REGRETS #4 (Part 1 AND 2) Complete

plan. to upload all my stories here asap into a huge repository so theyre easy to find.

part one is for free on tumblur however part 2 is for your eyes only for a few days so lucky for you guys, you get to see wha happens to our friend Gazza early. Enjoy lads!

REGRETS #4 - Part 1

The massive lad had helped Gary get home the night before, they'd been hanging out after he got separated from his own group at the club downtown. It wasn't until he was being pushed into a cab that Gary started to worry, but he was too drunk to care and honestly any bed was a bed at this point. The lad had been cool and what was the harm. He vaguely remembered being walked along a concrete path and into someone house then nothing.
When he came to he was on a pile of dirty clothes, in just his boxers, looking up at the huge muscled thug he'd befriended last night. "Aright Gaz, ya awake then. Foods there" with a grin.
"Cheers....er....um...." Gary drew a blank trying to remember the guys name, but as he struggled the 6 foot tall lad lent down, patting him on the head. "Dont think too hard mate, hang overs a cu#t after the amount we drank innit"



Lead by the thug and walking slowly, Gary approached the kitchen table and started to look around for a plate but didn't see one. He eventually grabbed himself a bowl of cereal but mid way though the process felt a heavy mass press against him.
"Na mate, you don't get that. That's my food." Grabbing his hair and pulling him back but also down towards the floor and out his way. "Ow! Fu@k that hurt....man" Gary yelled still unable to nail a name to this guy... But the man turned shooting him an angry stare. "Your foods in ya bowl on the floor where ya belong, fu@ks sake...I go to the effort..." he said it like it was so obvious but Gary had to do a second take when he finally saw the cold metal bowl with 'Gazza' etched into it. It seemed brand new, the name was bold and laser etched in bright red. The bowl itself however, was full of cold beans and beer, that's how it smelt anyway.
"You can't be serio-" Gary began but only to have this huge man push him down hard on his back. " you get what ya given ya got that, think ya own the place" he muttered as Gary got his bearings now being held down by a boot on his back. Gary was about to push back, stand up and tell this guy to "fu#k off!" But as he looked up all he suddenly felt was guilt. He felt...bad? 'W-whats going on man, what is this, my head feels weird"
The huge lad broke his butch stare and leant down to Garys height. "Its just that hangover ya dumb cu#t. Here, this will clear ya head"



Gary watched as the nameless thug raised one of his thick arms and in one swift move grabbed tye back of his head and thrust his face into the rabk sweaty pit. Gary gasped for air and tried to pull away but the dude was powerful, his muscles didn't let him move even an inch. Painfully pressed into the long hairs. Suddenly tge hand removed and Gary tried to pull away and gasp for air, punch the guy and run! But nothing happened.  His body took over, unable to resist he held his head into the hot canyon just as hard as when he was being held there.
"Ahh, there ya go buddy" The deep voice of his captor vibrated through his huge chest. Gary barely heard as he picked up the pace, rubbing his face up and down and licking furiously. Gary snorted hard, trying to get as much stink onto him as he could. "Ya like ya bosses stink ay, good boy. Your gonna get to know it real good...." The thug placed a huge hand on his head. Gary couldn't tell but his tongue was getting longer now. Each lick dragging more out so that as the thug pulled his head away again his new tongue hung limply out his mouth. Gary tried to speak but found it was almost impossible. "Wotsappin....whyshardtotalk" he managed to get out just as the thug stood and pushed his head back to the floor with his boot. "Na mate dont talk to animals." His evil grin returning as he watched Gary turn tk the bowl, pause for second, then throw his face into it. Lapping at the cold beans and licking up as much h of the beer as he could. "What the fuck am I doing! Oh F#CK no stop!" But he couldnt. He didn't stop until he was pushing it about with his hands trying to find more.
The thug whistled and Gary spun around on all fours. In his hands was a chain and pad lock, along with some mits and other weird bits and bobs. Garys heart sank. "Noooowowuuuuu" he moans through his new unmanageable tongue.
"Mate you ain't got a choice" he held up his hand revealing the thick unkept pit again. Gary winched as he almost jumped up to get to it. Gary laughed to himself. "Damn you just cant resist the BO can ya you stinky c#nt." He moved forward, muscled arms out stretched, collar in hand. "Me and the lads are gonna have fun with you in a few weeks mate. Just gotta get ya all ready first ay hehe"





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REGRETS #4 - Part 2

Once the chain was on. Gary....or Gazza to is new master found himself unable to disobey almost any order he was given. As he was then told to stay in the house unless he was told and "Ya f#cking behave Gazza and you'n me are gonna be good buddys"

The following few days Gazza had been woken up by his master going to work on some construction site and had eaten bowls of left overs, cold beans and beer for days without even blinking. He'd almost stopped wearing clothes, although this wasn't for lack of trying to take them off.

