"Fili's Custom Leather"
by : Socks
© 2006 Socks Furrotica
Mike walked past the store a few times, trying to sneak a look in the
window when he did. The store was always there, "Fili's Custom
Leather". Since he had his own laptop at the college he didn't
have to worry about the porn images he kept on there, and deleting them
when campus did a "pornshake". So he collected images of hot
leathermen. Hot dogboys. On a Friday nights he was thankful
his roommate left the dorms so he could be alone with the images on his
screen, dreaming of a day he'd find someone to play with.
But not here. College town, Middle of Nowhere USA. Masters
didn't really live here. That's the stuff of online
fantasies. He'd bide his time, wait for the chance to move to a
big city and start looking there. But this store was here.
"Fili's Custom Leather". He heard from some of the other people
on campus that the store sells "that kind" of leather. He looked
online, and found a webpage that needed a password to get in.
He'd have to go there himself. He walked to it one day, just to
look, but not get closer.
That was a long time ago. The store was not only still there, but
he knew he had to go in. He only needed to walk in the
door. Today. Had to be today. He ate at the Chinese
place next door while he worked his courage up. Finally, he
realized that if he didn't do it now, he never would. He left the
restaurant, determined to actually go in this time. He took in a
deep breath, walked to the door, and opened it.
Mike had to walk past the partition, but once around the cattle herder
his nose was assaulted with the smell of fresh, warm leather. He
tried to hide his erection under his fall jacket, and took in the
moment. He saw leather jackets immediately in front of him, like
policemen and motorcycle cops wear. He saw a leather trench coat
rack and almost fainted. As his eyes scanned through the store
there was a raised counter on the right with the cash register.
And behind it was a selection of leather whips and floggers. He
darted his eyes away, it was too much to take in. All the
leather, all around him!
Biting his lip, he made himself stop shivering. "I'll be right
wit' cha!" Mike heard from the back of the store. He didn't want
to look for fear of embarrassing himself, but he couldn't help
it. Before him he saw a leather master. There was no sign
or collar or t-shirt or sign of clothing that declared it, but he knew
the look. If this man didn't wear it for that reason, then the
look was copied after him.
The man was not only physically large, but carried himself with an air
of superiority. He wore a sleeveless black t-shirt that exposed
his huge arm muscles, which were barely contained by the leather bands
over his biceps with beautiful carving work in them. His jeans
packed in his strong legs, ending in leather motorcycle boots.
Mike was awestruck immediately.
"So what can I help ya find today?" the large man asked. His
voice was friendly. Mike felt like he was going to
hyperventilate. "How about some air or something?"
Mike laughed. His nerves were taken off edge, this guy could make
jokes too. "Umm... h... hi? I just wanted to
look around the store and... see what's here. I walk past
it all the time and I was curious."
"No hurry then." The large man said in his deep, base voice. "I
get a lot of curiosity seekers." Then he smiled, and Mike nearly
collapsed at the knees.
"ar... Are you Mr. Fili?" Mike asked.
The man snickered. "In a manner of speaking, yes." He
turned away from Mike, and mike got a good look at his perfect
ass. Mike was in lust, but guys like this were taken, straight,
or both. He'd never wrap his hands around that ass and feel it's
curves while this man put his hand... "Anything in particular
you're looking for? I am a custom shop, so if you can't find what
you want just tell me and I can make anything."
"a... Anything?" Mike, quivering a little.
"Damn near." The man said confidently, turning back. "Custom
isn't cheap, but if you want it, and you can't find it anywhere else,
you come to me. I get orders from all over the world." Mike
hedged, and the large man smiled with a knowing grin. "You came
in here for something specific, didn't you?" Mike, feeling his
face turn hot. The man nodded back. "I know that
look. You know, I've been asked to create a cat of nine tails
that looked like a Medusa head and I just finished a ten foot wide
medicine ball that has a rubber bladder in it so the guy can be laced
into it and rolled around. There are no taboos in my shop and
anything goes. You really can't surprise me."
Mike took in a sharp breath, the leather feeding his courage. "I
want dogboy stuff." He spit out. He then took a long breath, like
he was relieved to finally say it out loud to someone else.
"Dogboy, huh?" the man said with another smile and nod. "That's
not too uncommon a request. If you'll follow me, I can show you
some of the off the rack items I make and sell." He led Mike to a
glass case that was end to end leather hoods on mannequin heads.
