,
but not like celebrities."

Wait..what the hell, he is just taking over my life....really?  How did
this happen.

"Follow me" he said, as he walked out of the room and up the stairs.  I
followed him and we went down the hall to the room we were in last night.
Fully lit up the room looked much different.  The bed was still covered in
black sheets.  The candles were still there, but burnt out.  The walls were
all black and the wall of toys, leather, paddles, chains etc were still
there.  In the corner near the window, which had black leather curtains,
was a wood wardrobe closet I hadn't noticed last night.  "This is my main
play room, you remember it don't you?" he laughed

"Yes Sir" I responded.

"Follow" He commanded as we walked through the door on the far wall into
the a bathroom.  Huge bathroom with a huge bath tub with water jets, dual
sinks, and shower.  "This is the master bath, cleaning kits are always
ready in the shower" he pointed and there was a hose attached towards the
floor and 3 different sized nozzles next to it.  Similar to the one I had
at my soon to be former house.  "You will be clean at all times Pup,
understood?"

"Yes Sir"

"Good" He replied, "Your best efforts always, I'm realistic, but I expect
you not to be lazy about it"

"Thank you Sir," I responded, "I always try to be clean Sir."

"I know, you were clean when you got here last night and i didn't give you
a lot of time, I figured you were already 'fuck ready' when you agreed to
get here so fast...another indication of how big of a slut you are."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir." I replied.  He just laughed.

In here is the master bedroom, my room, he opened up the double doors into
a room that was probably the size of my entire house.  The king sized bed
was a 4-post bed, Covered pillows, there was a sofa, a chair, two dressers,
a fire place what had to be at least a 60 inch flat screen TV on the wall,
and a beautiful balcony that over looked the back yard and pool. The thing
that caught my eye, was the bed.  It was slightly higher than you would
expect most beds to be.  He pulled me over to it, and pulled back the
fabric surrounding the bottom of the bed.  I could see why the bed was
slightly higher.  The entire bed was the roof of what appeared to be a
kennel.

"I made this.  The entire underside of the bed is a kennel.  I never
thought I'd find a puppy suitable for it, but i think I have.  it's never
been used.  Would you like to see inside Pup?"

"Yes Sir," I nodded.

I was in amazement.  Did I just agree to go into a cage under his bed?  Yes
I did, and my cock twitched a little.  He opened the door near the foot of
the bed and I crawled in.  What was I thinking?  He could easily lock the
door and then I'd be trapped.  Much to my surprise, he followed me in.
There was about 4 feet cleared so you could crawl comfortably, but no way
you could stand.  In the corner was a big fluffy pillow, some blankets, two
silver dog bowls and a rawhide bone.  "This is where you will spend most
nights Pup."  We climbed out and stood next to the night stand.  On the
night stand was a small linked chain and a small pad lock, along with a
cb-6000 chastity lock and another pad lock.

"These are yours Pup" he pointed at the night stand, "The chain is your
collar, I had it made today.  It's titanium so it's light weight.  Should
easily be hidden under most clothes, particularly dress shirts.  You will
wear this at all times."  He picked up the chain, and I bowed my head, He
wrapped it around my neck.  It was a bit snug, but still had some give to
it.  He was correct, it was light, but I could definitely feel that I was
wearing it.  He snapped the lock in place and took the key and set it down
on the night stand.  "Now you are collared and mine."

Without evening thinking about it I barked, "Good boy" he said as he patted
my head.  "This is your chastity device Pup.  You no longer get to decide
when you cum.  Only I do.  And you will not be cumming from getting head,
as with this you probably never will, nor will you be masturbating.  The
only time you get to cum is if I say you can, or you get milked by getting
fucked.  You will be in this 24/7.  It's breathable so showering with it is
ok and you will be able to stay clean.  Your cock is cut, so it's hygienic.
If you do cum, you will either eat it or I will save it and freeze it for
later.  It all depends.  Drop your pants Pup."

I followed orders and he grabbed my cock.  It was still semi hard and when
he grabbed it it went instantly hard.

"I can't get this on with you hard Pup" He said.

"I know Sir, I can't help it Sir."  I replied.

"Well we can take care of that," He said.  He grabbed a glass from the
night stand which had water in it and shoved my cock in the glass.  The
water was ice cold.  I screamed and jumped back only to find his hand on
the small of my back pulling me forward.  He was much stronger than me and
I couldn't move.  Within a few seconds my hard on went down.  He grabbed
the cb-6000 shoved my shaft in it, grabbed my balls, yanked them down,
secured the ring around them and snapped the shaft into the locking pins
and within a minute I was locked up.  Still shaking from the shock of the
cold water.  he locked the cb-6000, took the key out, put it on a small key
ring along with the one for my collar.  Walked over to his dresser, opened
a small box and dropped the keys in and shut the lid.