Master has made sure his sweaty body was nice and wrapped up most of time to keep him as hot and stinking as possible. Only giving him more reason to bully him for being the filthy pup he was being forced to be.

Although he did try on a few occasions to NOT do as he was told and resist, his master, the nameless thug, was only to glad to push him down or threaten to gag him with his dirty socks again. Honestly the least of his punishments, Gazza hated that he loved the stink he made. His master smelt of man, deep and musty. His shirt was yellow with sweat stains and his master didn't seem to care to wash much either. Wich worked for Gazza, even though inside he was begging yo be let go.

Meanwhile the food and beer seemed to be having a side effect of its own. Master has been lacing his bowl with pills and gainers to mess with him in all sorts of ways but it didn't take long to notice that he was getting hairier and stinkier by the day.

Unable to wash or operate a tap because of the thick rubber mits he now had on 24/7, he was trapped on all fours and had no choice but to stink out the place and roll around in his own sweat.





The thug  made sure his bed was old gym clothes and cum rags found at the night club, but not tonight...

Gazza was waiting by the door as normal, hands together and sweating buckets. Master had told him today was special but he coukdnt remember why anymore. He just wanted to get out of here and back to what vague memories he had left of his old life.

His body twitched as he heard a van door slide open and several voice, the thug, his master, was one but the other two were new. Gazza moved away from the door. "Oh fuck no....its tonight" he thought but only looked puzzled at the door while three huge lads walked in. No shirts and all looking and smelling like they'd been at the construction site with master all day.

"F#ck man he's proper messed up. All hairy and smells like a damned dog"  one laughed as master padded over. "Nah he smells like you and your fu#king bo on site cuz" and the two new men walked and sat down on the sofa. Master however, grabbed his chain collar and tanked him to over. "Be a good pup" before he dropping him on the sofa between the two lads. They were both taller and more muscled plus Gazza was a small bear pup of his former self now and looked like he could be over powered in seconds. He almost jumped down but one of them pushed him over onto his side revealing his cock.

The other grabbed his arms and snapped two leather straps around his shoulders as the first started to force something around his c@ck. He felt a sharp pinch but when he went to grab he found his mits and belly made it imossible. The straps were tightened and a few moments later they pushed him off the sofa where he fell into a pile. When he got to all fours his balls hung low with two weights attached and one of the lads held several buttons in his hand.

"Piss ya self" he demanded. Gazza shook his head. "F@ck you!" He tried to shout but only managed some barking sounds. His master seemed to hear him though. "Cmon pups don't get to decide" and he snatches the controller fro. His mate and smashed a button.

Straight away he felt a jolt and a few seconds later he was pissing himself. Now his legs stank of cum sweat and piss. "Oh how did they?!" He tried to move but another jolt made him empty himself. "Now go get ya bed and drag it in here. Clean up this mess" and so on auto pilot the hairy pup used his mouth to pull his pile of gym rags over and rub it and himself all around in an attempt to clear up the mess with no ability to do so. When the guys had smoked, drank some beer and finished laughing they hit another button. This time his ass buzzed, he hadn't worn a dildo but the feeling was insane.  He scratched at his ass begging for something to stop it.





"Bitch likes that. Wanna grab his tail? Think he's ready init" as he hopped over the sofa and threw the massive yellow ball with a tail on the end. It had 'ONE WAY BUSTER' written up the side. It was....a big but plug.

"Hold him" and they did.

He felt it. Oh he felt it. It was almost opening his ass but he could feel hairs pulling apart and his ass still wanted more. Finally when it had pushed past the main budge it suckdd inside the rest of the way as his insides became so full he couldnt sit up any more. His guts forced him to hunch. "Ah!" He yelped  as his new neon yellow doberman tail swing behind him. Worse, it was to scale with his huge hairy, bulky new frame. It was thick, heavy and swung about causing the whole plug to wiggle inside him.

One of the lads slapped it so it only made his hard on spring up. He was like a rock, balls being tugged lower than ever. His painful pose made him look more like a gorilla than a pup. "Your never going home now mate, your ours for life" Gazza knew somehow they were right. His life was fading and all he wanted was to wiggle on his tail, rub his balls against his gut and roll around in gym rags. His master held up his arm and Gazza bounded to him. The rest of the night he spent rolled up next to his master. Head in his pit.





He was a pup now. Inside he shouted and screamed for help but conditioned to behave and unable to escape he was forced to  play along and become the good obedient stink pup he was always ment to  be.