How to Train Your Puppy | Chapter 4 [Comm]

Chapter Four

“Leash and Collar”

Nuba couldn't shake the sensation of the leash tethered to his collar, a constant reminder of his subservience to Duncan. With each step, the tautness of the leash pulled at his neck, a physical manifestation of his surrender. 

This is humiliating.

He thought, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Despite his discomfort, there was an odd sense of arousal coursing through him, a forbidden thrill in being led by another.

As Duncan guided him through the house, Nuba couldn't help but notice the weight of the cuffs on his wrists and ankles. The metal rings clinked with every movement, a reminder of his captivity. I never imagined myself in this position, he mused silently, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The leather straps dug into his skin, leaving faint imprints as he crawled obediently behind Duncan.

The padded mittens encasing his hands rendered them useless, leaving him entirely reliant on Duncan's guidance. Each touch of the soft fabric against his palms sent shivers down his spine, a stark contrast to the roughness of the leash in his master's grip. I'm nothing but a pet to him, he thought bitterly, his pride wounded but his desire for approval still burning bright.

With each command, Nuba found himself sinking deeper into submission. The firmness of Duncan's voice left no room for defiance, compelling him to comply without question. I should resist, he thought fleetingly, the rebellious spark within him flickering weakly. But as Duncan's dominance asserted itself, Nuba's resistance crumbled, leaving him at the mercy of his master's whims.

The tail plug nestled snugly between his cheeks served as a constant reminder of his humiliation, its presence a physical manifestation of his submission. With each sway of his hips, the plug shifted, sending waves of arousal coursing through him. I'm just a toy for his amusement, he thought bitterly, his heart heavy with resignation.

As they reached the bedroom, Nuba's pulse quickened with anticipation. The thought of what lay in store sent a thrill of excitement tingling down his spine, his body trembling with anticipation. What will he do to me next? he wondered, his mind racing with possibilities. But beneath the fear and uncertainty, there was a flicker of excitement, a forbidden desire for the unknown.

With a gentle tug on the leash, Duncan brought Nuba to a halt, his gaze piercing and intense. He's in control, Nuba realized, a shiver of anticipation coursing through him. As Duncan's hands roamed over his body, Nuba's breath caught in his throat, his skin tingling with desire. 

I'm his to command. 

He thought, his heart racing with a heady mix of fear and excitement.

As Duncan swung open the door, Nuba's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight before him. The nursery sex dungeon stretched out before him, a surreal blend of innocence and debauchery. The oversized furniture loomed over him, each piece adorned with plush toys and colorful decorations. 

This is unreal.

He thought, his mind struggling to process the bizarre scene unfolding before him.

At the center of the room stood a massive wooden and steel crib, its bars towering above him like the walls of a fortress. Duncan guided him towards it, the gentle tugs on his leash urging him forward. Nuba marveled, his eyes tracing the intricate carvings adorning its surface. Plush toys littered the mattress, their bright colors standing out against the crisp white sheets. 

It's like something out of a dream, he thought, his breath catching in his throat before he grimaced awkwardly as he continued the thought, Definitely a vision of some kind…

As they approached the crib, Nuba's gaze was drawn to the oversized playpen in the corner of the room. The metal bars rose high above his head, enclosing a vast expanse of padded flooring. 

It's huge..

As they moved further into the room past the playground, Nuba's eyes fell upon the oversized high chair standing against the far wall. Its sturdy frame loomed over him, its straps dangling ominously from the armrests. 

It's intimidating. 

He thought, his pulse quickening at the sight of it. Plush toys and baby bottles littered the tray, their bright colors adding to the surreal atmosphere of the room. I've never seen anything like it, he thought, a shiver of excitement coursing through him.

Duncan led him towards the changing table, its padded surface beckoning invitingly. Nuba's heart raced as he took in the sight before him, his mind reeling at the possibilities that lay ahead. It's so big, he marveled, his eyes tracing the intricate carvings adorning its surface. Plush toys and diapers littered the shelves, their bright colors standing out against the crisp white walls. It's like a fantasy come to life, he thought, his breath catching in his throat.

As they moved further into the room, Nuba's eyes fell upon the oversized rocking horse standing in the corner. Its sturdy frame loomed over him, its saddle beckoning invitingly. It's incredible, he thought, his mind racing with excitement. Plush toys and ropes hung from the ceiling, their bright colors adding to the surreal atmosphere of the room. I can't believe this is real, he thought, a thrill of anticipation coursing through him.

