Brian finds some puppy play equipment for Alex, and he and Drake begin to accessories the reluctant puppy boy. A chastity belt forces his dick between his legs. Attached to it is a buttplug with a tale. It can be pulled slightly out of his ass without unlocking the chastity belt, but it puts a strain on Alex's balls when he does. It's also made so that he can still easily be fucked without it having to be removed.
His ankles are attached to his thighs, forcing him to crawl, while pads on his knees make it not painful. Similarly, his hands are padded in mittens.
An open mouth gag is put in his mouth while a dog mask goes on over it with a short snout. Anyone who wants can use his mouth this way, or feed him against his will.
The party is beginning to head out to go clubbing. Alex thinks his ordeal is about to end. It was fun, but so humiliating. Drake and Brian have other ideas though.
Alex whines and fights his leash as the friend's drag him out of the apartment. Away from his clothes.
"Come on now. Be a good boy. You like walkies, remember." The door locks behind them. The night air is cool on Alex's exposed skin. He has to hurry to follow his masters into the crowded city streets.
"What a cute puppy," a drunk couple say, coming over and petting Alex all over. They obviously know he's not a real puppy. No one is that drunk. They're having fun with him. One pulls his tale and it activates a vibrator function when grabbed. Alex whimpers and moans as Brian and Drake allow their pet to be publicly molested.
They're stopped several times on the way to the club, but finally they make it. Alex is so embarrassed he could to die. He is unfamiliar with this city and has no idea where he is. The bouncer stops them at the door.
"No dogs allowed."