dennis getting hurt while out on the street team is robby's last straw. he's done really well so far to keep a lot of his possessive urges at bay, and despite the fact that he officially owns dennis already, and the boy wears his day collar permanently, he's let him keep working and going outside. up until now. seeing his boy, his pup, his *property* with bruises marring the side of his face and blood on his lip flicks a switch in him. this can't ever happen again. it can't be allowed.
after demanding cctv footage be pulled up and arrests for assault made, he rushes his boy home for the last time. dennis will absolutely not be going back out into the world that wants to hurt him. robby knows how to keep him safe and warm and content, and he's going to do just that. his poor puppy is still sniffling in his arms and has eyes full of tears as his owner cleans him up, dabbing carefully at the cuts and making sure they're clean before wrapping an ice pack up and holding it on his boys face. he feeds dennis soft food and water (which may or may not have certain substances in to make the younger drowsy), and tucks him into bed, naked, to sleep. robby has things to prepare.
he gets out dennis's main collar- nearly two inches thick and made of stiff black leather- and also matching wrist and ankle cuffs that he'd kept hidden up until now. he wouldn't fasten them together at the moment, but would rather lock them on to dennis's limbs as permanent fixtures so he could be restrained whenever robby wanted. they'd be like his previous day collar. he also selected a tailor made cage for his boy's cock that he'd been withholding too- with the intention that it would only be removed for cleaning. his boy would never be vulnerable out in the world again, and would never spend a day unbound from his owner's restraints.
he settles on the bed and brushes his hand over dennis's beautiful curls. such a pretty boy. a delicate boy, something special to be protected. after such a near miss, it was clear that denny needed to be kept safe and sound right where he was. the younger barely sniffles as robby discards the day collar- it won't be of any use now that the pup will be permanently fully collared- and replaces it with the thick leather one. he tightens it enough that the pressure will be unrelenting, but that he can still slip a finger under it. good. he reaches behind him and picks up a light but strong chain, attaching one end to the headboard and the other to the back of the collar, locking it in place. his puppy looked good chained to the bed. he'd be staying there a while.
onto each of his wrists and ankles went the cuffs, not connected for now and so still allowing him full range of movement, but they were locked on too. the ones on his ankles also had the necessary hardware to be attached to a spreader bar, should robby choose. in the same manner, his boy's cock was also locked away from his touch.
standing back from the bed, robby surveyed his work. his puppy was collared and bound and ready to be a permanent pet. he'd never have to know the feeling of clothes again, or the feelings of stress and pain, or the scary things that happened outside. robby resolved that he'd even be the one taking his boy to the bathroom, holding his cock so that he didn't get any ideas. his body was already robby's to control, and now his entire life would fall under that umbrella. looking at denny's puffy nipples, he thinks about some piercings.
he settles himself against the headboard and cuddles his property into his lap, careful to arrange the chain so that it didn't get in the way. he snuggled and loved on his puppy until those blue eyes blinked open and the pup nuzzled into his chest. it didn't take dennis long to notice the heavy duty restraints on all his limbs, and the way his cock and neck were both bound and trussed up, locked in place.
"mmm... daddy..?"
"heyyyyy, my puppy baby, you feeling okay? need more painkillers sweetie?"
dennis wriggled a little and stared at his caged cock. robby watched carefully, but the puppy didn't seem distressed at all.
"staying here now?"
oh, his boy catches on quick! how smart of his little one. robby strokes his head again as he breaks the news.
"yeah, puppy, staying here now. you got hurt out there. it's not safe for pretty boys like you, so daddy's made the decision to keep you safe and sound. you see your collar and your cuffs?"
dennis nods sleepily, chain clinking behind him.
"they're staying on for good now baby. no more outside. you'll stay here with daddy and i'll make sure you've got your chain on too when you can. no more dr. whitaker. there's only daddy now, okay? only daddy and his puppy in his good boy restraints."
dennis yawns and seems unbothered, snuggling closer and enjoying the tug of his collar. his new cage hides the way he wants to chub up at the thought of having his wrists bound for his daddy and finally losing all his independence. he hopes robby locks them together soon.
"are you a happy pup, denny? you're happy here with me?"
robby is already smiling, seeing his boy isn't distressed (not that distress would've changed robby's mind about the complete captivity in any way) and petting down his back.
"mmm.. yeah. happy. puppy now."
"that's right baby! no more medicine, just a puppy. sleep now, pretty baby. daddy will get you all locked up proper tomorrow."
dennis smiles as he drifts off in robby's arms. robby, smitten as he is with his new 24/7 pet, still finds time to plan the next gear he should buy. maybe a chest harness would be good? or a full blown chastity belt? maybe both, to be honest. he had time now.






