Part 1: Captured Pups






Chase and Marshall were talking about what to do before both were knocked out by sleep darts. Neither one of them saw each other when they woke up. Chase woke up in complete darkness, but felt a wood-like floor. He smelled around, now knowing he was in a barn. He was gagged and blindfolded up, while tied up. His captureds had brought him for something important.


“Behave and you might be with your dalmatian friend,” one said.


Chase realized Marshall was around as well, but quickly behaved, trying to get free with as little notice as possible. Three days passed and Chase had to be fed once a day, being given a big meal. Chase knew that his captures wanted something, but didn’t know what. That was until they picked him up and put him in a car, driving to a different location, one that didn’t smell like a barn or any place he had been before. He felt getting untied but something that was shot-like was put in his neck. He couldn’t move, due to being in fear. He couldn’t hear what his captures were saying, but they put him on something. “You're lucky you're having a seat,” one said, leaving Chase in confusion, while feeling his body grow hot. “You've got a serum in your body that makes one’s body grow hot and horny, so you're unable to control it. Now you won’t be allowed to deal with it.”


As much as Chase wanted to fight, he couldn’t stir up the strength to do so. The serum made his body hot, horny, and hard in a certain area. He got tied to the chair he was sitting in with legs wide apart. He felt something slowly taking his member and sucking him off, being chained to stay in a close range and making Chase pant. Chase couldn’t help but moan.


“You’re little playmate won’t hear us, and you won’t either~ Unless you want something before we go, something we can put it alone, okay?~” a gruff voice of one of the captures said.


