A new and shiny toy - chapter 15 - No safeword in the basement
Author: NYWCgirl
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: Neal/Peter/Elizabeth
Characters: Neal, Peter, Elizabeth, OMC
Warning/genre: AU, BDSM, consensual kink, gags, restraints, breath play, spanking, pain play, cock cages, (non) consensual drug use, humiliation, sensory deprivation, flogging, anal sex, blow jobs, prostate milking, sex toys, objectification, shibari, kidnapping, pet play, catheters, enemas
Spoilers: none
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~2145
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine….
Summary: Chris explains Neal why he was taken.
Chapter can also be found on AO3
‘Maybe you wonder why you are here? I assume you know who I am and you know what I was or better am to the Burkes. Well, Peter asked me to train you. He wants to take your relationship to the next level, he wants you trained as his personal pet. He told me you are very affectionate and sometimes need to unwind. So He thinks you would benefit from being a pup. He wants it a 24/7 affair but as you can imagine, he doesn’t have the time to train you himself. So he asked me to take care of your training.’
Neal is still trying to process what is happening. He woke up in this thick rubber suit. His arm and legs are bend towards his back. He can feel something pulling on his penis, but at the same time he can feel the rubber against his skin. So he is not completely sure what sort of suit he is wearing. Neal glares at Chris. Peter would never do this to him. But at the same time there is doubt, Peter and Elizabeth like him in leather and latex suits.
‘You don’t believe me? I will let you hear his phone calls with me. But for now, I will lay down some ground rules. Peter wants you to be his pup, that is why I put you in the puppy suit, if you were wondering what you are wearing. Now rules; You ask your master’s permission before doing anything that hasn’t been asked of you. Since your master is not here, I, your handler will take over that task until you are back with your master. Second rule, obey, because naughty puppies get punished. For now these are the rules, I don’t think they are too complicated, so this should be easy.’
Neal stays still. This is the last thing he expected and he really doesn´t want to believe what Chris is saying.
‘Pe…’
The shock that hits him, hurts.
‘Remember, puppies do puppy things, they don´t speak. When I said you ask permission, you can whine, beg, bark or sniff, is that understood? I will make sure that you are not corrected for making dog noises.’
When Neal doesn´t reacts, a swat hits his nose.
‘Bad puppy, did you understand the rules?’
Neal barks and with it, something inside of him breaks.
* * *
‘You look so beautiful when you cry.’
Neal hates himself for it, but the compliment makes him feel good, even if it is contradictory.
‘You will cry more for me, won’t you?’
The feeling of helplessness is arousing and Neal loathes his body for it. But yes, he will cry, he knows Chris won’t stop until he does. He really needs to piss, he begged but it only resulted in a shock. He knows Chris wants to see him suffer, he was clear on that. He was told that he can piss if he drinks a quarter gallon of water from the calf feeding bottle, but he had refused to drink from the teat until now. But his bladder is screaming, so Neal crawls towards it and awkwardly starts sucking the teat. Halfway, the sob that has been building in his chest escapes and he lets go of the teat.
‘Now, now, puppy, you are doing so good. Continue and I will grant you relief.’
Neal continues and Chris keeps his word by unclipping the catheter. Neal ‘s bladder empties in the jug that Chris puts under him. The relief is so overwhelming Neal starts crying again. He doesn´t want to give Chris the satisfaction, but he can´t help himself.
Chris lifts his chin and Neal closes his eyes.
‘No, precious pup, open them, I want to see those tears and so does Peter.’
Neal slowly opens his eyes and looks up at Chris and it is only now Neal realizes Chris is filming him with his cell phone.
‘Perfect. You look absolutely perfect like this. Peter, you can be proud of your boy.’
Neal feels wrung out, his bladder is empty but still cramping and it hurts. He can feel Chris clamping the tube close again and he knows they will play this game again in a couple of hours.
‘Now, you haven´t eaten any solid food since you are here, but I still want to clean you out since a healthy pup is a happy pup. So hold still.’
Chris puts a ring gag in his mouth, making sure he can´t talk, but still can make noise.
Neal can feel Chris is pulling out the tail and then something is entering him. He can feel the rounded end of a tube entering his body, sliding into him. He feels the entire length of what feels like a thick tube sliding deeper in his rear.
Shame creeps into his cheeks. Peter has never done this to him.
‘Now the real fun starts.’
Neal feels hot water entering deep into his bowls. He tries to get away, but Chris fastened his harness to a chain hanging from the ceiling, just like they do in dog trim salons.
‘You don´t have to keep this one in,’ Chris says benevolent, while he gives Neal´s ass a swat. Neal doesn´t want to give Chris the satisfaction, but when the cramps hit him and he moans, the shock from the collar makes him squat and void his bowls. When he is done, his cheeks are red from embarrassment, but then he is able to make a mental click. This is what Chris wants, so there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Chris wants control of his body.
Chris cleans him up and comes back with an enema bag, inside there is a viscous liquid. Neal doesn´t want to know what it is.
‘I see that you are eager to know what this is. Peter asked to make sure you know your place. So I will pour this into you and then you will hold it for five minutes since it is your first time. The timer starts when I plug you up.’
