The 12 Trials of Harrison: 5. Leashed

Postby PeterPan » Sun Aug 11, 2013 7:38 am

5. Leashed

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5. Leashed

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked, feeling the itch of the duct tape as it was wrapped around my hands.

Keesha gave me a look. "Would you rather I hang you up on that hook again?"

I quickly shook my head.

"Good. If you play this right, you're going to have just as good of a time as we are."

I touched the red collar that was strapped around my neck, still unsure about the idea that Keesha had proposed. I had been humiliated in front of these girls before, but this was taking things a step further.

When I had arrived for my fifth week of torture, Keesha had returned, once again being the first person to take me over. Surprisingly, however, she didn't simply lead me up the stairs and tie me up then and there. Instead, as if I were a friend paying a social visit, she invited me in to the living room, where she was watching a movie.

After several minutes of silence watching the show, she remarked, "That hair color does look good on you."

I blushed a bit. "Thanks, though it really wasn't my choice."

"Oh, I know that." Silence again, then she turned towards me. "Valerie and I have talked it over, and we've decided that we're done tying you up."

"Y-you are?" I asked. I was surprised to feel a keen sense of disappointment at this remark.

"Yeah." She turned back to the TV as she continued. "It really wasn't fair for us to trick you into doing this in the first place, and we've already had plenty of fun with you. If you're doing it because we force you to, well, it's not very good of us, you know?"

I wasn't sure what to say. Sure, the past few weeks had been embarrassing and torturous...explaining to my mom why my hair was dyed was an experience unto itself...but faced with the opportunity of finally being free from these girls, I suddenly realized that I didn't want to be. I wasn't sure whether it was because I was attracted to the twins or attracted to the torture, but either way...part of me wanted to keep this up.

I finally found words. "You know, it's okay. I've kind of had fun too."

Keesha carefully turned and looked at me. "Really?"

"Y-yeah," I stuttered. "It mean, maybe not fun...but I enjoyed being your prisoner and stuff. So it's okay if you want to keep going with it."

Slowly a grin spread across Keesha's face. "Then you really want this?"

Hesitantly, I nodded.

She reached over and hugged me. "You're a sweet kid, you know that, Harry?"

I felt myself growing hot as she hugged me, but it didn't last for long. Keesha let me go and returned her attention to the movie, which was almost over. Once it was, she explained to me that she and Valerie had hoped I would say that I wanted to continue, and they had a plan for my next ordeal.

Which was how I found myself standing in front of Keesha with a red collar around my neck, while she carefully wrapped each of my fists individually in duct tape, turned them into featureless balls. She then began drawing on them with a marker.

"Stop squirming," she said as she traced. "You want these to look like dog paws, don't you?"

"I'm not sure what I want anymore," I said honestly. "I did want to continue playing with you guys, but this...this is weird."

Keesha finished my second paw and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, don't worry. I guarantee you'll have a good time if you just let yourself, even if you're doing something that makes you uncomfortable. Valerie has the best ideas about these kinds of things."

Slowly I nodded, trying to believe her.

"And," she teased, "you don't have a choice anyway, so you might as well just shut it."

I groaned at that.

I was still in my shirt and jeans at this point, but not for long. Keesha helped me take the clothes off and put on some of Connor's clothes, brown long sleeve shirt and brown felt pants. Despite not being a dog, I was at least supposed to look like one.

Keesha then had me kneel down on the floor. Putting her hands rather too close to my crotch, she wrapped the roll of duct around my ankle and thigh on one leg, then the other, pinning my feet to my butt. I wasn't sure what this was for until she finished and I tried to move. My tied limbs hobbled me, forcing me to go on all fours wherever I walked.

For some final touches, Keesha stuck a dog-eared hat on my head and colored my nose black. Then, lifting me effortlessly into her arms, she sat back down on the couch and started reading a book, with my head in her lap.

"Should I--" I began to ask.

She lightly slapped my behind. "Hush. Dogs don't talk."

So we sat there for a little while, me panting and acting the part while she cuddled and petted my head. Keesha was in one of her normal, non-active moods when it came to tying me up, which suited me just fine. I was certainly fine with the way things were working out. The bindings I had on weren't nearly as uncomfortable as the ones I'd had on previous days, and I was happy to pretend to be a canine in exchange for such intimacy with a beautiful girl.