Chase could only nod while moaning, not knowing that the tape gag was stuck on him real good and something went to his butt. Chase could feel who ever sucking him off was not stopping before the captures put headphones over his ears, not letting Chase hear anything. Once he came, he could only pant as the figure sucking him was moved, but something went on his member, something that made Chase stay hard: a cockring. He felt it being put on and something was put in his member, making him moan some. The only thing he could do was receive what was given to him. Chase felt pleasure course through his body as he leaked a load, not wanting to to fight back, but trying to control his body again, which was little success. He knew his captures wouldn’t let him go without a reason before Chase passed out. Not knowing what might happen next.














~~~~~Where Marshall was during Chase time~~~~~


Marshall was blindfolded and ball gagged, bound to a wall with little chance of an escape. He thought his captures would do something to get money, but found out a muzzle was put over his gagged up mouth, then something on his member.


“No fighting and you’ll be fine~~” one of the captures said.


Marshall whimpered in fear as he tried to hold in his moans as something on his member began to pump. After a whole day, Marshall managed to get 19 thick loads milked out of him with the 20th used for his capture’s special treat. Little did Marshall know, he got the muzzle and ball gag taken off, but felt a ring gag put on instead and a shot as well. He felt something covering his ears, but knew that they were going somewhere far. When they got to the location, he felt his front paws get tied behind his back and forced onto his knees, having someone’s member in his mouth.


“Start sucking, slut” a voice said through the headphones.


Marshall did as he was told, knowing he would get hurt if he didn’t. He kept sucking until the figure he was sucking from came hard into his mouth. Soon, Marshall was forced off and put on something, going into his butt making him moan some. Before the ring gag was taken off, the captures talked before putting a tight muzzle on Marshall. The men put Marshall in the back of one car and drove to a different location.


Meanwhile, Chase’s captures did the same, but instead of a muzzle, they left the tape gag. Chase felt himself being put in a vehicle before being taken to a location that was far. Both Chase and Marshall had the headphones taken off them before getting a milker on each of them, on their members. Marshall was scared while Chase was a panting heat heat mess. Both pups were getting milked at the same time, but only one was needed for something. It took some hours before Chase was milked more than Marshall. The captures ungagged both pups and had them facing each other.


“No words you two. Only something that gives us a sign you're ready to go,” the gruff voice said.


Chase, not knowing who was in front of him, kissed Marshall deeply with the tongue, which Marshall returned. Both pups were pulled away before being knocked out. Both woke up a few hours after the whole kissing session. Marshall was craving more for who kissed him, and Chase was still a horny mess. Both were separated again, in two different rooms in a huge building. The captures have Chase bound in cuffs, having him laying on his stomach and unable to move, still hard as a boulder. Marshall was in a different room, bound to a bed, but his member caged up and stuck in a soft position. The captures had Marshall stuck in place on a bed while he was being written on in markers. Chase, on the other hand, was hard and excited. The captures said if he could find something to plow a few huge loads in, then they would put him into his normal state. But Marshall’s deal was different: the captures said if he got a few huge loads plowed in him, then he could be sent home. Both pups were ring gagged, and were excited. When Marshall was done being written on, the captures wrote on Chase, even on his member. When all was done, the captures let Chase out of the cuffs. Chase could only follow a slutty smell of an omega. Chase found the source and pounced on it, kissing it deeply. Marshall was caught by surprise, but returned the kiss. The captures watched from cameras as Chase plowed more than a few loads into Marshall, smirking before having sleeping darts shooted at both pups.


Both of them were out like lights for 5 hours, which gave the captures time to put a serum in Chase to calm him down and one in Marshall to be a slutty omega. When they both woke up, they felt normal, but looked around, seeing each other at a cave below the lookout.


“You don’t think we got used as subjects, do you Marshall?” Chase asked.


“I hope not.” the dally replied, groaning while rubbing his sore, now plugged up rear. “I had to be milked and get huge loads dumped in me by some big dog.”


Chase was just crimson after that. “I got milked too, but I came in someone’s mouth, then got milked, then plowed a few loads in someone, kissing them as well.”


“I kissed someone as well,” Marshall said.


Both pups blinked before knowing what happened. “I see you found out what you did with each other” a voice came. Both Chase and Marshall looked to see a speaker with a camera. “A shame our fun ended. If you ever are here again though, we might go a few more rounds with you both.”


“What are you saying?” Chase asked, seeing what was written on him and Marshall.


“I’m saying that you both were great subjects to test our serum on,” the voice said through the speaker. “But we might not let you go again for some time.”


Chase and Marshall looked at each other before Marshall let out a yawn. Chase moved Marshall to another cave, out of the one camera's view and cuddled with Marshall. “What do you want to do Marshall?” he asked.


“I don’t mind if we do it again, just as long as you are the only one to dump your loads in me,” Marshall said. “I kinda have wet dreams of you domming me, but I never thought they would come true like this.”


“Maybe we'll get some sleep and we’ll see tomorrow?” Chase asked, getting a nod from Marshall.


Both pups fell asleep, but didn’t know that their captures were still around. They didn’t know where they were before Marshall couldn’t see anything and gagged again by a ring gag, Chase wasn’t gagged, but blindfolded as well. Both pups didn’t know what happened, but felt a hand on their body before a needle poked them, having the serum being put in.


“Time for more test then~”
















Part 2: Bound In Latex


Chase and Marshall were talking with Zuma, telling him about the club and the weird serum test they both did. The chocolate lab found it hard to believe, but found them interesting. “And you both didn’t know until you woke up in that cave?” he asked, after Chase and Marshall finished talking about the serum test.


“Yep, and it was fun, well, for one of us at least,” Chase said, knowing Marshall was still sore.


“You didn’t know it was me and we had serum in us to be tested. Which made us different in our own way,” Marshall said


Chase had gone bigger, buffer, and stronger while Marshall had gone sluttier, needy, and hungry, and also having a huge bulging belly filled with loads that Chase put in him.


“Yeah, but, you might get emptied.” Chase said, with sadness.


“Those guys had us for who knows how long, but at least they gave us something nice,” Marshall said, nuzzling the big shepherd who nuzzled back.


Zuma watched before feeling something hit him in the back to pass out. Chase and Marshall had the same thing before passing out.




~~~~~~~~~~~~~At the building~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~




Zuma woke up and saw nothing but darkness. “Where-” “Calm down, your friends are fine, but you are new to this.” A voice said, catching Zuma off guard. He felt a muzzle being put on him before struggling in his restraints. Unsure of where he was, Zuma felt something being put in his neck, not knowing it was a type of serum. He felt weak all over, but wasn’t sure why. He felt a tube being put into his nose for breathing propesses, and something tight slowly being put on him. Zuma felt a tube in his rear but it got removed after the tight thing finished being put on his body. Zuma fell to the floor and tried to feel around, only feeling nothing but a smooth surface. The captures put Zuma on a tray on all fours, having his feet super glued on tightly. Zuma felt…...happy? ‘That’s not wight. I’m supposed to feel scawed.’ He thought. The serum in his body made him feel happy, unveiling his liking for the suit and not being able to move. Zuma felt his member get locked up tightly before knowing what was happening. Zuma felt his body getting stiff all over. Zuma felt the captures get his nipples and butt get exposed. He couldn’t fight back as he felt his butt get stretched and aroused. The captures put a coating on his rear to keep it open. Zuma couldn’t do much as he felt his body get bound in tight straps and a chamber of some kind. He couldn’t fight out of this as he felt the captures roll a cart out from somewhere.






~~~~With Chase~~~~








The captures were having Chase bound in a tight suit, but with a free mouth. Chase would ask, but he couldn’t due to pleasure. The captures made sure Chase was hard and horny. Chase could tell that he was going to be used in a test for something but didn’t know what. He couldn’t see and was weakening to his pleasure. The longer Chase took to grow weaker, the more his captures can get him set up.








