Crate training

Jennifer pulls you along down the hall. You try your best to keep up but her pace is quick, you can’t help thinking it’s on purpose, as she tugs the leash harder with every step. You give out a sigh of relief when she finally stops at a closed door.

“I have to go out for a little bit.” Jennifer says as she puts her hand on the doorknob. “And since you’ve proven that you can’t be trusted alone for even a minute, you’ll need to be crate trained.”

She opens the door to reveal a room, practically empty with the exception of a single cage. With a tug on your leash she leads you into the room. The closer you get to the cage the more you notice its size, It’s small, short and narrow. Jennifer opens the cage door.

“In!” She commands.

You hesitantly approach, not fully confident that you’ll even fit inside. Jennifer tugs hard forcing you into the entrance. You’re only in up to your shoulders and it’s already a tight fit. Jennifer unhooks your leash and pulls it out through the cage bars. She then gives you a strong smack on your ass, encouraging you to wedge the rest of the way inside. It’s just as small as it appeared from the outside, You are unable to move, the tight fit keeping you on your hands and knees in the perfect standing dog position. Your head is pressed against the bars. You notice the bars are curiously spaced wider right where your face rests.

“Well aren’t you lucky, It’s a perfect fit!” Jennifer says.

Cold bars press against your ass as Jennifer closes the door behind you, a loud latching sound follows. Moments after, you see Jennifer again as she crouches down in front of you.

“Comfy?” She asks. Her smile indicates that she’s enjoying your punishment. “I’ll be back in a little bit.” Jennifer pats the top of the crate and stands back up.

“Keep an eye on her for me.” You here Jennifer say. You’re unable to turn to see who she’s talking to, but it’s pretty obviously Spike since as soon as you here her foot steps exiting the room, Spike walks into your sight line. He stares directly at you and you see the look in his eyes again, that smug glare, resulting from the proud smile you're sure he’s hiding behind his hood. You have so many things you want to say to him, but you’re not ready to see what other punishments await you.

“Woof” Spike says in the most casual, human like tone you’ve heard from him yet, further confirming his smugness.

You’re not surprised to see that he’s hard again already, though you are a little surprised that your eyes immediately went to check. He stretches a bit before leaping up, resting the top half of his body on the roof of the crate. You are now face to face with his hard member. The space in the bars gives it enough room to make full contact with your face as he wipes it up from your chin to your forehead. You are quickly reminded that Spike has not had a bath as the smell of his cock is overwhelming… but not bad. In fact, you find yourself enjoying the berate of scents, from his natural musk to the smell of your own ass. So much so, that you feel a jolt of pain from the other small cage around your dick.

Spike lines up his cock directly in front of your mouth, again, you surprise yourself, as without even a second thought, you open wide. He moves in, touching the tip to your tongue. The taste hits you the same way the smell did, it still seems crazy to you, but you’re loving it. You immediately begin licking as much as your tongue can hit. Spike, noticing your eagerness quickly pulls away. Your tongue is left out, salivating, wanting more. You watch as his dick hovers right in front of you but just out of reach. It slowly moves in again but as soon as it hits your tongue it’s yanked back again. You’re still not fully sure why, but you want it in your mouth, you need it. Spike moves in again, but just like before he pulls it away. It’s again left dangling, teasing you. You let out a frustrated groan, this causes Spike to move in closer but still just out of reach. It suddenly hits you what he’s waiting for, he wants you to beg, he wants you to prove to him and yourself that you really want to suck his dick.

You have **** but to let out a sharp yet sad whine. This is clearly what Spike wanted as he quickly thrusts towards your face. You immediately open wide allowing him to slide it all in. You feverishly start lapping and sucking. Spike clearly enjoys this as he starts pushing in deeper. His cock slides to the back of your throat. You’re not even bothered by the gagging feeling as you’re overly fixated on the taste and the feel, you’re in a cock sucking trance. Spike doesn’t wait long before he is rapidly thrusting in and out. You suck hard every time he pulls away as if trying to keep him in your mouth. Your face pounding gets more intense, his balls slapping against the bars to the crate as he pushes down your throat. With one more thrust, he pauses inside you, a warm liquid sprays down your throat and throughout your mouth as he begins to slide out. You keep his cum in your mouth for a moment savoring the flavor. Spike hops down from the crate and is once again looking at you, his eyes look both satisfied and proud. You look him in the eyes as you swallow. You open your mouth, showing him. Spike moves in close and gives your face a long slobbery lick. You are left wet, horny, and aching as Spike lays down in front of you, resting his eyes.