There were many shapes, many colors, and at least five different dog
masks on display. "I can make one of these fairly quickly, in any
colors you want. I also have tails with plugs in them so your
"I don't have a master." Mike said. The man raised an
eyebrow. "I... I want one. But I want the stuff first
so I can just be a dog. Not just show up and have things put on
and in me."
The man stood up straighter, and rubbed his fingers along the band on
his large bicep. "So you're not looking at anything off the rack
then, are you?" The boy shook his head. "Go on boy, you can
tell me. Nobody's going to walk in on us, nobody will interrupt
us. Tell me what you want." He gripped the band and traced
one of the carvings, and smiled in such a warm way Mike almost melted
again. "Go ahead boy. Tell me."
Mike felt his head swim a little. Here he was, standing in front
of this leather clad deity, and he wanted to hear what his fantasies
were! "But I can't afford what I want. I mean I wanted to
"That isn't a problem boy." The man said, his voice taking an
authoritarian tone. Mike almost physically reeled. "I want
to know what you dream about. Even if you can't afford it now, I
may be able to interest a client in it later and you'd get a part of
the profits. I'm fair with my ideas. If it's really complex
I can work on it, and you can buy it when you can afford to." He
let that sink in as the boy just nodded. "So go ahead boy.
Tell me your fantasies."
Mike felt himself physically calm. The man was right, no harm in
talking, no promises and no contracts to keep up. So Mike opened
up to the leatherman. He talked about the ultimate dog suit that
would make him a true leatherdog. How the tail would be over his
ass so a Master could simply lift the tail and take him. It would
be reinforced on a leather back piece so it could wag naturally, but be
pliable enough to be grabbed forcefully and lifted, even if he didn't
want it to be. He would be a sex toy, but more importantly a
leather DOG first. No unnatural pulling out of a tail to be used,
just lift and go.
Mike told how it would need an under suit of spandex or rubber to cover
all his flesh so there was nothing human showing. He told how it
would have a way to open the muzzle so he could suck a man off if he
was ordered to, and swallow every little drop that was shot. He
told about how the paws should look, how they should act. It had
to be correct to a dog, so a sheath would have to be attached to an
underpiece to connect it all together and not just leaving his cock to
dangle. The suit needed multiple layers to make a perfect
illusion of a dog, under the leather, the leather, and another
leather. He even told of the stability system of wires and
tension that would have to be in place so he could stay on all fours
for hours, or days, if required.
He didn't know how long he spoke, but when he was done he felt a lot
better. All these feelings had been bottled up for so many years,
now he could finally not only tell someone but share them with a
sympathetic ear. When he was done, he looked apologetically at
the leatherman. "I kinda got carried away, didn't I?"
"No. On the contrary I like the idea." The man said. Mike
perked up when he heard this. He made this sexy man happy!
"Very well thought out, and just complex enough to be a
challenge. It's given me some great ideas that I can definitely
"I've been thinking about it a lot." Mike said. "I should be
doing class work but I'm thinking of leather guys and dog boys
instead." He hung his head slightly.
"It's not so bad." The man said. He put his arm around the
boy. Mike almost melted at the physical contact, the feeling of
the man's leather band against his neck made him feel comfortable and
happy, if even for a moment. "If you're lucky, you'll find a
Master to take you in, and you'll never have to worry about school or
anything else again."
Mike hung his head, nodding sadly. "I can dream, can't I?"
The man nodded, slowly escorting the boy out the store. "I hate
to do this to you, but I need to close for the night." Mike
looked outside, the light seeping through the covered windows was
almost non-existent. How long had he been babbling? "Hey, I
don't want you to leave empty handed, especially when you gave me a
great idea." The man reached into a bin behind the register area,
and pulled out a thin black leather collar. "Here, I want you to
Mike tried to protest. The man wouldn't let him. "I
insist! You come in with an idea I can use, I'm not going to
steal it from you! And if you come back some time in the future,
you can see if anyone wanted to try it." He pushed the collar
into the boy's hands. "Take it as a gift. If you want
anything leather, I know you'll come back here."
Mike looked at the black leather collar in his hands, and saw it was
just a plain leather band with holes and a buckle. It wasn't
much, so he wouldn't be putting this nice man into any financial
bind. "Thank you, Sir." The man smiled, and helped Mike out
of the store. Mike was snapped alert by the cold, and looked
around. There weren't dozens of frat guys out here laughing at
him, so it wasn't all bad. He pocketed the collar, and patted his
jeans with a smile. He quickly found his way to his car, and
drove back to the dorms.
"Yes slave." The Master was putting things away for the night. As he
walked through the store.
"Why did you not enslave him, Master?" the slave asked. "You had
him, I saw you could have taken him at any time. Why didn't you?"
