Chase was resting under the bridge, not wanting to be seen. He stayed hidden from everyone, since he made a mistake that cost him his job. He stayed under the bridge, until he felt 5 sharp things hit the back on his neck and back. He groaned before passing out. When Chase woke up a few hours later, he found himself tied to a table, in a house he didn’t recognise. “So you woke up, huh?” A voice came. Chase looked to the source of the voice and came face to face with Marshall and Zuma. “We heard about your………….incident. We want to help you recover from it.” “And we know about youw mute pwoblem” Zuma said. Chase lowered his ears, knowing they knew what was wrong with him. “How evew, we came fow you about something~” Chase looked puzzled before Marshall rubbed his belly. “Your overdue on your punishment, so if you like, you can let Zuma and I take care of it or-” Chase was nodding before Marshall finished his question. “Naughty boy~~~” Zuma said as he and Marshall blindfolded and ball gagged Chase up tightly. Marshall dealt with Chase’s lower area while Zuma dealt with the upper body. Zuma put a collar on Chase’s neck, tight mittens on his front paws, nipple clamps on his nipples, and a harness. Zuma looked at Marshall, who had put tight mittens on Chase’s hind paws, a cage on his area, and fishnet-like stockings. Chase’s face was light red and his tail wagged some. That was until Marshall grabbed it and pulled at it. “Zuma, get the bottle~” “On it!~” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zuma and Marshall had glued Chase’s tail to his back and put him on hooks to have the blind and gagged shepherd more exposed. Chase was more red in the face, not able to see what was happening to him. Zuma grabbed a bucket and a few items from the closest while Marshall made Chase more vulnerable than ever. The dally made Chase have his belly exposed along with his armpits. Chase, who was embarrassed, tried to stay still as possible. Zuma came back with the items he needed, and Marshall left to grab one more item. “Weady Chase?” Zuma asked, getting a nod for a reply. The brown lab put a thick piece of duct tape over Chase’s currently gagged mouth, keeping the gag on tighter than ever, then taking a brush, putting and spreading some ultra strong glue to keep Chase gagged up for a very very VERY long time. It didn’t take long for Zuma to have Chase unable to see or speak. He looked at his phone, seeing a text from Marshall, saying ‘If he’s eyes and mouth are taking care of, do the ears.’ Zuma just smirked and rolled a cart over. There were five candles, all lit around a dish. Zuma picked up a clean brush, used it to scoop a globe of the liquid in the disk before putting it in Chase’s ears. Chase wasn’t sure what was going on his ears, but they felt like they were getting hard and not allowing him to hear for some reason. Zuma kept going until he fully covered Chase’s ears in the resin, letting it hard and preventing him from hearing what was around him. Chase let it happen, but now was confused on what was going on. When Marshall came back, he showed the item to Zuma, who smirked and nodded. Chase, still in confusion, didn’t know Marshall came back, but felt a tight item going onto his head. Zuma and Marshall were putting a tight latex head mask to seal Chase’s head up tightly, having a tube to his nose to let him breath, before putting Chase onto the floor. Chase was trying to feel his way around, but only bumped into a few items before getting yanked by the collar by Marshall. He could feel Marshall putting him in something before wandering around again. Feeling the area was small, Chase couldn’t help but try to get out, which was more hard being unable to see, hear, or speak, and it didn’t help him much that Marshall and Zuma put the lid on the box. “How long should we leave him in there?” Marshall asked. “I think about 9 hours, that should give us mowe than enough time to get the final item weady,” Zuma said. “I like your thinking, Zuma~” Marshall said. The 9 hours, Zuma and Marshall were getting a big tank set up, one that was meant for disobedient pups who cause trouble. They got everything set up but one pup. After the 9 hours were up, they opened the box. Zuma put Chase’s hind legs together in a latex tight fish like tail before letting Marshall hot glue a breather for Chase, locking it on him tightly. Chase was only a blushing mess, taking in his fate of what Marshall and Zuma were planning. Little did he know, Zuma and Marshall would be turning him into a main attraction as well as a slut. Marshall put a few vibrators into Chase’s rear before letting Zuma do the hot gluing and plugging of Chase’s rear with a plug. Chase felt the plug in his rear, but couldn’t do anything about it. Finally, Marshall and Zuma put Chase in the tank, having him tied up tightly while his fishtail end was bound to a rock. He couldn’t do anything about what Marshall and Zuma were doing, but he felt water going around his upper body. Only to wiggle, Chase tried to swim, but couldn’t. The water soon covered Chase, having the poor shepherd look like a bound up merpup. As soon they got Chase taken care of, Marshall turned on the vibrators, making Chase jump a bit. Both Zuma and Marshall could only watch Chase in his new punishment they made by themselves. “Should we tell Wydew?” Zuma asked. “Nah, he’ll find out later,” Marshall said. “Besides, he knows he can punish Chase in our own way.” “Twue,” Zuma said. “But I think he needs more punishment.” “Add what you want Zuma,” Marshall said. “I’m not stopping you, as long we don’t shock the water.” Zuma put in a lot of fish into the tank, letting them swim around as Chase just wiggled and bobbled around, still bound to the rock. Zuma switched the rock with chains to keep Chase stuck longer, but put a heavy amount of metal, gold, and diamond on his bound up body before leaving the tank. “I had those heavy items for a long time. Now, Chase will suffew to it,” the brown lab said with a smirk. “Agreed~” Marshall said. --------7 days later------- Marshall and Zuma’s punishment for Chase was to be a captured ‘merpup’ and to be humiliated. Chase did feel humiliated, but in more ways than he thought. He didn’t mind being used as a fake merpup, but he felt silly and unable to escape his fate. He went a week without being fed or water, but he knew Marshall and Zuma would take care of him. He felt either Marshall or Zuma touching his face before he felt a tube being stuffed into the side of his mouth. He felt a liquid go in his mouth and down his throat. He felt his belly expand before the tube was pulled out and a hard smack on his face, with something plugging the hole to keep Chase’s mouth shut. Both pups knew Chase was forever stuck and left him as a tied up merpup, being used for an attraction, serving his punishment. Chase’s punishment was in play, and he wasn’t going to leave anytime soon.