Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2018 14:17:15 +0000
From: Pup Poka <backbenchbob@outlook.com>
Subject: Pup Poka - Part 1

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Pup Poka - Part 1

I shuddered as I stood there in the wood, facing a tree, hands on my head,
and dressed in a white t-shirt and shorts - just as the e-mail had
instructed. My socks and trainers lay on the ground, beside me, and I stood
with my legs slightly apart.

The e-mail from my new master had detailed my dress and stance. And as his
new pup, I was required to stick rigidly to his every instruction - any
carelessness would be punished severely. No matter what happened, I was not
to speak or move. I was to remain in the wood, by the path, until his
arrival.

I wasn't sure what time my new master would arrive. I was just instructed
to be there at noon. If he hadn't arrived by one o'clock, I was to leave.

I waited anxiously, almost certain that someone would see me standing there
- the path looked well used. I wouldn't even be able to tell if it was him
approaching. I began to worry as I imagined the reaction I would get from a
dog walker, when he or she discovered a skinny, semi-clothed 19-year-old
facing a tree, with his hands on his head like a naughty schoolboy.

The advert I placed on the website, asking to be trained as Pup Poka, was
triggered by my wayward hormones. I had seen Pup Nerd and Pup Troy being
trained by Master Jax, and so wanted to be a part of their submissive
world. Hanging naked from a dungeon ceiling by chains and leather straps;
spread-eagled on a bondage bench and milked; captured and machine fucked on
a fuck-bench for hours on end.

Suddenly, I gasped as a hand reached between my legs and grabbed me by the
balls. My musing had allowed Master Jax to sneak up behind me undetected.

'Don't move, pup,' he said. 'I need to check out your assets, so stand
perfectly still.'

I froze as the man ran his hands over my shorts, squeezing my arse-cheeks
and gently stroking my stem as he did so.

'Good pup,' he continued. 'Nice cock and ball set, and a nice piece of
arse. You're gonna look great, lying naked in my new sling. Now, you can
walk away and no more will be said. Or, you can stay put and become Pup
Poka, my submissive creature.'

I remained still, unsure that I was doing the right thing. His hand was
still squeezing my left arse-cheek as I pondered my risky decision.

'Open your mouth, pup,' he ordered.

I opened my mouth and something was pushed in, hard. A leather strap was
then placed over the object to hold it securely in place.

'Stay absolutely still,' he whispered, 'or you'll get hurt. And we wouldn't
want that. Well, not yet.'

A leather blindfold was fastened over my eyes. I then felt the man unbutton
and unzip my shorts, so that they fell to the ground. My t-shirt was then
cut and ripped from my body in double-quick time, which left me completely
naked.

Suddenly, he pulled me away from the tree and onto the path. I felt myself
being pushed along the path, moving deeper into the wood. Some three or
four minutes later, I was forced down, and bent over a hard surface. I
imagined it to be a fallen tree, as it felt like rough bark against my bare
chest. My legs were then spread apart.

My cock was rock-hard as it bounced around beneath my belly. A hard slap
across my arse-cheeks was the precursor to a pair of steel handcuffs being
fastened around my wrists, securing my arms behind by back. Without a word
from him, my arse-cheeks were then stretched apart, and I suddenly felt an
object being pushed into my unlubed hole. I tried to resist the intruder,
but suddenly I both felt and heard a whip land across my bare back.

'Not a sound, boy,' he ordered. 'A wimp like you can cry all you want, but
do it in silence.'

I gasped as the object was rammed home, into my anal cavity. I then felt a
collar being secured around my neck, and fastened by chain to the fallen
tree trunk. I tried to lift my head, but found that I couldn't. I began to
get worried, 'What if someone found me like this?' I thought. 'Was he still
there? Was he going to leave me chained up like this?' I couldn't hear him.

I waited and waited, but nothing. I then heard someone approaching a good
while later.

'Still here, I see,' he said. 'I nearly forgot all about you.'

The object was pulled sharply from my arsehole, and then I felt him move in
front of me. My gag was removed, and the warm object from my arse was
stuffed into my mouth. It could have been something else in my mouth, but I
doubt it.

'Suck it clean, pup,' he said. 'Clean that rubber butt-plug properly.'

I began to suck on the butt-plug and lick it clean.

'Keep it in your mouth, boy,' he ordered. 'Just like a gag.'

I then heard him move behind me again, as the sound of a zipper being
unfastened filled the air.

Suddenly, and without warning, his cock entered my anal cavity. It could
have been a dildo, but I very much doubt it. He sighed as he grabbed my
hips and power-fucked my rear-end. I was sweating like a pig as he humped
my arse with a ferocious rhythm. Then, after some ten minutes, he flooded
my inner sanctum with his seed.