"I have plans for him, slave." The Master said. "He'll be
back." He nodded idly to himself, knowing what kind of work he
had ahead of him.
Weeks passed, and Mike was floundering in his studies. It wasn't
that he didn't apply himself, but he just couldn't get into the subject
matter anymore. He took some comfort in his computer and online,
looking at images he downloaded. He saw the store owner in every
one of them. The store owner holding the leash of a dogboy
dressed in a hood and tail plug. The store owner tweaking a
slave's nipples until the slave screamed in pain. The store owner
dominating him. Not just a random boy on the internet, HIM.
But fantasies were little comfort when his grades were failing.
Spring break was coming up and he faced disciplinary probation.
He needed a place to get away from school, clear his head. But he
had nowhere to go. He didn't want to go home, he'd just get
yelled at for crappy grades. He didn't have the money to go to
any hot spot. So he arranged through the school to just stay in
It was that week he wore the collar for the first time. It felt
warm, it felt like it was perfect for him. No, it was too
thin. Real dog collars are wider. But this would do, for
now. His first collar. His training collar, to see if he
was worthy to wear a real one. He slept in it that night, and had
dreams of being a real leather dog. He woke up with sticky
sheets, but knowing that he had found pleasure like never before.
That day he deleted all the porn images off his laptop. He didn't
need them anymore, this collar was enough to make him sexually excited
now. He felt bad for stroking off, a Master should tell him if he
could or not. But he had no Master, so it was ok. He
deleted his kinky bookmarks, and everything else leather related.
He had the websites memorized anyway, why bookmark them? He
closed his laptop, job done, and went for dinner. That night he
did maintenance on his computer, all deleted files were obliterated and
made unrecoverable. It just made sense to him, why keep something
you don't need anymore? Freed up more space for other things.
By the third day Mike was wearing the collar under his shirt when he
went out. He felt confident, he felt happy to be finally having
this kind of leather close to his skin like this. "He needs to
know." Mike said to himself. He looked at the clock, it was
almost 6 PM. He could make it to the store just before they
closed and he could see this wonderful man again.
He walked out of the dorms. Half way to the store he
stopped. "Crap!" he cursed at himself. "Locked my key and
my wallet inside. Dammit!" He turned to go back, but he
realized that he'd be late to the store if he went to find someone
now. He could get the door opened when he got back, an RA would
do it for him or something. He hurried down the street, heading
downtown. He took a route he normally didn't take, it felt more
comfortable. It led him to the front of the store. The
street looked abandoned, and the "open" sign was still turned. He
smiled to himself, and walked in.
The smells hit him again, but he didn't feel ashamed to have a raging
erection in his jeans. Mike looked around, and smiled to see all
the leather goods in stock. A lot had moved around in the weeks
he had been gone, but it felt familiar. He took off his jacket,
and walked in towards the back of the store where he had talked to the
"Hey there boy!" he heard the voice of the leatherman, and sighed to
himself softly. "I see you came back! That collar looks
real good on ya boy!"
"Thank you Sir." Mike said. "I wanted to say thank you again for
"It's a pleasure, boy." The man said. "But I know you didn't just
come back for that, did you?" Mike shook his head slowly.
He was right. He was hoping for... "I know why you came
back. You do too." Mike nodded again, but didn't dare dream
that... "I have a prototype in the shop. Do you want to try
"I couldn't afford to buy it, Sir. But I really appre..."
"That wasn't the question, Boy." The statement at the end made
Mike shiver. "Do you want to try it on?" Mike just nodded,
feeling a little awe struck at the power this man had over him.
"Follow me then." As they went back behind the counter, Mike
didn't see the slave walk out from behind the counter and turn the
"closed" sign over and lock the door.
Master led the boy back behind the shop, and into a
workroom. The leatherman pointed at a bench, and
Mike's jaw hung open. Sitting there was a rubber catsuit, crafted
and formed pieces of leather, and a beautiful dog hood with a visor
instead of eye openings. "I went with a more robot dog look
combined with bondage elements. It hides the human features
really well and it looks really fucking mean too. Like a good
leatherdog should. Don't you think so boy?"
Mike just nodded, his shaft now painfully poking his pants up.
The man looked over the boy and let out a few chuckles. Mike
looked down to his painfully hard erection. "Sor... sorry
"Don't be sorry," The man said. "That tells me everything I
wanted to know. Except what the boy really looks like under all
that." The boy looked up to the leatherman, and his face turned
red and hot. "You know as much as I do the suit needs to be put
on naked. And shouldn't a BOY be unashamed to show a Master his
body? Especially if he wants to take that boy in as his dogboy."
