#dog bath

[king-the-pathetic]

Soggy ouppy

[chocobochaserstories]

Juno got a bath! … because she ran into the tree line while playing and was covered in mud, dirt, and leaves.

But it’s worth it for a fresh, fluffy pup! (She was still slightly damp here)

[oldfarmhouse]

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[shadowisabean]

Nooooooooo 😭🐶

[thevisualvamp]

Bath time

[leidensygdom]

press f to pay respect to all the stinky dogs getting a bath

[sialiasnest]

Cheer up: here are pictures of my sopping wet, stark naked dog rolling in the warm sunshine on the lawn and shaking off after a bath

Apparently I am forgiven for the bath part

[4-kennels-canine-sapien]

WHAT’S BEST FOR THE BOY

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Arco stood still as his captors took another set of photos. This was the third or fourth set, he had lost track. Some of him on his hands and knees getting fucked on both ends. Some of him being forced to play with toys, stuffing himself and causing his cock to try and fight the tight cage it had been stuffed into. And one where the men had all taken turns writing slurs and insults on his body. He could still see the faded marker above his crotch that said “useless nub” and the word “faggot” down his left thigh. He shivered in horrified delight. This had all gone so much further then he expected and he was both scared and more turned on than he had ever been.

It had all started early that week. He had been talking to a friend about a kidnapping fantasy he had long had. He had described being grabbed from his home or the side of the road, bundled away and used by a group of strangers who used and abused him for their own pleasure. His friend had laughed and called him bitch boy and threatened to send some friends to his house. Arco had laughed at the time. But now.

Now he was miles from home. In a strange cabin in the woods. And the four men who had grabbed him from his bed in the dark of the night had spent the last several hours tormenting and teasing him showed little sign of stopping. They had stripped him in the van and gagged him with his own underwear, causing a steady leak of pre cum to dribble from his cock that they had then iced down and crammed his cock into a cage even smaller then his usual one. It reduced him down to button size and the men laughed it up watching him swell in the confines of its new prison, and telling him it was fitting that a cock that small be caged and out of they way so he could focus on serving the real men.

And serve he did. For the past three days, at least he thought it was three days, he had been fucked and made to suck every one of the men off at least once a day. And even when his tail hole or muzzle wasn’t being used he was being put to use other ways. One of the men would shackle him to the ground and use him a footstool, having Arco lick and worship his feet for an hour or two while he watched TV. Another would take him for long walks through the forest they were in. Arco was always kept on a short leash and completely naked, not that they ever gave him any clothes to begin with, and the man kept a long crop with him that could reach his most vulnerable parts. And he had wonderful aim.

Arco rather enjoyed those walks though. The man, he never gave a name, none of them had, had told Arco to call them all Sir if he was allowed to talk. The Sir who took him on these walks was caring and would frequently find nice places for them to rest and would let Arco relax at his feet and gently rub his hair and his hairy back. If one of the others had used him particularly hard recently the man would also do minor doctoring to Arco, letting him drink soothing herbal tea if his throat was sore and giving him a gentle back and shoulder rub if he had been in a stress position for a while.

But the Sir would also take his turn and bend the helpless pup over a tree and fuck him nice and hard, making Arco dribble pre cum from his caged little puppy parts and eventually have him begging to be bred. And the man would always laugh and grunt and Arco would feel the burst of warmth inside of him.

At night he was given a bath by one of the men. The dirt and grime and sweat of the day was gently washed off of him and his hair cleanened. Afterward he would be walked to the kennel in the corner of the living room and would crawl in. It was not large enough for him to stretch out but it was full of soft blankets and was very comfortable. He would usually be so tired he would pass right out..

The memories drifted through Arco’s head even as more photos where being taken. The men seemed to find it funny how two of them were smaller than Arco was but with his cock caged up tightly he looked so pathetic they enjoyed comparing their manhood to his both hard and soft. Arco was trying not to be excited but the teasing and humiliation was turning him on horribly. He felt the gentle drip from his cock and then one of the Sirs’ finger caught the pre cum and then moved it to his lips.

“Open up little fag pup, drink up” the man standing next to him said as he stuck his finger in Arco’s mouth.

Arco obediently opened up, having learned to obey or receive a hard swat to his ass or a slightly less hard swat to his balls. The first time he had tried to defy the men had resulted in a spanking that had left him sobbing like a baby and begging them to stop and promising to be a good boy. His ass was still slightly purple.