'You're definitely coming home with me, boy,' he said, as he released the
chain holding me in place. 'I'm going to fuck you up hills and down dales,
and then I'm going to fuck you some more.'

He dragged me to my feet and removed my blindfold and improvised gag.

'Look around you, pup,' he continued. 'Your shorts, socks and trainers are
now in my van. So you're gonna walk along the path, handcuffed and in the
nude, until you reach my van. If we meet any dog walkers on the way, ignore
them. Just follow me to the van with this stick in your mouth.'

The wooden stick was some ten-inches long and covered in dirt from the
path. It had clearly been chewed on by a dog or two.

I began to panic, but the whip across my arse and upper thighs ensured that
I bit down on the stick as I put my best foot forward. Luckily, we never
passed a soul on our way to the van.

'You'll be released tomorrow,' he said. 'I'll drive you back here around
noon.'

I was too concerned with my walk across the car park to focus on his
assurance of freedom. In reality, he was going to keep me locked up for a
very long time, and I was going to be used and abused in all kinds of
ways. The man was a hard-nosed bastard, with no redeeming qualities. I was
now his submissive fuck-toy, and whipping boy.

'Good boy,' he said, as he opened the back door of the van and ordered me
inside.

I clambered inside the van and fell flat on my face, with my feet still
outside the van. He lifted my legs, bending them at the knees, and forced
them inside. The van door slammed shut as I squirmed around in the dark.

* * *

I bumped around in the back of the van for quite a long time. The metal
floor was cold and uncomfortable, but I did manage to straighten out my
legs by edging myself forward.

Suddenly, the van stopped - I figured we were at his house. I heard him get
out but then nothing. A good while later, I heard a car pull up alongside
the van. Voices came and went as the men outside opened and closed car
doors, then the van's door opened and in came another naked pup. He, like
me, clambered inside the van and fell flat on his face. However, he had a
much softer landing than I did.

'Get your feet up, boys,' said Master Jax. 'Master Bolt wants to try out
his new riding crop.'

Pup Oik cried out in pain as the leather crop came down on the soles of his
bare feet. I tried not to scream, but the pain overwhelmed me within
seconds. I was only struck six times, but that was enough to make me black
out.

I was way too weak for this sort of punishment, but there was no way out
now.

When I came round, Pup Oik was trying to fuck me up the arse. He was really
trying his best, but neither one of us was in a good position to breed.

'You okay, pup?' asked Oik. 'You fainted, so I tried to bring you round
with my dick. I couldn't use my hands, because of the cuffs, so I figured a
quick poke might help.'

'Oh, yeah!' I snapped, as I forced him off me with a sharp buck of my
arse. 'This bondage lark isn't so great after all.'

'You scream like a girl,' he said, 'so they're going to punish you all the
more. I twist and turn, and cry, so I get whacked a lot. The bastards like
hurting us wimps, so you better get use to it. I've been held for nearly
six months now.'

'Six months!' I cried. 'No, that ain't right.'

'Nearly six months,' he corrected me. 'And don't even think about
escaping. They'll light you up like a Christmas tree if you try to run
off. Your cock will be giving off sparks when they throw the switch, and
they'll probably jolt you up the arse as well.'

'Fucking great!' I snapped. 'Psycho bullies and electricity. Fucking
great!'

'Now, can you get up on your knees?' he asked. 'In a wedge position. I can
probably fuck you, if you can raise your arse up.'

I looked at him in disbelief. He still wanted to fuck me, even though our
wrists were cuffed behind our backs and we were still bumping around in the
back of the van.

* * *

Pup Oik was still after my arse when the van reached its destination. I
blinked as the sunlight poured in through the open door and a leash was
attached to my collar.

'Come on, pup,' said Master Jax, as he tugged, pulled and dragged me out of
the van. 'Let's get you hung up in the barn for the night. We can start
your training in the morning.'

My feet were still hurting as I was led across the farm yard and into the
old barn.

'Over here, pup,' he said, as he pulled me over to a spot where several
chains and ropes hung down from a timber crossbeam. He attached a chain to
my collar and began pulling it over the beam. This forced me to stand up
straight, to allow an anal hook to be shoved up my arse. The rope tied to
the hook and the chain were both secured to timber uprights.

'Right, raise your left leg,' he ordered. 'I need to tie it off.'

When finished, I was hopping around with the sole of my foot fully
exposed. The anal hook kept me from hopping too far off the perpendicular.

'Yes,' he said. 'That stance should be okay for Master Bolt's session
tomorrow. Now, let's get you down from there and hung up in a net sack for
the night.'