The most of the male pups of the Paw Patrol were discussing how to excelling Chase from the team. Having enough of his leader's nonsense.


Rubble: Kick him out?


Zuma: no. Send him by boat?


Marshall: No, something better.


The pups were unable to think of anything before Rocky thought of something.


Rocky: bury him.


Marshall, Zuma, Rubble, Tuck, Rex: What?


Rocky: Chase needs to go, but can’t leave right? Why not mummify him and bury him somewhere secret?


Marshall: But where?


Rocky: somewhere quiet.


Zuma: Well, I know he would need to be away from water.


Tuck: deep and boxed away.


Rubble: maybe we can work it out? Do it step by step?


Rocky: And I got a plan already in mind~


The pups agreed to Rocky’s idea and began to make a plan with steps of getting Chase off the team, and go on with a peaceful life.




~~~~Next day, early morning~~~~






Chase was watching the sun rise, as it was the first light of the day as Marshall walked up to him. “Hey Chase.”


Chase: huh? Oh, hey Marshall, need something?


Marshall: Just wondering if you need some company?


Chase: That would be nice. Since I don’t know what might happen.


Both pups stayed quieted as they watched the sunrise. Marshall looked at Chase and thought for a moment. “If you had one day left, for ANYTHING, what would you do?”


Chase: hmm, well, a few things, but it could be impossible.


Marshall: Well, perhaps.


Chase: *sighs* but……. I want to get chastity caged, with the key gone in some way. A tattoo on my chest of a flame, but a tattoo of stars in a heart on my butt. Gagged in any way possible, and just finished up the day in whatever way someone wants to do to me.


Marshall: even if it means you wouldn’t be seen forever?


Chase just nodded as Marshall thought about it. It seems Chase had an unfinished list, and knew what to do. “Why not spend time with a different pup for each thing?”


Chase: you mean……….a last go?


Marshall: On your list, yes.


Chase was excited and jumped around. “OKAY!”


Getting Chase to say what he wants and needs before he disappears was step one. Step two began at dawn tomorrow.




~~~next morning, at 4:30 am~~~




Zuma’s POV: I had Chase laying in front of my pup house, getting his dick caged up tightly. “I’m guessing you wanted this for a long time?” I asked.


“Y-yeah,” he admitted, blushing it seemed. “But I couldn’t get my dick caged up since I was supposed to be the alpha. But since you and the other male pups want to help me fulfill my bucket list.”


“Well, it’s happening~” I said. I finished locking Chase’s dick up and held the key. “Now what should I do with this?”


“Anything really,” Chase said. “I just want my dick caged up for however long you want.”


“I’ll hold on to it for now,” I said, putting it in a box.


Chase’s new chastity cage was a small steel cage with no breather for his dick. Leaving him to wonder as Rubble came to walk with Chase to town. “This is going to go well~” I said, handing the box to Rocky, who was hiding behind my pup house.




Rubble’s POV: I walked with Chase to a tattoo shop in town, where he went for his tattoos, and something that I think will make him blush. After a few hours, Chase came out with his new tattoos. A huge flame on his chest, a heart with stars on the left side of his butt, and locks with ropes going along the center of his back. “How did you manage to get this Rubble?” Chase asked.


“Not saying~” I said with a giggle. “I figured you wanted something to go with those.”


“Thanks Rubs,” Chase said, hugging me.


I knew it was the first time he called me rubs, but I knew this wouldn’t be the last time he would be alone.


~9:30am~


Tuck’s POV: I took Chase to a place of fun. It was where subs get humiliated by doms. Being a sub I would be embarrassed. But today, I was a dom of a sub that was going to be seen one last time. The doms smirked as they played with the shepherd’s body, teasing him and wrecking his ass. After 45 minutes, the doms left chase alone and went to other subs. As I took Chase to get his butt plugged up I knew that Chase was going to be sore.


~~10:35 am~~


Rocky’s POV: I had Chase finish the food since he was left in my care. I made him a special batch of food to make him stuff for eternity, but never to digest. “Feeling okay?”