He felt a hand push down on his neck and he obediently sank into a crouch,where his arms and legs were spread wide exposing his balls and cock cage, “sitting pretty” as the men called it. He felt a hand ruffle his hair and try as he might to be annoyed at the treatment he leaned into it, making happy whimpering sounds and rubbing against the mans exposed crotch. He took this as an invitation and slipped his cock down Arcos muzzle in one smooth move. Arco instantly went right into the blowjob he had been taught to give, taking the entire length and making sure to make eye contact with the man. They all enjoyed him looking up and seeing his eyes through his hood. He was rarely allowed out of it and was even fed his meals through his hood. It was quickly becoming a part of him.

Arco was so focused on the cock in his muzzle he failed to see the man walk up behind him and pull his head back and slip two small objects under his hood and into his ears. His was pulled away from the mans cock and blindfolded and then the strongest of them lifted him up and carried him out the door and down the stairs into what Arco assumed was the basement. He had not been brought here yet and was curious but knew better than to remove anything put on him. Besides the locking paw mitts he wore almost constantly made it near impossible for him to manipulate anything more complicated then a chew toy.

He was placed on all fours across what felt like a padded saddle horse, and felt cuffs around his ankles and wrists, pinning him in place. He made a whimpering sound in the back of his throat, pitched so that it sounded curious. He had learned early on that “dogs don’t talk” and had the bruised butt to show for his mistakes. The man chuckled and spoke, his voice a sexy bass rumble that made Arco whimper again submissively and try to raise his ass for the man.

“Don’t worry puppy” the man said in his bass rumble “just starting the next part of your training. Gonna take away a few of those silly human thoughts you don’t need anymore. Like math. And spelling. And driving a car. And going to a bathroom. Dogs do their business outside.”

He said all this so matter of fact that Arco did not quite process it. As it sank in what the man had said he realized briefly his blindfold had been lifted and they had placed some kind of headset over his eyes. He began to struggle and squirm. A sharp CRACK echoed in the space as the man delivered a swift swat to his ass and he stopped moving, letting out a loud whimper of pain. The man pet his head and as he did Arco heard the sound of something being moved around behind him. Before he could wonder what it is he felt lube being rubbed on and in his tail hole. Bracing himself for a rough fuck he was surprised when nothing happened at first. Then he felt the tip of a toy enter his hole and rest there.

But not for long. With a soft whirring sound the toy began to move in and out of, just the tip but soon more until he felt a large knot and whimpered loudly in fear as it pressed against his hole but did not go in.

He started slightly when the headset began display rapid fire images. Boys on all fours. Pups in hoods. Pups getting pounded from both ends. Caged pups begging for cock. And several others he could only start to make out before it changed. Laid over them were words. Obey. Submit. Don’t cum. Slut. Puppy. Dog. Toy. Obey. Caged. Faggot. Submissive. Obedient. They flashed by just as fast, leaving then burned into his mind. He felt a hand lift his head up and the man spoke again.

“There we go all set up. I’m just gonna turn on the audio now and then you’re good to go. This should melt that little brain of yours into a nice puddle for us. Oh, and speaking of puddles.” The man said before lifting Arco up and feeding his caged cock through a hole in the furniture. “We put a pee pad below you for when your bladder control starts to go. No reason for puppy to leave a mess. Don’t worry about the toy. It’s not set to knot you until you’re well and truly gone. By then you will be craving it I’m sure. Have fun puppy.”

Arco heard a new voice from the headphones. It was soothing and seemed to bounce around his skull. Good boy. Obedient boy. Dogs don’t talk. Dogs can’t speak. You’re a dog. You can’t speak. Good dog. Submissive dog. You are a bitch puppy. You crave dick.

On and on it went as his hole was forced open more and more around the toy. He tried to squirm again or shut his eyes but he was strapped down tight and closing his eyes did not block out the voice. He tried to focus on other things but the voice crept back into his head. Good dog. Obedient dog. Submissive pup. Breeder pup. Bitch dog. On and on. Changing his thought. He began to rock back against the toy as best he could, his hole starting to crave being filled. His thoughts slowed. Without noticing his locked cock began to piss uncontrollably onto the floor, his bladder control reduced to that of a puppy.

Arco felt himself slipping away. He realized too late he had just pissed all over the floor. And the knot was starting to push itself in. Slowly over the course of several minutes Arco felt the knot push more and more against his hole until finally with a loud POP it pushed its way inside of him and began to press hard on his insides. He let out a loud resounding bark and from his caged bits shot a massive load onto the puppy pad. He felt his mind winking out and gave into it.

Hours past and the men came down to see how it was going. What they found was a barking, whimpering little puppy dog drooling slightly with the toy all the way to the base inside of him and several ruined orgasms worth of cum and pee on the pad they had put down. They smiled at one another and began to make plans for what to ultimatrly do with their new puppy.