Mike's eyes opened wide. "Y.. you mean that Sir? You'd
m.... make me your dogboy?"
"Well what you described was really fucking hot." The Master said,
crossing his arms over his leather bands. "And it inspired me to
try to make it because I think you'd look hot in it. In fact, I
think you'd make a perfect leather dog for a Leather Master, don't you
Mike felt his neck get a little warmer, the collar he was wearing was
tingling. But it felt good, because he knew Master was
right. He came into a store as a stray before winter, and threw
himself at the Master's feet if he knew it or not. He had been
thinking of Master all this time, just like a good DOG should.
And he made this suit for him, the Master wanted a dogboy.
Mike smiled. "I agree, Master." He felt all his shame melt
away, it was only right for a Master to see his potential boy. He
took off his clothing slowly, folding it up and placing it on the
floor. When he was done, he stood with his hands at his sides,
and his shaft standing before him. He only wore the collar, and
it seemed to fit him perfectly.
Master looked over his newest boy. A nice build, probably a
swimmer in high school and he never let himself go with his "frosh 20"
weight. He had a respectable package, and was very eager to
please a Master. The incantations worked so far, and he saw the
runes on the outside of the collar fade as the power was drained from
them. He reached up to his boy's throat, and removed the
collar. Boy whimpered. "Soon enough dog." He said.
"Gonna get you into a real collar soon enough." Mike nodded.
Master walked around the boy, inspecting him again. "You are not
allowed to cum without permission." Master said. "That won't be
easy when we're putting this on you, but don't cum. Understand
boy?" Mike nodded. "Good. Just think how proud you're
gonna make me if you can follow that order." He let that sink in
a moment. Mike knew that making this man proud would be a
good thing. "We'll begin with the first layer."
They both knew how the suit would be worn. Mike was rubbed down
with some powder to dry him off a little, and the rubber catsuit was
carefully slid over his body. He squirmed as the legs met the
hips. "Be a good boy now." Master said. "Don't cum.
Make your Master proud of you." Mike barely had time to register
the comment when the rubber was stretched over and onto his erect shaft
and large ball sac. Mike let out a groan, and shook
visibly. Mike looked down at his Master, and shook his head no,
he hadn't. "Good boy." Master was pleased. Good to
please Master. Boy felt happy.
The bodysuit was stretched over the torso, then his arms, and his hands
went into the gloves. Then the hood was brought over the boy's
head, and just over the chin line. All that was exposed was the
boy's face. Master inspected the suit for tears, and saw
none. "One more detail boy. Bend over, and no
cumming." The boy straddled the floor, mostly in a haze from the
tight fit and smell of the rubber, and bent at the waist as he was
told. He felt something long push into his ass. It wasn't
large, but it was long enough to let him feel it. Mike grunted as
it stopped moving up, shaking as he used every ounce of willpower to
not grind, or grab himself. Master proud. Make Master
proud. Make Master proud. He repeated the mantra in his
head as fast as he could, hoping to keep control.
Master let his boy relax for a few minutes, watching the boy's body
quiver with every breath. "You're doing fine. You're gonna
make a fine dog for me." Boy smiled, and nodded. Master let
the boy stand there, and arranged the next pieces quietly.
After a few minutes, Master took a leather piece off the main
bench. "These are the front paws." He said. Mike already
knew, it was like this suit was out of his best fantasy that he'd worn
thousands of orgasms before. "Your hands will fit in the right
places, you'll stand on the paws. Your arms and legs will be the
same height by the time we're done here."
He held one in front of the boy, then the other. With almost
practiced ease Mike slid into the front paws, letting his hands work
into the gears and armatures to work the individual digits on the
paws. When his arm pushed against the leather, the runes
activated. Mike didn't realize this, but he smiled as the leather
warmed up against his body, feeling more natural as it got
warmer. Master patted him on the shoulder. "Now down on all
fours boy. Dogs don't walk like people, do they?"
"No Master." Mike eased onto his new leather paws, and moved around
timidly. After a moment, he jumped onto his hind paws, and
slammed onto the front ones. "Wow!" he said. "I can barely
"The shock padding is better than what you had in mind." Master
said. "And coupled with the leather, I made it look more like
natural muscles under the leather. You're gonna look like a dog
in his leathers when we're done. And you can run and jump all you
want, you'll never hurt yourself in this thing. Ever." As
Mike walked around on his front paws, Master knelt next to the dogboy
and patted him on the head, working down his shoulders. "You're
gonna be so hot, boy. When we go to leather events, I'm taking
you just to show off. You're gonna be my showpiece, and so much
"I won't disappoint you Master." Mike said.