“Y-yeah, just getting full,” Chase said, finishing his food and pants. “M-maybe I shouldn’t eat as much as I did?”


“It’s okay. Just relax,” I said, trying to keep my own cool. I decided to find a way to keep Chase gagged, but knew it was too soon. “If you were gagged right now, how would you like to be gagged?”


“Well, I say somewhere between a cloth and a muzzle,” Chase said. “If a wad of cloth was shoved in my mouth, a ball gag shoved in to keep it in, zip ties to hold my mouth shut, bandanas or duct tape over my mouth, and a heavy muzzle to finish up.”


“Glued on?” I asked, wanting to hold back my urge to gag him now. Seeing Chase nod, I picked up a huge wad of cloth of every pup’s underwear, shoving it into Chase’s mouth. I put a blue ball gag in to keep it stuck and used 8 zip ties to get Chase’s mouth to shut on the wad and ball gag. “Don't move,” I said darkly. Seeing Chase not moving, I glued the ball gag and cloth in his mouth, having his lips stuck on them before wrapping duct tape on his snout. After 18 or 19 wraps, I put on a special glue and then a thick rubber muzzle and put it on Chase tightly, making him blush deeply. After making sure to glue over the muzzle on Chase’s face, I looked it over to make sure he couldn’t speak or moan. “Like this?” I asked, getting a nod. “Good, cause I’m not taking it off. Even after this.”


Picking up a leather muzzle and putting it on Chase’s gagged up face, and locking it tightly with a padlock. 


After that I grabbed one of my tools and cut the padlock out of the lock leaving the locking mechanism intact, now there was no way to open it by brute forcing a combination.




~~~12:05pm~~~




Rex’s POV: I helped Chase to the bridge where Rocky, Zuma, Rubble, marshall, and Tuck were. “Remember the keys for the muzzle and chastity cage?” I asked


Chase only nodded as Zuma showed the box. Passing it to Rocky, the mix breed wielded the box to be shut forever and looked at Chase. “Do you want to have them removed?” Rocky asked the gagged shepherd.


Shaking his head, Chase lowered his ears but knew it was for the best. Rocky dropped the box into the bay, where it sank to its other treasures, then he grabbed a glue tube and approached to chase an making him look at his face. 


"Sorry, but being your last time with us, you will never need again you dick" Then grabbed his balls and pulled up his tight metal prison and glued the keyhole shut forever.


 Now it was time for the final step.


~~~~10:30pm, deep in the forest~~~~


After that last word of Rocky. 


Rubble started using his rig to dig a deep hole. As the other pups were getting Chase tied up. Slowly, they had Chase standing on his hind paws as the ropes were too tight and heavy on the shepherd. Rocky had built a stand to hold the shepherd’s body in that specific position. Meanwhile Tuck and Zuma had trapped Chase’s paws in tight mittens and made sure the plug in his butt was sealed forever with glue while at the same time Rex and Marshall were double checking the rope work as Rocky was getting the final few items set up.


 Finally, everything was ready. Zuma helped Rocky bring the box which was made to hold the bound shepherd up. “Hope you're ready,” Rocky said. “Cause there is a bit more to this than it seems.”


Chase blushed as he was taken off the stand and into the box and tied in with little loops in the box made to hold something or someone inside it. Slow and steady, all the pups, who finished the hole, wrapped sticky wet bandages on Chase’s body. The 6 pups kept wrapping Chase until his head was only exposed. Zuma and Tuck waited as Rex while Rubble went to the hole and Rocky picked up a thich hood.