Soon it began to get late, though, and Keesha closed her book with a snap. "All right, bedtime for you, puppy," she said, scratching me behind an ear.

I did my best impression of a bark and tried to lick her face, which seemed to please her immensely. "That's a good boy. Now come on." From behind the couch she withdrew a red leash, the same make and shade as my collar, and attached it to me. She walked out towards the garage, with me happily trotting at her heels (or trying to, at least. Movement like that was harder than I had thought.)

Soon we were in the garage, which was noticeably colder than the rest of the house. In the corner stood a large kennel, apparently for one of the bigger breeds of dog. Due to my size, it would fit me easily.

"But--" I began to protest. Keesha shot me a look, and my words immediately turned into a dog's whine.

"Better," she said. "And this is where the puppy has to sleep. I'll come and get you in the morning.

Ignoring my hesitation, she backed me into the kennel, attached the leash to a latch outside, and locked the door. I tried to paw at the latch, but with my hands duct taped as they were, there was no way I'd be getting out on my own.

"There, there," she cooed, rubbing my head through the door. "It won't be that long. Now you be a good puppy, and tomorrow Valerie will give you a treat. Sweet dreams!" As she left the garage, she turned out the light, leaving me in complete darkness.

I may have been able to fit in the kennel, but it wasn't exactly a luxury suite. I couldn't even turn around. I managed to carefully scrunch up on the floor, and with the help of my mouth I got a blanket draped over me. I was convinced that there was no way on earth I was going to be able to fall asleep like this. A moment later, I was dreaming.

I woke up to light from the garage streaming through the door. I perked up and looked out, yawning. Was Valerie or Keesha here to retrieve me?

But neither one appeared. Instead, the thin legs and small feet of Connor padded to my kennel, and in a moment he was leaning down, peering in at me.

He giggled. "You make a cute doggy," he remarked.

"Keep your thoughts to yourself," I shot back.

"Doggies can't talk," he remarked. "Just because I wasn't the one to capture you doesn't mean that I can't keep you in line, you know."

"I'd like to see you try."

Connor opened the cage and drug me out. We were about the same size, but my situation made it difficult to resist him. Grabbing the hemline of my pants, he yanked forward. I yelped, feeling a painful wedgie digging in. He pulled twice more, causing painful jolts.

"Now, are you going to be a good puppy?" he asked.

Silently I nodded.

He yanked again.

I whined like a dog.

"Good boy," he said with another giggle. Connor took the leash off of the kennel and led me back inside the house. I was simultaneously trying to keep up with him and disengage the wedgie in my pants.

The house was still dark; it must have still been nighttime. With a little duress, Connor managed to pull me up the stairs and into his room. I could hear two sets of lungs breathing in the girls' room.

"Up," he said quietly, patting his mattress.

After a few moments struggling, I did as he commanded.

Smiling, he patted my head. "Don't worry, you'll be back in your cage soon. I just wanted to play. My sisters won't let me."

I just stared at him, panting.

He climbed on the bed himself and began pulling back the covers. "You know, you still have to pay me back for stealing my bed last week. That was dumb when Valerie made me sleep in the living room. But I'll get you all to myself sometime." He looked me over. "I think I'm a little bigger than you, too. You're not really sixteen, are you?"

I growled.

"Yeah right," he laughed, sliding under the covers. I was confused as to what he was doing until he motioned for me to do the same. I carefully slid backwards into the bed next to him.

Connor immediately latched onto me. "Ooh, you're warm," he remarked. "Well, good night, puppy." Within a few moments he was asleep, snuggling up against me.

I briefly considered calling to the girls for help, but then I noticed how comfortable the bed was. I didn't want to go back to the kennel, even if it meant sleeping next to this kid. I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off.

After all, he was comfortable.

I was awakened by light once again, this time the rays of early morning coming through Connor's window. I nudged him with a paw until he woke up next to me. Rubbing the sleep away from his eyes, he guided me back down to the kennel and locked me in. All he did before he left was rub my head and say, "I'll get you someday, you'll see," before heading back to his bedroom.

I quickly tried to make it look like I had been sleeping in the dog cage all night, in case one of the girls came to check on me, but I needn't have bothered. It was easily another two hours before the light bulb in the garage flicked on again. A few seconds later, Valerie's happy face peered in through the door.

