Testosterone-X Ch. 12

The ride home was long and segmented, and Wren spent most of that time in a large black plastic kennel. As soon as they left the facility, Master ushered him into the crate and he was lifted into the back of a vehicle.

It was dark outside when they started to drive, but Wren could only see a sliver between the crate's door and the back windshield. He curled up on the crate mat under him and napped off the lasting after-effects of whatever the attendants had given him. Between his bouts of sleep, he was giddy at the thought of going home.

His tail wagged furiously, slapping the sides of the crate at the thought that his Master had wanted him so much. He was a good puppy! He was so good that Master had paid thousands of dollars to purchase him at auction. What a thrilling thought that was.

Wren's excitement fell short at the plane ride some hours later. He had been warm and comfortable in the back of the car, listening to the muffled conversations of Master and the driver. The cargo hold of the plane was much less pleasant. His kennel was strapped down into the hold and covered with a white sheet. It did nothing to keep him warm down there. How long he spent shivering with his hands tucked into his armpits, he couldn't tell.

Master only came by once before they took off, patting the top of the crate. "We'll be home shortly pup. Your new collar is waiting for you when we get there."

A new collar?

Wren was still wearing the one he'd been given during training, black nylon that scratched his neck and hung heavy with its metal clip. He was still wearing his tags, too. They jingled every time he shifted around. It seemed such a distant reminder now of his time in that place. How far was he from there now? Had Fox, Grover, and Corey all found Masters too? He found himself missing them and the fun they'd had together.

He supposed it made sense to get something new, something more fitting for a puppy with a home.

After a long and cold plane ride, the last leg of the journey began in yet another car. Two people hefted his crate up and carried him off of the plane. He only saw the inside of the trunk once he'd been uncovered. This time he could see out a side window and even caught a glimpse of Master in the back seat.

The sun was out now, shining through the window from a blue sky. They must have flown all night to get there and now it was morning wherever they were.

He saw flashes of buildings as the car traveled, but they were moving too fast to read any signs. This drive was much shorter and ended at the top of a long driveway enshrouded in trees.

Wren was once again moved, this time set just inside of an extravagant door. Master thanked the men who carried him in and ushered them out. Once the door shut behind them, he leaned down to open the crate door. Wren didn't move at first, unsure if he should wait for the order to.

"Come on out, pup. I have your new collar ready. It's custom order." Master stood a few lengths away clutching a strip of deep red leather with bronze metal. No tags were hanging from its large D-ring.

He emerged slowly from his kennel onto a cold floor. The marble tiles were polished white and near-slippery underfoot, a far cry from the padded floor of his training room or even the bathroom with its mosaic blue and white tiles. He felt like he shouldn't be standing on this floor.

Master knelt before him and lifted his chin. He unclipped the old collar, letting it fall with a dejected jangle to the floor. The new collar was looped around his throat almost ceremoniously.

Smooth leather and a cold buckle that clipped into place with finality. He was home.

"Now you had such a pretty name before they broke you in. What did they say it was? Finch? Oriole?" Master hummed with thought for a moment and Wren wagged, his old name ready to burst from his mouth. "Ah, it was Wren, wasn't it? Not my usual choice but I think... Yes, that will work.

So he would be able to keep his name after all... His excitement returned in full force. A new collar, his old name, it all seemed perfect.

"Come on, pup. Your room is upstairs," Master beckoned him toward a large staircase that curled up to a second floor. Beyond the balcony, he saw dark wooden doors with gleaming gold handles. Master did not leash him to lead him upstairs and he wondered if Master might use a leash at all.

"Here, Wren. Heel." He stopped at the top of the stairs with his hand extended expectantly.

Wren obediently joined him, head butting Master's hand as he came to his side.

"Good boy. You've had a long trip, I'm sure you need to relieve yourself, and I want you cleaned before you enter your room." Master opened the door they were in front of. The bathroom he revealed was just as elegant as the rest of the house. Wren was starting to think that sixty-two thousand dollars was not all that much money to his Master.

Wren was made to use the toilet first. It felt awkward sitting on a human toilet bowl now, but he was happy to be able to use it at all. Once he'd finished, Master ushered him into the bath.

The bath was a porcelain claw-foot tub with three shower heads perched above it on the walls that poured hot water down onto him. Master made him wash himself with a small bar of soap that smelled like lavender and honey. He scrubbed himself of the smell of the facility and his own sweat. He had gotten grimy in the time between his last bath and now. No wonder Master wanted him clean!

Master dried him off with a fluffy towel, taking special care around Wren's tail and ears to dry the fur. He leaned into the touch happily, his first real interaction with his Master.

"Your room is down the hall. You have free reign of the upstairs, but you are not to come downstairs unless I give you the order to, do you understand?" Master explained this as they walked out of the bathroom.

"Yes, Master," Wren nodded. He wagged his tail eagerly. The upstairs seemed enormous, eight rooms at least. That was plenty of room for him.

"Good boy, Wren. Now this is where you'll be staying. You have some roommates. I was told you did well when you had others to play with."

The door opened to a huge room, nearly the size of the shared space he'd lived in. Master nudged him with a foot to make him enter and he found himself surrounded by five other pups suddenly. He blinked in surprise and nearly backed up from their eager wall of bodies. Master whistled sharply and the pups retreated, looking scolded.

"This is your new friend, Wren. I expect the best behavior from all of you as he adjusts. Am I understood?"

They answered almost in unison with a "Yes, sir!"

Wren was finally able to take in the five people before him. Most of the five sported ears and tails like him, save for one.