“Are you ready to be hooded up?” He asked with Chase nodding slightly with a blush between ears. “I’ll let you in on this. Me and the rest of the male pups are going to mummify you and bury you. The box you're in was made for mummified pups like yourself, with a little something~” Rocky leaned up to Chase’s left ear and whispered. “You’ll be stuck in clear resin as a mummy~ stuck forever in a box without a name. The box will have a clear cover to let you see how we literally put you in your grave~ so you best be ready~”


Chase knew that he wasn’t going to be able to get out alone. Rocky slammed ear plugs in Chase’s ears and put the hood over the shepherd’s head and unnecessary enough gluing it all up to make Chase look formless. Soon enough, Tuck and Zuma finished wrapping Chase’s head up in bandages as Rocky fixed the clear lid on the box. Securing it and trapping Chase in, Rocky opened a small hole above where Chase’s head was and carefully poured the clear resin in. Seeing the resin slowly fill the box, Zuma and Tuck giggled a bit as they knew Rocky had ways of trapping a pup and making them be forever young in their demise. 


It took a few hours, but Rocky finished filling the shepherd’s box with gallons of resin, seeing it all harden so quickly and hard to then replug the hole again. After setting and locking the thick cover on the box, the mix breed, chocolate labrador, the spotted dog  and yellow dog hauled it over to the hole, where Rex and Rubble lowered it in. It was around 29 feet(8,8 Meters) before it hit the ground. Then between the 6 pups filled the hole and patted it to level it out, leaving a mummified shepherd in his eternal prison.


“Now when he is found, he will be put in a museum for the rest of his eternal mummified life” Rocky said as he and the pups got ready to go. “Let’s head back before anyone figures this out.”


It was late when the 6 male pups returned to the lookout, but Rocky had one more trick up his sleeves. He pulled Zuma and Tuck into his pup house, where he did the final trick.




~~~~~~~~next day~~~~~~~~~




The museum had a new exhibit on hand, where everyone was allowed to see. In a big tank was a golden lab, formless at the face, chained to a rock without form to release. Looking gagged and unable to do anything, the golden lab had a chastity cage on his dick and legs spread wide, like he was forced into, with the word “Toy” carved on his chest. In another place, the brown pup, looking like a mer pup, was too deformed in the face, like the golden pup. The merpup’s tail was a bright blue with pink lines. Unlike the golden lab, the brown lab wasn’t caged up or bound. He looked like he knew where he was going with his dick fully hard and exposed and the word “Player” on his chest. The two pups were stuck and unable to move. The only thing that seemed different, was that the brown lab was a buffed dog looking like a dom, and the golden lab was all chubby, looking like a sub. Both pups were stuck in the position, in a heavy horny situation. The exhibit was called “The Merpup and his bound Prisoner,” but the person that made the exhibit never put his name down. But the people enjoyed it as it was unique and interesting. Soon enough, the museum directors had the 2-pup exhibit put in the underwater zone, where it blended more than a normal exhibit would.




~~~~~~~few months later~~~~~~~




Some diggers brought a box with a trapped mummy. It looked sealed up and ready. Looking like it was put to rest just yesterday, when really it was months. The box didn’t have a date nor name. The museum directors named it “The Bound Mummy Pup” as the mummy looked like a pup of some kind. It was put in the Egyptian area of the museum, as it was stuck for the rest of its life. Little did anyone know, the mummy pup was someone who vanished from the Paw Patrol, and a new police dog was brought in. Rocky was happy to see Chase was found and put up as a display, knowing the shepherd couldn’t do much but be stuck.


“You seem happy love~” a big buff Bernese Mountain Dog named Hank said as he walked up to Rocky and hugged him from behind.


“Say my slut~” Rocky said, grabbing Hank’s caged dick. This movement caused him to moan. “Look at you~ all big and buff, yet you submit when your dick is caged up~”


“I-I just love it when you tease me,” Hank said.


“And you love it when I make you a bitch~” Rocky said, pulling a dildo muzzle from his puppack and putting it on Hank’s face, making sure he was gagging on the dildo hard. “Cause you are just my slutty puppy when we get THIS kinky~~”


Hank could only blush as Rocky blindfolded him tightly and put earplugs in his ears, bending him over, with ass raised, and teasing him roughly. As much Hank hates to show it, he loves being humiliated in public. But for Rocky, it was only the start of their newly found lives~