"No you won't. Because you're gonna be the best dogboy anyone
could want, aren't you boy?" Master said, running his hand along the
leather front leg. Boy shook at Master's touch, He wouldn't let
his Master down. "Lets get the rest of you ready boy." Boy
Master reached up to the table and grabbed two more leather
sleeves. Each one was segmented, and looked both jointed and more
like an animal. "Lift your left leg, boy." Mike did, and
then his right. His feet slid into the paws effortlessly, and his
legs moved with ease into the leather forms. Mike could feel his
body being supported inside the dog-like leg. He flexed his knees
and his elbows, and he felt the legs of the costume support him.
The leather warmed up when the boy wore it a while, and it felt suppler
with every passing moment. Each step more natural than the
last. "This is amazing Master!" the boy said. "I feel like
I'm a real dog!"
"Aren't you a real dog?" Boy stopped moving, and his mind
suddenly connected the pieces. His expression went blank as his
Master's words rung in his head. Master wasn't making him a dog,
Master was helping the dog within him come out! He's been living
the wrong life for so long, and only now had Master had shown him what
was wrong! Dog started whining, and looking at his Master in a
new way, almost apologetic. "It's ok. We'll get you back to
normal soon. I promise you that, dog."
"Thank you Master." He said again. He felt wrong talking, but it
felt right to tell his Master that the hard work was appreciated.
Happy Master. Make Master happy.
Master then reached for something else on the table, and fitted it over
the erection of the dogboy. He looked down, and he saw a red
latex extension put on his shaft. It looked like a real doggy
dick! The dog was feeling so happy! Soon he'd be Master's
dog again! By his side again, like a good dog should be! He
stood still, waiting for his Master's word that he could move
again. And he was afraid that any motion would make him explode
in orgasm, and Master forbid that. Good dog, Happy Master Happy
Dog. He remembered all the times he and his Master had before....
Without much hesitation, Master placed the back and chest pieces over
the boy while he was lost in his own world. He knew the spell on
the cock extention would last for a few minutes, filling the boy with
memories and thoughts of a dog, so he wanted to finish the rest of the
bodywork while the boy was standing still and not reacting to his
touch. Master placed the pieces onto the boy, fastened the
buckles, and laced up the sides. It was a fast job, and stood
back to admire his handiwork.
After a minute, dog started to come down from his euphoria. He
saw Master standing next to him, admiring him. He smiled, Master
was happy. Happy with his dog. He's a good dog again.
Master nodded, looking over the masterwork this boy was wearing.
The body looked like a large, bruiser dog. The way the muscles
were sculpted and formed tight to his real body, and how they reacted
to the boy's movements made it look like he was really a guard dog in
tight, supple leather. Master smiled to himself, all the hard
work paid off.
Boy looked over his body as best he could. The still erect latex
dog shaft sticking out of the leather sheath and the big smile on the
boy's face told Master everything he needed to know. Boy wagged
his backside, and a tail whipped back and forth naturally. He
felt awkward, however. Something was missing. Collar.
That and he had a human face. Dogs don't have human....
Master reached up to the bench and took the leather headpiece off of
it. "Now, boy, this is the last part before I make you my dogboy
again. I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you MEAN
it. Tell me you want to be my dog. Tell me you'll submit to
me, you'll give up your dominance to me."
"I do want it, Master!" the dogboy looked up with pleading
eyes. "My life hasn't been complete without you! I was your
dog so long ago and then I forgot how to be your dog and now I want to
be your dog forever! Please Master? Take me
back? Let me be your dog again? I won't forget ever
again, I promise it! I want your collar! I want to be
yours! I'll give anything to have that again! I'll give you
my life if I have to, I want to be your dog again. Please
Master? Please let me be your dog?"
Master ran his hand along the head of the boy. When he finally
smiled, boy smiled too, realizing that his Master was pleased.
"As long as you never forget whose dog you are, boy."
"I won't ever again, Master." Boy said. Master reached up to put
the leather hood over the boy's head. "Thank you, Master."
"You're welcome boy." He placed the hood onto the dogboy, and
immediately the boy felt the mouthpiece push into his muzzle.
"You can take it boy, just like old times. Yesssss...." he
slurred out the last part like he was talking to a family dog.
"There you go Boy." He pulled the laces tight, and attached the
straps and buckles. Master then tucked the excess into a loop to
hide it from view.
