If I had a pup
Contains: Puppy play, chastity, sex, a bear and a wolf
A master tells the story of if he had a pup.
If I had a pup.
If I had a pup this morning, I would have done very naughty things to him.
I would have woken up with his nose under my arm -- my puppy would love my scent, after all. He wouldn't be able to get enough of it, really. It's why he'd be a naughty boy sometimes and steal my underwear away to sniff and nuzzle at while I'm out of town.
I'd smile down at him as he nuzzles into the crook of my arm, still locked in dreams of me plowing his cute little rear as my scent fills his nostrils. I'd give him a little nudge, and being a such a good boy, he'd start to slowly lick at my armpit, getting a real taste of me before my paw came to rest on the back of his head.
I'd slowly guide his head down along my belly, his tongue licking at me as he went, worshiping his master like any good boy should. Finally he'd get down to my morning wood, standing tall and proud like the grizzly it belongs to. His tongue would start to lap over my big balls, giving them a proper bath and licking up all the sweat that'd pooled under my fur in the middle of the warm night.
He'd look up at me with pleading eyes, his muzzle watering as he looked at my proud ursine cock, waiting like a good boy, knowing he can only touch my pole when I tell him too. I would give a little nod and his eager muzzle would start to descend on my hard shaft. I bet that sweet muzzle would just ravish my cock, hitting all the places I liked, knowing every inch so intimately after the hours I made him practice. And before too long, I'd give a little grunt and thrust into his muzzle, giving him a much-deserved treat.
He'd sit up, licking his lips, giving a little bark that means "thank you, master" before I'd pet him on the head and give his pent-up balls a quick fondle. They'd feel so warm in my paw. It'd have been weeks since I last let him cum, his cute pink chastity cage keeping all those naughty thoughts about his "cock" out of his head. He'd only ever focus on mine that way, always knowing my pleasure first. I'd let him out in a few days, as long as he stays a good boy for me.
His tiny cock would drip inside of his cage, begging for me to let him out, but my puppy--being the good boy he is--would just give another "thank you" bark, letting me know how much he loved his little balls played with. After that, I'd head to the shower and he'd go off to make breakfast. The smell would tickle my nose as I walked down the stairs, and a meal fit for any real man of the house would be laid on the table. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, you name it. The table would be set for one, and he'd be kneeling beside my chair, holding up my tablet with its newspaper app all loaded up and ready to go.
I'd sit down and have a nice quiet meal. He'd eye my food as I ate, but he'd know better than to beg. I'd slowly stroke his head as I ate, commenting on the news as I did, as if he could understand. I'd finish up, slide my leftovers into his bowl, and give him a kiss between his ears before I left for work. He'd give my nose a lick, and whisper, "Have a good day at work, honey."
And I'd give him a hug and whisper back, "You too." I'd watch him trot to the kitchen and bury his nose into his food bowl before I found my coat, put on my work boots that he polished the night before, and headed out the door.
He'd sigh as he heard the door click behind me. He'd stretch out across the floor before he'd pick up his bowl of food from the floor and put it on the table, picking at it with a fork. He'd glance at the stock reports before grumbling to himself and finishing up his meal with a glass of milk. He'd wash out his bowl and do the rest of his dishes before hopping into the shower to rinse off the night's activities.
He'd look at the suits in his closet, a melancholy in his eyes as he picked out the clothes for the day. He'd sit on the edge of my bed, his fingers playing with the tags that marked him as my puppy. A sad look would come over his face as he reached back and unfastened his collar. His fingers would run over the soft leather as he held it in his lap. He'd gently lay it on the bed, as he slid on his black three-piece suit. He'd need to get that one altered again: he would have gained a lot of weight while he lived with me because he wanted to become the perfect chubby pup for me. He'd pick up his collar and squeeze it tightly in his paw as he made his way down stairs, then he'd kiss his tags before hanging them on their hook by the door. And then he would head back into the real world.
He'd sit at his desk all day, filing paperwork, bitching at the new intern that fucked up his coffee order, his pent up balls making him a bit snappier than usual and his mind wandering back to me all throughout the day.
He'd feel his clothes start to itch around lunch, and when he went out to some 5-star restaurant with his work buddies, they'd feel like a prison. That tight cotton would wrap around him like a straightjacket, driving him insane. He'd watch one of his friends drop something on the floor, and for a split second he'd consider getting down there and licking it up. And if he was lucky his face would be pressed into his friends crotch and he'd be allowed to give a blow job between the second and third courses. But he'd stop himself, forcing a lewd comment out of his mouth about their waitress before continuing on with his meal.