Duncan led him towards the oversized dog bed in the center of the room, its plush surface beckoning invitingly. Nuba's heart raced as he took in the sight before him, his mind reeling at the possibilities that lay ahead. It's so big, he marveled, his eyes tracing the intricate patterns adorning its surface. Plush toys and chewable bones littered the ground, their bright colors standing out against the crisp white sheets. It's like a dream, he thought, his breath catching in his throat.

As they moved further into the room, Nuba's eyes fell upon the oversized dog crate in the corner. Its sturdy bars loomed over him, its door hanging open invitingly. Plush toys and bowls of kibble littered the floor, their bright colors adding to the surreal atmosphere of the room. 

I've never seen anything like it, he thought, a shiver of excitement coursing through him.

Returning to the playpen, Nuba’s eyes once more became transfixed by the sheer size of the room’s contents.

It's like a playground… for me..?

He thought, a shiver of excitement coursing through him.

As Duncan led Nuba towards the changing table, the canine's heart pounded with a mix of excitement and apprehension. 

What's he going to do to me while he’s changing the… Yeah, the thing… 

Nuba wondered, his mind racing with a myriad of possibilities. His breath came out in short gasps as they approached the padded surface, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal at the thought of what was to come.

"Up you go, pup," Duncan's deep voice rumbled, his hand firm but gentle as he guided Nuba onto the changing table. 

The surface was soft beneath him, and Nuba couldn't help but squirm with excitement as he settled onto his back. I can't believe this is happening, he thought, his pulse quickening with anticipation.

Duncan stood over him, his expression unreadable as he surveyed Nuba's form. The rhino's presence was overwhelming, and Nuba felt a flush of heat spread through him at the intensity of his gaze. 

"There, not so bad, see?" Duncan murmured, his voice gruff but not unkind as he reached for the diaper changing supplies. Nuba's heart skipped a beat at the praise, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at the recognition of his obedience. 

I want to please him, Nuba thought fervently, his desire to be a good boy overwhelming any lingering doubts or fears.

As Duncan began to prepare the changing supplies, Nuba's anticipation grew with each passing moment. The scent of baby powder filled the air, and Nuba couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in the pit of his stomach. 

This is really happening, he thought, his breath catching in his throat as he waited for Duncan to begin.

With a steady hand, Duncan began to undo the tapes of Nuba's diaper, his movements precise and deliberate. Nuba's heart raced as he felt the cool air against his skin, and he couldn't help but squirm with anticipation. I'm so exposed, he thought, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the realization.

But as Duncan began to clean him, all thoughts of embarrassment melted away, replaced by a sense of comfort and security. The rhino's touch was gentle but firm, and Nuba couldn't help but relax into his ministrations. 

“Wipe warmers, I’ll keep them running if you behave.”

Nuba barely registered the rhino’s words, as the sensation of the warm, wet wipe just barely grazed beneath the bottom of his bullocks. Soft, warm caresses against and through fur to the skin underneath. Nuba could feel the pores under his fur open as the rhino worked away at his groin, the warmth of the wet wipes as pleasurable as a blow job.

Except for the fact that Duncan was pointedly avoiding Nuba’s head. Whimpering, lost in the moment, the canine looked down at his member, framed between the soggy contents of his diaper underneath him. Duncan caught the line of sight in his gaze, and shook his head reproachfully. 

“Nu-uh, I only clean red rockets, I don't ignite them.”

The rottie considered Duncan for a moment, wondering whether this was foreshadowing further treatment or if this was a boundary set during diaper changes. Regardless, he had little ability to reply articulately.

Satisfied, with Nuba's crotch now smelling more of lavender and puppy powder than urine and sweat, Duncan grasped the canine by the ankles. The rottie complied, still wary but mildly distracted. There was a pressure on his penis, firm and deliberate as he also felt something push right above his taint. 

Ankles held in the air by Duncan, Nuba hardly had time to cry out before there was a metallic click that silenced the canine's yelp.

“We'll keep him in the silo for now.”

The rottie glanced down between his legs, frantic and wiggling his ankles as he strained for a better look.

No sheath was visible, only a silicon cone with a ring looping underneath the rottie's testicle. A steel lock was positioned at the base of the canine's sheath.

That was smooth as fuck …

Nuba, stunned, could only stare at Duncan in utter disbelief.