Pup theme

“Their are two main parts that make this weekend’s tournament so special. First of all, everyone participating will be making good money. That’s because at the end of each night, the losers will be auctioned off for the remainder of the weekend. The losers will get 50 percent of their auction price, but will be required to serve in whatever fashion they are auctioned for until Sunday morning.”

You grimace at this news. At least you would be guaranteed money, but the idea of being simply a sexual object being bid on feels degrading... even if the idea turns you on more than a little.

Don seems to notice your cheeks turn red, and pegs you exactly as the perfect type as fodder for the tournament. He continues as his leather boot moves between your knees and his toe rests on your hardening cock. “The second special part of the tournament is the theme. This one’s theme is puppy play. Each contestant will battle as pups, and be dressed and treated as such throughout the tournament. This also means that the pups will be required to stay in between their matches. Any questions?”

Throughout the explanation all you could really focus on was the mans toe lightly grinding into your groin. So while you knew what he said, and should be worried by many points of it, your mind doesn’t think past it’s current situation of kneeling at this leather clad mans feet as he toys with you. You absentmindedly nod no to his question, and sign the paperwork he puts infront of you.

The man chuckles “you really are the perfect slut for this, aren’t you. I can’t wait to see what you get on the auction block...” he puts the paperwork away and stands, finally removing his boot from your groin. You unintentionally let out a whimper of frustration, confirming what he said.

“Follow me slut, and we will get you ready for tonight.”

You follow him out of the room on your knees, never even thinking of standing. The large man doesn’t look back, confident in his appraisal of you that you’ll follow obediently. He takes you through a back hall, down the concrete floor until you reach a door labeled “Outfit Storage.”

Master Don opens the door and points in, so you obediently crawl in first. The dimly lit room is fairly large, with rubber flooring and walls covered with fully packed shelves. The shelves seem to contain mostly outfits of leather and rubber, filling the room with the scents of the material. Don walks in behind you and closes the door, trapping you in with him. “Now, slut, let’s get you looking like a proper pup!”