He stood up next to his creation. The chromed and mirrored visor
was perfect when taken into the whole picture of chromed buckles, studs
and metal highlights against the black leather. The harnesses,
paw cuffs and "armor" of the suit were all in shiny black, with D-rings
and buckles around all four paws and under the tail to give a bondage
look. The chest protection piece looked armored, like it would
stop bullets. The runes on it were permanently punched and formed
into the chest shield, the bind would be very strong.
Under the shiny leather harnesses and cuffs another layer of leather
was recessed. This was a soft and supple layer that looked like
short dog fur. The illusion was to contrast the shine with the
matte, and give it more depth to hide a human form. The boy's
ideas to use two leathers was more than perfect, it made it look like a
true leather skinned dog wearing even more leather. The dogsuit
was more than perfect. The boy was a dog in full form, and
because of the visor covering the eyes nobody would guess what was
under there. The Master had truly hidden the boy in a dog's form.
It was time for the final touch. "Move around a little bit, make
sure nothing is binding or hurting you." Dog did his best to move
around, and in moments he felt like he was rediscovering his paws
again. The leather felt so warm, the smell was dulling his mind
as he tried his first jump. Then his first bark. He
remembered! He was a dog once, he's a dog again! It all
came back to him how he was supposed to act, how he was supposed to
be. He looked up at his Master, his heart pounded with affection
for his Master. He took him back! He really wanted him
back! He'd never leave his Master again! His tail wagged
with a ferocity that it was whacking against the bench that the leather
parts were on with a loud thud.
Master took a wide leather collar off the table, and patted up on the
bench. Dog took the hint, and jumped up onto it. Master
then used the D-rings over the paws to lock the boy into the bondage
bench. Boy moved with some curiosity, but did not fight his
binds. How could he? It was part of him. And Master
only tied up those he wanted to keep.
"Boy, do you remember your name, boy?" The dog thought a moment,
then shook his head no. "Your name is Chrome, isn't it
boy?" Chrome. Yes, that was the right name. The dog
nodded slowly, remembering everything as his Master spoke. "You
are Chrome, my leatherdog. Aren't you?" The dog
nodded. Master smiled, looking at the way the light danced off
the chrome visor.
Master showed Chrome the collar. It was a black shiny leather
collar, very wide, with shiny studs worked in it. It had a single
"D" ring with a chromed bone-shaped tag that read "Chrome" on it.
Master turned it around, and it had the shop's information on it.
Chrome looked at it intensely. "This is your permanent
collar. Do you want to wear it?" The dog nodded and barked
happily. "Do you want to be my dog? My property? You
want that boy?" Chrome would have jumped out of his restraints if
he could, as excited as he was. Master ran his hand along the
dogboy's hood to calm him down, and placed the collar along the exposed
rubber of the catsuit so the boy could feel it. The dogboy froze,
his whole body feeling electric as the collar was dragged along his
neck. Without a word, Master took both ends of the collar, and
buckled it together. Master put his hand around the collar, and
gave it a tug to show Chrome the strength of the collar.
Chrome looked his Master in the eyes, and he felt his canine and once
human dominance drain into his one true Master. "Yes boy." Master
said. "Give in to it. You've already accepted me as your
Master, now accept me as your Alpha." Chrome felt his willpower
leave though his collar and straight into to his Alpha Master.
Chrome knew he made his Master even more powerful, surrendering his
humanity willingly. Master pulled the collar once, and Chrome
gave everything to his Master that his Master wanted from him.
Then it was over, Chrome was proud to have given so much of himself to
his Master. He'd never leave his Master's side again, he was now
bonded to him.
The dogboy bowed his head in both defeat and acceptance to his
Master. Master took in a deep breath, having taken so much of the
boy but leaving just enough to make him receptive to the canine force
about to enter. The willingness of surrender, the desire to be
accepted as a dogboy, and the pure lust of a young leatherboy made the
Master feel almost drunk on all he had taken. The power was
almost as sweet as his last slave he took, but so much more pure.
Master put his hand under the leather muzzle of his dog and raised his
head up. "Good boy." He said. Chrome wagged his tail.
"You're a good dog now, aren't you?" Chrome understood the words,
and what they meant. Master happy. Master pleased.
Chrome pleased when Master pleased.
Master reached to his belt buckle, and held his dog's leather muzzle at
crotch height. "Now let me use that muzzle of yours dog."
