He warned you...

Your boss grabs you angrily by the back of your leather collar and drags you out of the cage. You try to scamper to avoid being choked, barely able to crawl at his speed. He pulls you into a side room between the two main kennels, and drops you onto the floor.

“You fucking trainers, none of you last. Hell I should have just made you a pup to begin with...”

You are still exhausted from the fucking. If you had energy, you might try to get away or at least protest. Instead, you just lay on the cement floor weakly watching Adam grab various gear.

“Now let’s get you ready slut. With how pathetic you are, we’ll have you trained and ready in under two weeks...”

He descends on your limp form, stripping you completely except for your collar. You whimper a slight protest, but that’s all the resistance you can manage. He starts by taking a hose and spraying you down with a hard stream of cold water. It wakes you out of your cum drunk state, if only barely. The Trainer makes sure to get you fully cleaned out, especially your stretched and cum filled ass. Getting the enema, even with how embarrassing it is, only turns you in all over again. You would be harder if the water wasn’t freezing cold. Before your body could warm up to rectify it, he adds your first equipment, a metal chastity cage. He locks it with a small silver padlock, slapping your exposed balls to a sharp squeal.

He laughs grimly at your pain before getting back to his task. He grabs some tight black booty shorts, and slides them up each leg. The booty shorts are form fitting, except for the large holes over your ass and where he pulls through your caged cock. The Trainer then slides on a matching crop top, leaving your mid section and full arms exposed. After adding the basic clothes, he moves onto the pup gear. The first gear locked on was thick padded gloves, forcing your hands into fists within. While you are looking closer at them, he flips you onto your back and adds leg sleeves on each leg, tightening them so both legs are bent back with extra padding on your knees.

“Ok slut, on all four now!”

You roll over, stabilizing yourself on your new gear. While it feels strange to be so limited in movement, it doesn’t seem that uncomfortable either. Your Trainer seems satisfied enough, and grabs your last piece of gear. It is a leather pup hood, matching the rest of your gear except for the blue accented color. You don’t resist as he forces it over your head and locks it in place, hiding the last of your humanity. It snugly fits, but doesn’t really cut off your sight or access to your mouth, despite the snout.

“Yea, should have just had you as a pup from the start. Let’s see, the new pup needs a new name name...”