The tube of the bag has a nozzle that fits in his dildo and the bag is hung from the hook in the ceiling. At first Neal only feels the gooey stuff entering him. It is cold at first but it gradually warms up, irritating his bowls.
He starts grunting when the feeling intensifies and he does his best to get away again. Chris just chuckles.
‘Already feeling it, don´t you boy? It is Peter´s secret recipe, even I don´t know what is in it. Relax, you are almost done.’
When the bag is completely empty, Chris plugs him and starts the timer on his phone, making sure Neal can see it. He even unhooks Neal from the chain, so he can move. Neal just lets himself fall to the floor, since his grunting and moaning is triggering the collar.
‘You are doing good, so I will de-activate the collar. I understand why Peter wanted this. Wait let me film it for him.’
Neal is writhing on the floor, groaning around the ring gag.
‘Come here, I will rub your belly, pup.’
Neal doesn´t think he is able to get up, but when he receives a shock from the collar, he knows he needs to comply to avoid punishment. He slowly crawls to Chris.
‘Sit like a good puppy.’
Neal can feel tears fill his eyes again, while he kneels between Chris´s knees. Chris starts rubbing his belly and it makes it a little better.
When the alarm sounds after five minutes, Neal is lying on his back, his abdomen being massaged. Chris pulls out the plug and Neal´s once again voids himself. Once he is empty, Chris plugs his tail in.
He cleans Neal up again and dries him off. He then pulls Neal towards the teat and tells him to finish the rest of the water. Neal slowly does as he is told.
Next comes a bowl with what looks like transparent gel-lo.
‘It is Soylent mixed with water and it has everything you need to stay healthy without having to poo too much, so it is an elegant solution for us. Enjoy.’
Neal sniff it and then tentatively tastes it, but it doesn´t have any taste so he quickly finishes the bowl so his stomach stops growling.
* * *
Neal can hear someone coming downstairs and he gets up. He doesn´t want to be shocked anymore.
When the door opens, Neal can hear Chris is pleased. He crouches next to him and pet shim.
‘Good puppy.’
Chris walks further into the room.
‘You are doing so well pup, I think you are ready to come upstairs into the house.’
Neal´s heart leaps, this is good, maybe he can find a way to get out of the house this way. He wags his tail, like Chris taught him.
‘Good boy, you like that, don´t you? OK, let´s go.’
Getting up the stairs turns out to be more difficult than expected, but Neal manages. The moment he walks into daylight, he feels already better. He wags his tail, indicating that he is happy and Chris praises him.
‘There are several dog beds. There is one in the bedroom, one next to the couch and one next to my desk. You will follow me around, just like you will do for Peter. Go ahead and check out the place.’
Neal slowly crawls through the house, checking all the rooms. Hopefully Chris will think that Neal is settling in his role of a dog, but Neal wants to study the layout of the space. Chris calls him back and Neal lays down on the dog bed next to Chris´s desk since crawling on his elbows and knees is hard.
He realizes that Chris is studying him.
‘I think you are ready for the next step.’
Chris gets up and Neal doesn´t want to know. But when he comes back he has something back in his hand. He shows it to Neal and it is a black rubber dog face. Neal back away but Chris just drags him back on his harness.
‘Stay!’
Chris takes the mask and prepares it to pull it over his head. Neal struggles to get away, but Chris has him in a firm grip.
‘No!’
The collar gives him one of the more higher voltage shocks.
‘What did you just say?’
Neal knows that this is not good, he will be punished for it, but he really doesn´t want the dog mask, although he knows it will happen anyway, he still isn´t ready to just do whatever Chris wants. The shock he receives from the collar is much stronger than he has ever had and he can ´t even make a sound because of it.
‘Bad dog!’
If Neal could tuck his tail between his legs he would, he knows that whatever Chris has in mind, he won´t like it.
Chris grabs his harness and drags him with him. Neal does his best to follow. He is dragged inside a large bathroom and there he is fastened to another hook in the ceiling. Man, Chris is prepared. He is left like that. Neal hopes Chris isn’t going to leave him like this for too long, because the chain is too short to lay down.
But he doesn´t have to wait , Chris enters the place once again. He carries the latex mask. It turns out that the hook is attached to a pulley system, because Chris raises the chain so Neal is bearing his weight on his knees. Chris stand behind him and puts on gloves, before turning the mask inside out. There are two orange tubes sticking out from the mask, one longer than the other. Chris checks the length and then lubes them up and grabs Neal´s head from behind. Without much emotion, he pushes the tubes in Neal´s nostrils. It gives a strange pressure and when the tubes are pushed further it is more than uncomfortable. Neal starts gagging when the longer one advances in his right nostril, until he can feel it in the back of his throat. Chris checks the tubes before pulling the mask over his face, careful for not displacing the tubes.
‘If you are wondering what they are, they are called nose hoses and they provide clear and easy breathing when your mouth is used for other activities.’
Neal´s stomach drops.
Chris puts a fat dildo gag in his mouth and fastens it around his head before releases him.
‘Hopefully that will learn you not to talk.’
Chris leaves the bathroom. Neal knows better than to stay here, so he crawls back to his dog bed beside Chris´s desk and tries to find a comfortable position. The tube in his nose doesn´t hurt, but it is his imagination about what will be coming next that makes Neal anxious.