Near 5 o'clock, he'd start to fidget in his seat. He'd feel that tight white cotton in his pants constricting against his pent-up balls, his tiny prick straining against his pretty little pink cage, almost whimpering as he counted down till quitting time. He'd lose all focus, his mind drifting to me, imagining himself with his muzzle wrapped around my shaft and my pubes tickling his cute black nose.
His toes would flex and curl, wishing he could reach down and stroke his member like he used to, a twinge in his heart making him sad as he'd remember back to what it was like when he could, when he'd sit alone in his college dorm, playing with himself while wishing for someone to hold. But that sadness would go away as he remembered what he had now--even though his dick wasn't really his anymore. It was just another one of master's toys. And he wouldn't want it any other way.
The clock would strike 5, and he'd be out of the office faster than a bolt of lightning. The whole way home he'd be grinding his balls against his seat, those pent up blue orbs aching for some kind of release they knew they wouldn't get anytime soon.
He'd squeal into the cul-de-sac as he made it towards home. He'd wave to the neighbor as he drove past, his other hand already launching the garage door opener. He'd pull in, the garage door closing behind him as he fumbled with his keys, trying to unlock the door as soon as possible. He'd burst in, his paws grabbing his collar the second he came through the threshold, wrapping it around his neck and clicking it into place.
Calm would wash over him as he felt that soft leather against his fur. He'd sigh contently, and begin to strip out of his clothes that imprisoned him. He'd wag as the cotton undies that trapped his balls finally came off, finally feeling right with the world after a day of pretending to be something he wasn't anymore. He could feel his balls sway as he walked around picking up his clothes, his bare fur feeling so right as he dropped them in the hamper and started on dinner.
6 o'clock would roll around, and I'd walk through the door. He'd be waiting for me with a wag in his tail. I'd pet his head, and tell him what a good boy he was, before walking into the living room where a TV tray and a fully cooked dinner would be waiting for me with a nice, cold, tall beer.
He'd help me take off my paint-covered shirt, folding it up and putting it on the counter as I sat down. I'd grab my fork and the nightly news would just be starting up. I'd start to eat, and he'd finish undressing me.
He'd start with my work boots, slowly unlacing them before pulling them off along with my socks. He'd get a stupid grin on his muzzle as he'd lean down and start to lick at my bare, sweaty paws. His tiny cock would strain against the chastity cage, dripping pre onto his balls and matting the fur there into a sticky mess.
I was never really into paws myself, but he'd always seem to enjoy them, and why shouldn't I let my puppy do something he likes every once in a while?
Besides...watching someone debase themselves by worshiping my feet would be a great turn-on.
He'd stroke and rub them for a while, nuzzling against my paw pads, making cute little puppy whimpers as he sniffed, licked, and rubbed the soreness of the day out. About half way through my beer he'd pull himself off, and unzip my drywall dust covered jeans, he'd help me slide them off along with my underwear. Then he'd lay his head on the couch just inches away from my package, another stupid grin on his muzzle as he looked at my musky balls. I'd stroke the back of his head and he'd lean forward, his tongue gently licking at my balls, greedily licking up that musky taste that would make him so pent-up with need that his back would bend so that his ass was up in the air, like he was begging for some invisible cock to fuck him.
I'd let him have his fun. Later, when the business section of the news would come on, I'd ignore it. But I'd see puppy's pointed ears would swivel towards the TV, a worried look coming over his face as they talked about some company's stock falling like a rock. I would feel so bad for my puppy that I would reach down and start to gently stroke one of his big lupine ears.
"That's a good boy. You do such a good job at being the one thing you need to be, and that's master's puppy. I'm so lucky to have a good boy like you," I'd say in a calm tone as my foot came up to tickle his balls with my toes, snapping him out of his funk. I can see him start to relax a bit. "Such a good boy...I'm sure you're so happy knowing you do such a good job at being master's puppy." The tension all but melts away, and he looks up at me with his eyes, nothing but love filling them, as I let him forget about the stress of his day.
I'd finish up my food, and I ruffle the fur on his head. I'd walk up stairs with him close at my heels. I'd look down at him for a second, and grin. "Hop up on the bed, boy...and get on your back."
He'd do as he's told, lifting up his legs and presenting his cute little pink pucker to me. It would already have a hot pink butt plug inside, and he'd be all lubed up and ready to go. "Good boy..." I'd whisper as I'd look at his pent-up balls, grinning as I'd shove my muzzle down against them.