Master unbuttoned his pants, and showed his dogboy a shaft that was
getting harder and longer by the moment. Chrome watched around
the shaft before him, at a leather cock ring that had shifting colors
and shapes on it. Chrome stared at the markings. He was to
be claimed with this act, his Master's right of claiming. A final
rite to bind his soul to this Master. He would forever be linked
with his Master. Chrome wanted it desperately, and began to drool
at the thought of making his Master even more powerful by being his
clamed dog. Master smiled, letting his dogboy become further
entranced and mentally enslaved by his magics.
"You make your Master very happy, boy." Chrome nodded slowly,
then Master used a d-ring to lock the dogboy's collar onto the bondage
bench. "No cumming boy. If you're good, you'll be allowed
to cum after me." Chrome didn't move, he just watched the
patterns. Master's patterns. Master's shaft. Master's
Dog. Chrome is Master's Dog. Loyal to Master. Loyal
Master watched his dogboy until his head rested on the bench and his
body physically relaxed. The dog was fully under now, and the
last spell would meet no resistance. He added some lubricant to
his shaft, and fed it into the leather muzzle of the dogboy hood.
The boy could feel the shaft at the back of his real throat, and he
relaxed as much as he could to take it all. In moments, he didn't
need to relax. It felt natural, like he had taken this monster
hundreds of times before. His muzzle felt well lubricated, like
he was drooling all over the shaft. Master was taking his
muzzle. Master was claiming his body and soul. Master would
be pleased. Dog is pleased. Dog is Master's dog.
Chrome is Master's dog, forever.
"OH YEAH Chrome!" Master held the dogboy by the collar. "Nice and
tight! You know how Master likes it!" Chrome felt his body
alter slightly, his neck felt more natural in the "chin up"
position. But details didn't matter. Please Master.
Master is Happy. Master is happy with his dog! I'm his
dog! I'm making Master happy! Nothing else matters!
"Here it comes boy!" Master said. "Drink it all up boy! You
do and you'll be my dogboy forever! That's it boy! Drink...
you're Master's.... YES!" Master grabbed his dogboy by the
collar, and pushed his shaft as far down the dogboy's throat as he
could. His shaft pulsed, the runes on the leather ring sealing
Chrome's destiny with every swallow. Chrome lapped up every drop,
feeling the raw power surge through him with every spurt of his Master
in his body. Every swallow made Master more powerful.
Chrome knew his Master's power, and let himself be taken by it.
There was no human anymore, there was only Chrome. Master's
dog. Master's foci. Master's boy. The thoughts rung
through his head as absolute truth.
Chrome stood in the bondage stocks shaking, feeling the life essence of
his Master giving him his new form forever. His paws were on the
bench, he felt the d-rings in his leather flesh hold him still, tighter
and stronger than any bondage cuff could ever be. He watched as
his vision extended to cover the whole visor. Now he
understood. He always was a dog, the human guise was to keep
people from stealing him away from his Master. As he felt his
rubber knot swell up in the sheath, he understood true happiness as a
canine. MASTER'S dog.
The spell climaxed, and ended. The dog collapsed on the bondage
bench, vision fixed on his Master. His loyalty and life forever
sealed to his Alpha, his Master. Chrome tasted his Master's seed
within him, the energy finishing the last changes of his dog
form. There was no life outside of his Master now. Master's
dog boy. Good Boy. Master reward tasty. Master
happy. Master VERY happy. Chrome happy too.
Master ran his hand along the pointed leather ears of the dog. It
was no longer a true dogboy, but wasn't a true robot or automaton
either. Inside he knew the boy's mind was a dog, with enough
human left over to enjoy his new body and understand words. That
was a hard spell to craft perfectly, but the end result yielded him a
loyal companion that would forever be loyal. The fact that the
boy didn't fight made the spell that much more powerful.
His new body... well the dog wasn't a living being anymore as
there was no flesh and blood. He was filled with the essence of
the boy and a dog, but it wasn't a robot or a doll. It was a
foci, a being not alive but not dead. It would serve him in his
magical practice well. When the dog moved, he could be mistaken
for a real dog. He even worked in a way that it would breathe
normally, like it were alive. He could easily pass Chrome off as
a dogboy or a real dog in an elaborate suit. He smiled to
himself. It was a total success. He looked up to see his
slave watching from the back of the room.
"It's over, slave." Master said, motioning the slave into the
room. "He's a dog now."
"It's amazing, Master." Slave said. "He looks so real!"