"I'm Beau," that pup came forward first. He was slender and tall, with long blond hair falling over his pale shoulders, and a purple collar hanging around his neck. Beau batted his long lashes, looking up with deep blue eyes. His cut dick swung heavy between his legs and flushed red.

"I'm Quinn." The next one was a man with long black fur on his ears and tail, and deep brown hair cropped close to his head. His skin was warm and dark, covered in a layer of dense fuzz that spread from his chest to his groin. He wore a collar of light brown, almost golden leather.

"I'll let you all get acquainted. Show him around the floor when you're done," Master said and closed the door behind him. He was left with the five pups, now knowing two of their names.

"I'm Shilo, it's nice to meet you," another pup came up to greet him with a smile. Shilo seemed to be the only girl among them. She was smaller than him but had a good amount of fat on her body. Her hair was nearly as dark as Quinn's and down the length of her back, matched by her pointed ears and short tail. She sniffed at his neck and face for a moment before retreating with a nod. That seemed to encourage the other two, Lucky and Piro.

They came toward him in unison. Piro's hair was deep red and cut close to his jaw, barely surpassed by the floppy ears that fell alongside it. He had a short nub tail as well, which shook with excitement once he found his courage. Wren wagged back, feeling a lot more confident with each greeting. Lucky looked quite similar but with much lighter orange hair and a full tail that slapped against Piro's thigh with each swing. They seemed to like him already!

"It's nice to meet you all. My name is Wren," he responded in turn.

Beau circled him and grabbed his ass with one hand. Wren yelped in surprise and turned to see what he was doing.

"Ooh, no wonder Master bought you. He likes to have fun with multiple holes," he commented as he spread Wren's cheeks.

"Your dick is pretty big, too. Did they use hormones for that? It's impressive," Shilo said, joining Beau in his inspection of Wren's backside. She raised her hand to touch his t-dick, which had been flaccid up until that point. He quickly hardened, his body's instincts flaring, and he whined as blood rushed south.

"Shame we can't have any real fun with you yet," Piro said. He had sat back on the floor and spread his legs to grasp his long, hard dick. He was cut as well. His length had several gold barbells up the underside, ending in a ring that caught the pre-cum that dripped from his head.

"We'll have plenty of fun soon enough," Quinn assured them all. "But Master comes first."

"Oh yes, he always comes first," Shilo grumbled. She had taken Wren's dick between two fingers and begun to stroke it. "But we can still play. He won't care if we get you nice and wet to take him."

"Oh-oh wait, should we? I don't want to upset him." It would be terrible to disappoint Master before they'd had a chance to do anything. "Shouldn't we wait for his orders?"

"Master won't be coming back for a few hours, which means we have you all to ourselves. He's going to want to take you to the dungeon to test you out, so we should warm you up beforehand," Lucky quieted his protests with a mouth on his neck. Wren shuddered and let himself fall into their arms.

Shilo's mouth latched onto his dick and began to suck hard. It made his knees go weak and he leaned forward into Lucky to catch himself. Fingers pressed into his wet cunt and began to explore his hole. His body made it so easy. Wren rolled his hips between the mouth and fingers. Their assault was targeted, working him up until he was panting and trying to hold back from fucking against the girl's lips.

"Bet Master will put you in the swing tonight. Do you like big dicks? Master's is so big... Oh, he fills me up so good," Beau whispered wickedly in Wren's ear. His breath tickled the soft fur. "He's so rough with us. I hope you can handle that, Wren. He likes to fuck hard and leave marks on his puppies. Master doesn't go easy on the new pups."

The words filled him with dread and desire. He was no stranger to rough sex or pain. He just hoped he could live up to Master's expectations for him.

"What piercing do you think he'll get?"

Shilo was panting heavily under him, her lips sticky with spit and slick. She grinned at him from her position on the floor. She pressed together her tits, showing off the rings hanging from her nipples.

"I hope it's right here," Quinn said, pinching the tip of Wren's dick between his thumb and finger.

"Is he really going to pierce me?" Wren didn't even have his ears pierced, let alone something like his dick. Would it be as complicated as Piro's dick, the gold balls running up his shaft? Or something easier?

"Master has a whole studio downstairs for it. We all had to get pierced when we got here, and he'll tattoo you too. He wants to make sure we're tagged," Shilo explained.

"It'll be on your ass most likely. I think he likes to see it when he's taking us from behind," Piro grinned. His hand hadn't slowed at all, and he was biting his lip to stifle his pleasured panting. "It's his favorite position."

Wren was already learning so much about his new Master, all while getting finger-fucked by his new roommates. Beau was pushing in hard now, hand meeting his pussy with wet slaps that made him tremble. What had he gotten into? He would be getting pierced, a tattoo, all this to belong to someone? It seemed extensive.

His thoughts were interrupted by Shilo returning to suck on his dick. This time he didn't hold back.

Wren spread his knees wide and began to fuck into her mouth. She moaned beneath him, clutching his thighs tight and sucking harder. It was over too soon. He let out a ragged groan and pressed his hips down against her face. He rolled his body in tight, agonizing circles as the pleasure wracked his body. Piro followed him shortly after with his own sounds of ecstasy, spilling hot ropes of cum onto the floor with each firm stroke over his cock.

"Oh yeah, we're going to have so much fun with you," Beau said with a grin. His fingers retreated with a wet sound and Shilo shuffled out from underneath him.

He fell onto the floor with a heavy sigh, cunt still dripping and throbbing for more.