I could smell just how pent up and musky they are. I would prod them with my wet, cold, black nose, and my puppy would have a whole shiver run down his spine. It'd be so cute. I'd start to lick at them, my puppy biting his lip at first, trying to hold back his cute little whimpers. I would see his tiny cock straining against his pink cage as he whined, his knot throbbing against that cold metal, begging for something, anything as he humps the air.
My muzzle would assault those pup nuggets. Licking, sucking, and even biting them a bit, and everything I do would just drive him mad with lust, knowing that soon I'll just stop, leaving him extra pent-up and horny, praying he can feel his release through me.
I'd tease him for a good 20 minutes before I'd slide that plug out of his lubed hole and press my cock against his cute pucker. He'd whine like a needy bitch in heat as I'd hold my drooling tip there, wanting to feel it inside him so bad. And with a thrust, he'd get his wish.
He'd feel so perfect around my dick. The years of fucking would have made his hole fit my cock like a worn, leather glove. He wouldn't be too tight or too loose, he'd be just right for his papa bear. I'd give a lusty growl as I'd watch him squirm under me. He'd know that no matter what he did though, I wouldn't let him cum. That'd be only up for me to decide, and no amount of begging or cuteness would ever change that. So he'd just sit back and enjoy the feeling of my cock prodding his full prostate.
I'd pound him for a while, my mind drifting back to his reaction at the news. Today must have been hard on him... I lean down, and nuzzle at his ear before I'd whisper into it. "Does puppy want some belly rubs tonight?" His eyes would shoot wide open, and he'd grip me tight.
He'd bark twice, which means a very outstanding "yes".
I'd lean back up, sliding the heart-shaped locket from around my neck, pressing the center to make a little key pop out of the bottom. I'd lean down and unlock his chastity cage, putting it on the side of the bed, as his cock throbbed against his belly. I'd wait for a while before doing anything, waiting to get close myself before even touching it. Just letting that tiny thing flop against his belly, before taking hold. "Aww who's a good boy? Who loves taking master's dick like a good little bitch?"
"Bark bark!" Another outstanding "yes" as my cock battered his prostate and my paw stroked at his dick.
The pre he'd leak throughout the day would be more than enough lube as my paw would stroke slowly along his dick, wanting to draw this out as long as possible. "Mmm you love belly rubs, don't you boy?"
"Bark bark!"
"Good...but do you love them as much as master?" I'd ask as I'd stroke his knot.
"Bark!" And without missing a beat, he says "no". Any other puppy might have said yes, but clearly my puppy would be better than those dogs. He'd know he loves his master more than those puppy cums.
"Then I bet you wouldn't mind if I just stopped right now, and put you back in your cage...huh, puppy?"
Now that one would make him think for a second, but he'd reluctantly bark "no"...he'd know better than to disobey me.
"Good dog..." I'd say as I'd squeeze his knot and give another hard thrust into him. "Good thing I'm in that kind of a kind mood today..." His ears would perk up and he'd howl for joy as the speed of my thrusts and paws increase.
It wouldn't take long for my brown ursine balls, which had been pounding his ass to start to pull up, and I'd whisper, "Cum puppy...." His ass would grip down on my thrusting dick like a vice as he'd howl for joy, long thick ropes of cum splattering all over his belly, chest, and some even hitting his chin. Those fat blue balls pumping out a month's worth of seed as my puppy would shudder around my cock. I'd give a mighty roar and join in, my seed filling my pup's ass, his reward for being such a good dog.
We'd lay there for a moment, before he'd start to clean himself up, and then me. He'd whimper before putting his cage back on, which would be hard considering his dick would be up again and ready for another go. He'd crawl up into bed with me, his nose nuzzling into the fur on my chest. I'd rub at his lupine ears, and whisper "Speak..." softly on my breath.
"Mmm thank you so much..." he'd whisper.
"Well you seemed like you had a bad day, hun. I'm sure that you needed it." I'd say back, my fingers still stroking at his ears.
"Arf... A lot, I would have much rather been home today..." he'd admit as he'd curl up against my side.
"We're almost there.... We just need to finish paying off the car, and finish the repairs on the cabin up north and we're free." I'd look down at him, cupping his face in my paw as I'd stroke at his cheek with my thumb. "Then your only worry will be pleasing me. We'll be able to burn those suits of yours, and we'll finally get what we've always wanted." He'd nod and I'd give him a little kiss. "I love you, honey." I'd whisper.
"I love you too..." he'd whisper back before we'd fall asleep, his nose under my arm like the good boy he is...