Pup (Bratt)

Prologue: The Bitch

"Bad dog!"

The whistling of the flogger through the air had Matt flinching, cowering away from his handler's harsh words. The harness he wore kept him from getting to his feet, the muzzle over his face kept him from speaking out. They had no safe word, no means for communication, but Sterling had reached a hard limit and Matt wanted out.

"What a putrid, filthy mutt!" Sterling stalked across the dungeon, fist colliding with Matt's head, sending him reeling and smashing against the wall. He slid to the floor, whimpering, head bowed in submission and humiliation.

"Bad dogs must be taught a lesson." Sterling sunk to his knees behind Matt, gripping his hips hard enough to form bruises. "I'm going to fuck the living hell out of you."

Matt never agreed to this.

They only had a verbal agreement, no contract, and Matt had stressed time and time again to Sterling his need for communication, how he was a puppy not a dog and craved affection more than the average pet. How he enjoyed punishments in moderation, understood consequences for misbehavior as long as they weren't carried away. He preferred dependence to humiliation, but he could take the blows if they weren't too often.

But this... this was completely out of control.

He understood it was his job to please his handler, but wasn't it his handler's job to cherish him in return?

That night, Matt slept on the floor in the corner of his master's bedroom. He used to have to sleep in a crate, but when he started having problems from being confined for long periods of time, Sterling started only using it for punishment.

Matt nursed his cuts and bruises that night, tugging his puppy ears and tail off sadly.

Another day, another nightmare, finally over. Matt couldn't wait for his chance to escape.