"There, all done.  No go clean up, you have one hour to clean up and be
down stairs in the kitchen.  I'll have your clothes you will be wearing on
the bed when you get done."

"Yes Sir," I responded.

"Before you shower, come here on all 4's" He commanded.  I obeyed and
crawled over.  The chastity lock was still awkward on me.  I got to his
feet and looked up at my Master.  "Undress me Pup."  I reached up to the
waistband of his sweats and he stopped me.

"With your mouth Pup."

I stood up, and put my mouth the waistband of his sweats and maneuvered the
waistband into my mouth.  I slowly slid them down, with my cheek passing
his semi-hard cock, leaving a small trail of pre-cum near my lips.  He
wasn't wearing underwear, so I went to the bottom of his shirt and pulled
at it with my teeth toward his neck.  He leaned down to assist so I can get
it over his head and arms.  Then there he was naked, in front of me.  I
returned to all 4's and looked up at my Master.

"Open your mouth Pup" He commanded and without hesitation I did.  He moved
forward and put the head of his cock in my mouth and slowly slid it down to
the back of my mouth.  "Take a few deep breaths" he ordered, and I did.  I
could smell his natural scent.  It was clear he showered that day, but had
obviously worked out some since then as his scent was intoxicating.  I had
taken about 5 deep breaths when on the last one I was breathing in on the
6th he slid is cock down my throat cutting my air off.  I waited motionless
with his cock in my mouth.  I would rather pass out from lack of oxygen
rather than let his cock slip from my lips.  Then I could feel it
surge....his cock spasmed a bit and I knew my guts were about to be full of
piss.  Much to my surprise, it wasn't...the first surge was salty and thick
and creamy, i know that taste.  It was cum.  I couldn't believe it, I
didn't even do anything, I didn't work his huge shaft, or perfect balls,
but there it was his baby batter splashing down my throat.  The first 3
shots were huge.  Almost came out my nose, much bigger than last night.
The 4th was a bit smaller, then the fifth and last one was the biggest.  It
shot down the back of my throat with such force, I could actually feel it
hit my stomach.  He pulled his cock back some, but still kept it in my
mouth for the last remaining drops to drizzle on my tongue.  He then pulled
his cock out and I leaned back on my back legs. He knelt down and pushed on
my chest until i was laying on my back...he ran one hand across my left
nipple and leaned down and kissed me.  Darting his tongue into my mouth
wiping up the last of his cum.  He pulled back and licked his lips and
swallowed the last traces of his nectar.

My cock was struggling in the chastity lock.  I don't know if I can handle
wearing it 24/7.  Getting aroused was a bit painful, but i looked down and
noticed a pool of my own pre-cum leaking out of it.  That's when he put his
hand on my chin and pushed my head back to look up at him in his eyes.  He
had the most beautiful smile on his face, "I've been waiting to do that all
day, the site of my Pup collared and locked up, sent me over the edge, that
was all I needed to blow that load down your throat.  After dinner, I've
got plenty more for you Pup.  No go clean up...one hour."

He got up and walked towards the door, I turned and rolled over, got up on
all 4's and watched his ass bounce towards the door.

"RUFF RUFF" I barked and pushed my chest down and pushed my ass out looking
at my Master.  I could feel the fire in me burn now.  The slut dog in me
yearning to be free.  He stopped and turned around and saw the grin on my
face.  His 9.5 inch Master cock hanging between his legs, still glistening
swung around with his body and smacked his leg.

"RUFF RUFF" I barked again, and his expression changed.  He go a huge smile
ear to ear and I could see his cock slowly start to rise again.  He put
both hands on his knees and leaned forward and looked down at me and said,
"Welcome home....that's the Pup I knew you were."  He rubbed my head and
turned back around and walked out.

I walked on all 4's into the bathroom and turned on the shower to start to
clean up.  I didn't know what he had in store for me tonight, but I hoped I
would get to spend the night on that kennel under his bed.  The door to the
bathroom was still open and I was on all 4's outside the shower waiting for
warm water, when I heard a strange voice in the bedroom and it wasn't my
Master Lucas.

"I'll just put some fresh towels in the bathroom for him," said the strange
voice.  I panicked....who else was in the house??