"I'm so glad you decided to keep playing with us!" she said excitedly. "We're going to have so much fun today.

I rolled my eyes, but returned her smile just the same. Valerie pulled me out of the kennel and led me back to the kitchen, speaking softly and cheerfully to me in puppy-talk all the while. Embarrassing it was, but I can't say that her doting didn't feel good as well.

On the floor next to the kitchen table was two large-mouthed bowls, one filled with water, the other with plain cereal. I looked up at her with an incredulous look on my face, but she just laughed.

"If you want anything to eat or drink today, you'd better dig in," she responded.

It was actually a lot more difficult that I thought it would be. These were actual doggie bowls, but I had a human face with no snout, so it was nearly impossible to get the cereal bits between my teeth. Valerie sat at the table next to me while I attempted, occasionally reaching down to scratch me behind the ear. Once I had gotten everything I could out of the food bowl, I moved on to the water, trying my level best to lap it up with my tongue. Valerie was finished eating by this time, and she watched with amusement as I splattered water everywhere, trying to get it in my mouth.

"Looks like our puppy needs a little practice," she remarked, leading me into the living room as soon as I was finished eating (or, at least, as soon as I had given up trying to do so).

I was still very hungry, but thankfully Valerie had a new game to play with me that involved food. Apparently the reason she had taken so long to come for me in the morning was because she was busy crisping a package of bacon and cutting in into tiny slices. She held one out to me, and I instantly felt like drooling.

"Sit," she said in a condescending tone. I was too hungry to care at that point, so I sat up just as she told me. My reward was a delicious piece of bacon between my jaws. I whined happily.

We spent the rest of the morning like this, she asking me to do tricks for treats and me readily complying. I must have done every trick in the book: stay, come, fetch, speak, shake, heel, you name it. By then it was lunchtime, and I had to go through the tantalizing experience of eating from the bowls again. After this, she had a new surprise for me.

Sticking my leash on again, she led me to the sliding back door.

I had learned by now not to speak up, but I pulled against the leash, whining and trying to resist going outside.

"Oh, come on," she teased. "We have a big yard. No one's going to see." Stronger than me, she pulled at the leash until I found myself on her back lawn. I felt ridiculously conspicuous, but Valerie didn't seem worried about being discovered.

The afternoon was spent a lot like the morning, chasing a frisbee around the yard and getting a treat whenever I returned with it. Sometimes I even disobeyed her, just to keep the act up. By now, I didn't feel embarrassed to be acting this way, and it almost felt good and right to me. I think this is what some people call "getting into the headspace," but regardless, I was having a good time.

I figured that she would relent and let me go soon, but Valerie still had one more trick up her sleeve. Calling me over to a tree near their fence, she tied the leash around a branch I couldn't reach. "I need to work on my suntan," she explained, "so you're going to stay here for now. And in case you feel like speaking...."

My eyes bugged out as she revealed what was in her hands: a bright red ball gag. Once again, I don't know how she got it, but I'm sure she had been itching to use it on me. Before I could say a word, she had shoved the red ball into my mouth, forcing my jaw wide open, and strapped it around my head. Scratching my ears one more time, she went back into the house to get changed. Now I really could only whine like a dog as she left.

I'd like to say that I got a great view of Valerie in a bikini on the lawn while I was stuck there, but unfortunately Valerie must have decided that I wasn't allowed to watch, because she positioned herself in a place I couldn't see. She had seen me naked, but apparently I wasn't allowed to see her in a swimsuit? How unfair was that?

A few hours later Valerie released me and sent me home, giving me a few pair of socks Keesha had drawn dog paws on, telling me to wear them throughout the week. It was certainly getting harder to hide these weird sisters' pranks from my friends.

But there was one more event before I was released that I want to mention. As I was waiting for Valerie to finish her suntan, happy but pretty bored at the same time, I noticed out of the corner of my eye someone on the sidewalk, turning to look at me.

I quickly scampered around the tree in order to be out of sight, but I had already broken out into cold sweat. I could have sworn that was Miguel, one of the guys in my apartment complex that I hung out with. Had he seen me? If he had, had he recognized me? How was I going to explain this to him if he had.

As you'll see in part six, it ended up not mattering either way.