💜 DIARY OF HUGOTHEBOSS — "The Kennel"

November 17, 18:00h

Second day of training. Initial socialization.

I summoned two of my best alpha dogs to my private warehouse in the Fuencarral industrial area. A discreet space that I use as a gym and storage room, converted today into an improvised doghouse. The walls are made of exposed brick, high and windowless. There are no cameras. No one listens. The black rubber floor is covered in areas with training mats, torture benches, horses, a large cage in the corner, and a metal structure where chains, harnesses, and weights hang. In the center, I arranged an artificial turf area with a metal water bowl and a post for attaching collars. The air smells of leather, sweat, and lubricant. I have trained many submissive dogs here before. This is where the real training begins.

Neo doesn't know, but today he will stop feeling special.

18:20h

Neo arrived on time at home. He had doubts in his eyes, but he pretended to be confident. I received him in the entrance hall, naked under his sweater. I hugged him without words and led him to the living room. There, while we drank water in silence, I gave him a calm review of the basic rules that I had already explained to him the day before: how he should walk, how to behave in front of other dogs, how to react if he was mounted, how to control his gaze and body language. He nodded without replying, although he clenched his teeth.

I took him to the basement where I have the garage. There, I removed his clothes, put on his black harness adjusted to his skin, the plug with a blue tail, and the bone gag. I caressed his cheek and tied the short leash to his collar.

The trunk was open, prepared with a black blanket on top of a cage. Neo frowned and murmured something, uncomfortable. He complained under his breath. He didn't like the idea.

I turned slowly, looked at him fixedly, and said without raising my voice:

—One more word, and not only will you go in the cage. I'll lock your penis with another chastity device for the rest of the day.

The kid swallowed saliva. He lowered his gaze. Without saying more, he got into the cage on all fours.

I covered him with the black blanket. I started the car and we went to the warehouse.

When we arrived, I took out Neo and tied him up inside the warehouse.

—Stay still —I said, blindfolding him.

Two minutes later, the doorbell rang. The other two dogs had arrived.

"Thor" and "Ragnar". Their canine names. Tall, strong, veteran. Perfectly submissive hybrids. Thor, a 28-year-old mulatto, muscular like a bull, with an empty gaze and a always erect cock. Ragnar, blonde, older, 33, fully tattooed, with piercings on his nipples, tongue, and scrotum. Both wore metal harnesses and plugs with black tails. Bells on their ankles. Steel collars with their nameplates.

I had trained both of them...