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\n\t\t\t\t\tleopardjacks who wrote a nice short story to go with this artwork below~Dexter did not know he was being followed since he entered the cave, the pamphlet leading him to the tourist attraction was passed out at the bar by a German Shepherd mix, unbeknownst to Dexter however, he received a different pamphlet from everyone else, the cave only he would be going to.
As Dexter explored deeper and deeper into the cave Dexter could not shake the feeling of eyes on him, everywhere he looked however, he was met with nothing in sight. For some reason he did not feel uneasy which is the only reason he pressed forward. It had to do with what he saw on the cave walls it was what appeared to be small amount of gold which he took note of, wanting to come back with a pickaxe to mine. These were the thoughts that occupied his mind and soon he forgot about those eyes he felt, the sensation of being watched vanish as the thought of striking it rich ran through his mind. “Heh…. I don’t think that dog knew what he was doing when he gave me this” Dexter grinned, trailing his paws over the glittering walls. “I will need to come back”
Right as he uttered those words, he felt a heavy force collide into him, pinning him to the cave walls. Dexter barely had time to react before a collar was clipped around his neck, a paw held onto his throat, the other wrapped around his belly, knocking him to the ground. Dexter thrashed, working his best to kick off his assailant but he soon realized the collar was tethered to a pike, he couldn’t break free while fighting off his attacker as well. His grunts and groans echoed along into the cave, but no one would come, he was tricked, hunted for this. Stomak kept a nice firm grip from behind, so every time Dexter would struggle, roll to get free, did whatever he could think of with limited mobility - Stomak would be pressed right up behind, slowly taking away his oxygen, leaving him with less and less energy. Dexter could still breath but he was at a severe disadvantage.
Stomak continued to hold a tight grip, using it as leverage to pull his captive up close enough for him to growl, taunt into his prey’s ear. “That’s it pup. Submit to me.” He whispered into those floppy ears before burying his muzzle down, latching on and biting the aussie right on the shoulder. His claws extended, ripping through the aussie’s pants and shirt, leaving them shredded, they fell from around his body and Stomak pressed in close, crotch to rump, still holding a firm bite, and grasp on the aussies throat. The collar was special. Ever since Dexter had been eyeballed at the bar and Stomak laid eyes upon him the plan was in motion to capture and steal the poor pup.
Dexter felt his will slowly draining from him as the seconds rolled by, the actual struggle lasted only a few minutes with his depleting air leaving him weaker by the second. What finally did him in was a firm shove from Stomak right down into the ground Stomak nestled in close, back over his chest with a pair of leather cuffs locking Dexter’s paws together, preventing those flailing paws from causing any more trouble and near misses.
Tied up, weak, Dexter found that familiar paw pressed against his throat again, forcing his head up into the air. “About time you stopped struggling as much.” Stomak taunted, lining up that tapered tip of his cock with his new found prey’s tail, the struggle had excited the German shepherd that a good amount of pre already dribbled out, soaking the smaller canines tail which made it so much easier to sink in, slowly working to stretch Dexter out, inch by inch purposefully trying to elicit a reaction from the pup he was claiming. “You’re still a tight bitch, even after that time I used and left you tied up on the bar pole in display of others. You remember that? We met before pet. This is not a coincidence.” Stomak kept taunting as he sunk in more and more nestling his hips firmly up against his new found little bitch. Memories ran through Dexter’s mind, he had seen Stomak before, the night he was bought drinks his mind had been fuzzy that night but he remembers being tied up against a pole, left on display with his clothes stolen. His tail dripping seed for the rest of the night until closing time when he found by the staff. How could he have fallen for such a trap.
Dexter let out a raspy gasp out that even though echoed, fell on deaf ears. His mind began to wander, he had heard of cursed objects and realized the collar was draining him. Despite knowing this the ability to fend off the German Shepherd escaped him, he was pacified. “A-Ah nghhh L-Let go… get off. You tricked me!” He spoke, just as Stomak had wanted and with each word he made sure to thrust in a little bit more each time, eager to hear that canine under him gasp and whimper and moan each time.
“That’s it pup. Let me take you. Let me control you. I want you. You will be mine. Mine.” Stomak whispered into Dexter’s ears. Each thrust was met with another sentence that bounced along the whimpering aussie’s mind, rattling his diminishing will power. Dexter tried to pull free still, tilting his head side to side to regain his composure to move away from those taunting words whispering right into his ear but Stomak grabbed again, pulling Dexter up by the throat and onto his paws and knees. “No. No. None of that bitch. You are mine. You belong to me.” He taunted in a rougher manner. The force of his thrusts had him pounding in deeper and deeper. Soon it was not the echo of Dexter’s whimpers and whines that resounded through the cave, but the constant slapping of hips colliding against each other.
Dexter left a nice impression of his claws, that had dug into the dirt below him, he was trapped, and the collar was finally doing its work. Under him, with the constant slapping of a tapered thick tip pounding at his prostate, a heavy pool of his own pre spattered on the ground below him. Stomak noticed this as well. Stomak grinned lowering one his paws around his new prey’s glistening leaking cock and gave a few pumps, soaking his paw with pre and brought that same paw up to slip a few digits into Dexter’s hung open maw forcing that muzzle closed to make the aussie taste his own pre. “I think you’re liking this my little toy. Submit to me, pup. Give up.” Stomak pressed in closer and closer, still thrusting away with his now growing knot base slapping against Dexter’s poor abused tight tail.
Dexter’s eyes were wide open and that maw of his simply enclosed around those invading paw digits, suckling, swallowing the excess pre that coated those paws, it was instinct. How could he not at this point, resistance seemed so very not worth it and the collar felt so natural, so right. Right enough that when that knot slammed into his tail, locking, tying him to the German Shepherd he only had a moment of clarity. Stomak saw this this was grasped tight, tugging Dexter right up against his chest, Muzzle to ear. “Submit to me, pup.” he spoke it again it was slow, each word bounced. “Submit. To. Me. Pup”
Dexter tried to fight. “N-No” he spoke, but that knot soon pulsed, he felt it, every pulse flooded him with thick rope after rope of seed that spilled into him, and Stomak kept thrusting, not stopping, only growling into that exposed ear. “Submit pet.” Dexter broke with those final words. “I-I Yes master” The last words he spoke before Stomak collapsed pressing his paws onto his toys back and they fell down upon the ground, Stomak would remain tied, locked for quite some time, enjoying the ability to tease and stay locked within the pup he had been eyeballing for quite some time.
“I have a nice little basement where we can continue your training. Now call me master… one more time” Stomak teased, trailing the dull end of his claws along Dexters back and ear. “Y-Yes master…” Dexter spoke out, from the corner of his lust hazed spiraly eyes the image of Stomak, his owner was burned in. “That’s a good pet. You are mine. Mine.” He whispered once more.