"He is real." Master said. "Put your fingers in his asshole, I
want to make sure that's nice and lubricated like he wanted." The
slave looked confused, then put a finger into the leatherdog's latex
ass. He looked shocked, and pulled out, sniffing his
fingers. Chrome let out a quiet but contented noise, and wiggled
in his binds. "I'll take that as it's lubed. Don't worry,
it's not toxic. He's just as fuckable as he's always wanted to
be. And I know he'll love every stroke of it." Master said.
"Now, unlock him and help him down."
Slave did as he was told, letting the leatherdog off the bondage
bench. "Now bend over the bench boy." Slave looked up
confused, but obeyed his Master, placing his arms and legs on the
bondage bench parts. Master locked the slave onto the bondage
bench, with his legs spread wide apart. "It's time you met the
new dog, and you learned the order of dominance here."
He opened his eyes wide, looking up at his Master. Master was
getting another bench up close to the boy's ass, and gave his slave a
swat for good measure. "Don't feel bad. I look at animals
as far superior to slaves. My next slave is yours to
torment." Slave nodded, closing his eyes. "Chrome.
Mount and fuck!"
Chrome jumped onto the bench and over the back of the slaveboy without
hesitation. The slave let out a loud scream as the dog penetrated
him with a well lubricated rubber dog cock. "OH GOD! IT'S
HUGE!" the slave yelled "HOLY FUCK MASTER!!! HE'S HUNG LIKE
A FUCKING HORSE!"
"Nonsense." Master said. "He's hung like a wolf. Come on,
you can take it, can't you?"
Slave let out another yell, then after he became accustomed to it he
started to breathe hard. It actually started to feel pretty
good. His ass tingled with each thrust, and soon he was really
getting into it.
Chrome humped into the slave, his latex tongue rolling out of his
muzzle. "You a good boy? Chrome a good boy?" Chrome
whined, Master ordered him not to cum but ordered to fuck! He
felt torn, he felt like he was about to disobey his Master.
No! Can't disobey Master! So hard to not! He humped
the slave's ass, it was so tight and warm! Chrome's pace
increased, but he held back. He looked up at his Master, whining
and begging in every way he could. "Cum boy! Cum in the
slave! Be his Alpha!"
Chrome immediately shifted his body and bit down on the slaveboy's neck
with his leather muzzle. Slave let out a loud groan as he felt
something spurt into his ass. The dog was growling in a way that
wasn't natural, and slave felt scared that the dog would go too
far. Suddenly his ass felt like it was getting opened up.
"NO! NO!" But it was too late. Chrome buried his
rubber dog cock into the slave, and pressed his rubber hips into the
slave's ass. The rubber "knot" swelled up beyond the pucker, and
he tied into the slave's ass. Chrome shot his load into his beta,
and used his latex tongue to lick the boy's neck. Slave is
Chrome's beta. Slave answers to Chrome. He didn't hurt his
bitch, beta is healthy and fine. Master's happy with the
dominance. Chrome happy. Chrome understands the pack.
He stood triumphantly over his bitch, locking his seed deep in the
Master laughed, looking at the situation. "I should leave you two
like this overnight, so you learn your place!" Slave was trying
to not wince in pain. "Chrome, disengage and dismount."
Chrome's knot deflated and retracted back into his sheath instantly,
making the slave gasp as the feeling of the 747 leaving his ass.
Chrome jumped off the slave, and assumed his position standing at
Master's side. Master patted the dog on the head. "Good
A few weeks later, the policeman walked into the leather shop.
"Hey Billy. Any word from Mr. Fili yet on the jacket?"
"Yes sir." Billy reached to a shelf he was near, and removed the
patrolman's motorcycle jacket. "It was a simple fix, don't worry
about it. Always happy to help you guys when we can."
The officer looked at the jacket, and marveled. "Good as
new! Tell him I said thanks!"
"It's a pleasure officer." Billy said. "He's also planning on
attending the dinner next week, his RSVP should have been mailed."
"Very good!" The officer turned to leave, but then stopped.
"Oh, any word on the college boy?"
"No sir." Billy said. "But if we hear anything we'll be
sure to tell you right away."
"Sad story." The officer said, putting his jacket on while shaking his
head. "Just up and vanishes after getting bad grades. I
just hope he didn't kill himself or something."
"Hopefully you'll find him, Sir." Billy said.
The officer walked to the front door, and patted the leather dog statue
on the head. He gave it a strange look, it was in a different
sitting position than the last time he saw it, but it's probably
articulated inside or something. "Custom makes these things,
huh?" Aaron nodded. "He's got a sense of humor to put a
leather guard dog in the shop. See you later." The officer
Chrome's visor gleamed briefly, his Master's work was appreciated, and
he went back to his passive guard duty.
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