So, the dalmation went sniffing and snooping around, trying to locate his friend. He caught a lead when he heard faint laughter near the elevator in the Lookout. With his ear perked up in the air, Marshall was able to determine that the laughter was coming from the underground storage bunker. So, without hesitation, the dalmation hopped on the elevator and rode it into the depths of the Lookout. Once there, Marshall was able to trace the laughter to a small room through a door on the left, just three feet in front of the elevator. Upon opening the door, the dalmation felt his jaw drop as he took in the sight before him: his friend, Rocky, was naked. On an old matress, arms tied up behind his head, legs tied up and spread apart, blindfolded, and had a strange green harness secured around his upper chest. What was even more strange were the eeire, spectral-like tongues licking almost every possible on Rocky's body - his armpits, nipples, barefeet, and - Marshal's face reddened as he looked lower - even his buttole and penis! "R-rocky!?" exclaimed Marshall, "Wh-what's going on here!? W-why are you like this?" But the mixed breed could only laugh and thrash about as the tongues did their work. Marshall stuck out his own tongue in disgust as he noticed that the tongues licing Rocky's cock were lapping up the precum leaking from his tip.
Shaking his head to clear it, the dalmation steeled himself and moved forward to free his friend. It was then that it happened. As Marshall stepped forward, he felt a sharp prick in the back of his neck. All at once, he felt sleepy and limp as his body collapsed upon the floor. Looking up with his fading strength, Marshall saw the silhouette of a boy - a very familiar-looking boy But it couldn't be thought Marshall "Why?" asked the dalmation, before the darkness of sleep took him and he knew no more. Gasping at the revelation, Marhall began to struggle even more, determined to escape, free Rocky, and get some answers. But struggle though he tried, the up could not get free. He just about to start screaming for help when a voice spoke up.
"Don't bothewe, Mawshall," it said, "you'we not gettin' outta thewe until we let you out." The Dalmation gasped in consternation.
"Z-zuma!?" he cried, ceasing struggling out of shock, "Wh-what's going!? Why am I tied up like this!? And what about Rocky!? I could've sworn it was Ryder who knocked me out! Explain this right now!" Zuma could tell that his fellow pup was very flustered and, as such, began rubbing his bare belly to relax him. This action made the dalmation fidget ever so slightly, but still calm down nevertheless. Marshall grumbled as he felt his own tail wag at the belly rub, even though he himself was not happy. Traitor! yelled the dalmation at the wagging appendage.
"You'we tied up like this because you twied to fwee Wocky, Mawshall," said Zuma with a smirk, "and Wyder is cuwwently punishing ouwe naughty Wecycling Pup."
"Punish!? What for!?"
"He's been ovewe working himself," said Zuma, "and you of all pups should know this. You tweated him aftewe all. You know, the cold, the bwoken wib, the black eye, etcetewa. So Wyder is teaching Wocky how to pwopewely welax."
"B-but why punish me?" asked Marshall, sounding worried, "what did I do?"
"I told you," said Zuma, scribbling on the dalamtion's belly a bit, "you twied to fwee Wocky, Mawshall. So basically, you twied to intewwupt his punishment. And Wyder says that's a no-no. He has to leawn his lesson. Just like you." Hearing this, the dally began to whine, wordlessly begging to be released. But the chocolate lab chuckled and shook his head.
"That won't wowk, Mawshall," he said, scratching behind the pup's ears reassuringly, "but don't wowwy dude. We'we not gonna huwt you. No pain involved, dude. We'we just gonna give you a bit of the medicine Wocky's takin' wight now. Oh, and just in case you'we wowwied about the others - don't be. Wyder is bwiefing Chase and Wubble wight now, and Skye and Evewest alweady know. This way, you and Wocky will recieve youw punishment pwoperly, and no one else will get any foolish ideas. But enough talk, I - oh, come in!" There was a knock at the door just as Marshall was processing Zuma's words. "'We?'" thought Marshall. But the dalamation was distracted as someone else came in and a new voice rang through the room.
"Zuma, Sir? Ryder told me you wished to see me?" It said as a young Siberian Husky pup entered the room. Marshall frowned beneath his blindfold. That voice was familiar.
"Ah, Cody! Good! Glad you could come dude," said Zuma, "but enough with that 'siw' nonsense. We'we the same age dude." Marshall gasped. Cody was a new recruit that Ryder was training in order to fully induct into the Paw Patrol.
"Oh Marshall, you wemembew Cody Swiftpaw, don't you?" said Zuma, smirking at the aforementioned pup, clad only in his blue collar and undies. Marshall silently nodded to show he remembered as Zuma continued, "Well, Wyder has asked Cody hewe to help me with youwe punishment. Now, enough of this talk. Let us get stawted. Cody? You go for his feet." The husky pup nodded and immediately set upon Marshall's bound feet. Marshall himself began wiggling and giggling as Cody began to lick his right footpaw and scribble on his left one.
He then gasped and moaned as Zuma began to tickle his left armpit while starting to suck on his penis! The feelings of tickles and pleasure coursed through the dalmation pup, send him into fits of laughter. Never before had Marshall felt this way. And he wasn't sure if he wanted it to stop......or keep going.
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Edit: Sequel here Marshall's Bondage Lesson Part 2