~~~~with Marshall~~~~








Marshall was bound and blindfolded, not allowed to move from his prison. Marshall didn’t mind, but he was getting locked up at his member and his rear exposed. The only thing he liked to be was Chase’s cum dump. Marshall, too, had his mouth free, but not aloud to speak. The captures were making sure Marshall was trapped in the tight item, and not allowed to be free. Marshall couldn’t help but pant, finally feeling safe and ready for his shepherd.




The captures had Marshall bound to four poles to keep him off the ground, Chase in chains while being guided, and Zuma turned into a pup-like statue. Zuma didn’t know what was going on, but he felt something go in his butt and a machine getting turned on. He felt something getting put in his rear, but tried to hide the moans. He only failed to hide when one of the captures smacked his butt, making him moan loud.


Chase, still guided by chains, was panting heavily. He was given a few drinks to make him in a deep area of heat. He was panting hard, but a cockring was put on his member to keep him hard. The captures forced Chase to dom Marshall with the chains still guiding the poor shepherd.


Chase and Marshall kissed deeply as Chase plowed Marshall, having both pups moan. The captures made sure to record every moment of the two pups, as well as Zuma. Zuma was panting and moaning, being used as a statue for piss, with the words ‘Piss Slut’ on him. Chase was panting hard, still kissing Marshall, with ‘Buff Boy’ on him. Marshall was moaning and kissing Chase, having ‘Alpha’s Cum Dump’ on him. The three never got a rest until they were knocked out and woke up 7 hours back in the lookout. Zuma found a strap bag on him, looking in it and found it. Chase brought Zuma and Marshall to his puphouse to see what was on the disk, which was them in the latex suits, but saw what was on them. All three pups blushed and looked at each other.


“So, what now?” Zuma asked, nervous what might happen next.


“Rest in here?” Marshall asked.


“I have another bed, so one of you is bunking with me,” Chase said.


Marshall and Zuma agreed and Chase got the bed set up. Zuma slept on the bed while Marshall slept with Chase. “Hey Chase,” Zuma said quietly


“Yeah Zuma?” Chase asked.


“Do you think we could try it?” Zuma asked. “The whole buff boy and two slut thing, I mean?”


“Well, only if Marshall wants to,” Chase said. “And I wouldn’t mind, but it would come with a cost.”


Zuma nodded and fell asleep. Marshall purred in his sleep, but Chase stayed awake. ‘Time to get things set up~’ he thought.




~~~~~~~In the morning~~~~~~~




Zuma woke up, finding himself tied to a few poles with a tarp underneath him. “What the?”


“Good morning~” Chase said, walking out of the closet with…….a harness?


“What’s going on dude?” Zuma asked.


“Remember what we talked about last night?” Chase asked, getting a nod from Zuma. “Well, I talked to Marshall, and he likes the idea of what we talked about, but only on something you like to agree on.”


“Which is?” Zuma asked.


“You wear a gag I put on you, okay?” Chase said with a smirk.


“What kind?” Zuma asked, hoping it was something that could stay on.


“Tape gag,” Chase said, grabbing a roll of tape and superglue.


“What’s with the glue?” Zuma asked in confusion.


“If you want it to stay on for a LONG time, then I can glue it to stay on you,” Chase said with a smirk.


“Yes please!” Zuma said, wagging his tail. “Gag me up master~”


That was enough to get Chase to glue and duct tape Zuma’s mouth shut, putting more glue over Zuma’s now taped up mouth, sealing his mouth to be gagged forever. Chase smirked and rubbed Zuma’s belly. “Now you know it won’t come off right?” Chase asked, getting a nod from Zuma. “Good, because now I’ll stuff you like I’ll stuff Marshall~~~~”


Zuma looked over to see Marshall, bound in pink cuffs to hooks, and a taped up mouth as well and with a blindfold over the dally’s eyes. Zuma whined a little before things went black on him. He felt Chase putting glue on over his head before taking a hair dryer to make the glue hard. Zuma didn’t know what to think, but soon realized what Chase was up to: blindfolding him before having any fun. Chase had fun stuffing both Marshall and Zuma up. Sometimes, he invited a few street dogs to come over to relieve themselves in Zuma and leave a load or two in Marshall. Chase marked Marshall as ‘Cum Dump Slut’ and Zuma as ‘Piss Dump Slut’, knowing both pups are happy with their new roles in Chase’s home. They know that Chase will have them stuffed like turkeys, but Chase plans to stuff them till they pop or reduce them to sluttier positions. But that’s another story, for another time…..