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J-pup, Chapter Three
After a night of great sexual fun, anticipation of the next time that J-pup would come over was the first thing that came to my mind the next day. It was a brilliant Sunday -- one where everybody would be out enjoying the nice late summer day. Not many more of these days left.
So of course the thought about what transpired the night before with J-pup only served to fuel my increasing level of horniness again. The desire to see him was rising fast, faster than the afternoon heat and humidity.
The crazy notion that crossed my mind was that he would have second thoughts in the morning and feel buyer's remorse, more than likely ashamed of what transpired between us the night before. For that reason, there was a bit of hesitance to turn on the app to see if there were more messages from him.
But then again, the thought crossed my mind that if he was true to what he wrote last night, then we could be two like minds that might just have found someone who likes the same kinks. Yeah, that's doubtful.
Why the fuck should this be so difficult and why should there be any doubt in myself?
All doubt was erased when a notification came up from him as soon as the app was opened.
< Sir? Please contact me.
My cock went from limp to rock hard in seconds.
< What's up boy?
Being a master/dom it just made sense for him to establish loyalty to me before he would get a better treatment from me.
That wasn't necessarily the type of person that would define me outside of the pup play or BDSM world that really makes me sing, but for what really gets me off and triggers the deep inside animalistic being and downright heavy duty getting off, this is what gets my blood flowing and turns me on like nothing else. So until he proved his loyalty to me and until we get to a point where we speak to each other, this is how it will go.
After a half hour he answered back.
< Sorry Sir, I was busy doing some stuff for work.
< K, what's up?
Immediate response now. Boldly he wrote back:
< When can we get together again?
< Tonight at 7. No hoodie this time. Park in front of the house. The door will be open to the porch, come in. Sit by the inner door. Woof once or twice to get in. okay?
< Okay Sir! What else should I do?
< Do you have a tail?
< no Sir. (Sad emoji face)
< Okay.
< Should I wear the same suit, Sir?
This sounded good, but other thoughts entered my mind, mainly moving to the next level.
< You ready to move up to the next level?
Silence for a few minutes, and then:
< Can I ask what the next level is?
< punishment for not having a tail. You will be introduced to my room.
I continued.
< Still no talking. Same rules apply. Be clean, wear the mask, a black tee shirt, underwear or a jock strap (preferred), black shorts, shoes. Once inside, rules are the same as before: Safe word is growling twice if you've had too much. Groaning if you approve, whimpering/begging if you want more.
More silence and it seemed like he had gotten scared off by my forwardness. And then:
< Yes SIR, that will be great. I can't wait.
< Seven o'clock. Sharp.
< Thank you Sir, see you then.
Now my cock was about ready to bust out of my shorts. It was time to go down to my toy room and make sure that everything was clean and ready to go. It had been awhile since the toys and corresponding parts had been used.
And so after cleaning up with the appropriate cleaners, diligence guaranteed that everything was now clean and ready for whatever J-pup could handle.
A cold shower was once again necessary in order to temper what wouldn't got down on its own.
Tonight's outfit included a black jock strap that did nothing to contain what would not fit in the state of a rock solid erection, a black upper chest harness, a pair of black leather shorts, and of course my black leather boots.
Five PM. Fuck. Two hours to go.
The next two hours were spent looking at toys and accessories online to get ideas, like more ideas were needed to get this boy hooked. Despite all of the wide assortment of toys and punishment devices, in the end he wanted what money couldn't buy: what was now still hard and leaking outside of the jock and on the inside of the shiny black leather shorts..
Time had passed by quickly surfing the kink sites looking for new toys. Without realizing what time it was, it sounded like someone pulled up in front of the house or at least a car door shut. Pulling up the surveillance app on my laptop, the camera in the corner of the porch did indeed reveal what looked like a blue Honda Accord now parked in front of the house. Sure enough, slowly the front porch door opened. A few moments later I heard a quiet "woof", and then thirty seconds later, another.
Closing my laptop and going to the door, slowly I opened it to see J-pup kneeling, looking up at me in the dim early evening light that had filtered through the mostly covered windows of the porch. Nodding my head up for approval once, I raised my hand and motioned for him to come inside the house.
Just as my instructions carefully and precisely detailed to him, he was masked up, wearing a tight black tee shirt with no words or print on it, and a pair of tight fitting black shorts. Instead of walking in on his feet, instead he slowly crawled in on all fours, and knelt in front of me just inside the front door. It was time to take the next step. I had a leash hanging by the door, one with a brown leather loop for me to hold and a shiny silver metal chain that was probably about a half inch thick and about three feet in length, with a clasp on the end. I held it up in front of him and he nodded his head in approval, whining as well. I hooked the leash to his collar, and then motioned for him to follow me.
We went into my dimly lit living room where I stopped in the middle of the hardwood floor of the room. I snapped my fingers and pointed to my feet. Just as he'd done yesterday, the finger motion that followed told him to start by licking my boots.
After licking them both for a minute, and as commanded before, he then began licking up my hairy, muscular legs, stopping just short of my shorts. I then motioned for him to stand and lick my abs, my chest, and to finally lick and suck each of my taut nipples. He did as commanded, and even buried his snout in my hairy armpits, sniffing each one.
His next command was to remove his shirt and his shorts. Just as instructed, he was wearing a black Gruff Pup jock strap. In one quick motion, I reached out and grabbed his small package in right hand. It was the first time that I'd acknowledged his smallish cock, which was nicely contained in the jock. He sort of jumped back as my hand aggressively felt him up from the outside of the jock.
He appeared to have about four or five thin inches that was pointing up, nearly reaching the top of the waistband. His nuts appeared to be bigger than average, probably compensating for his small cock. I pulled him to me, my right hand reaching down to feel his bare ass cheeks, my finger running down the crack of his ass almost touching his hole. With my left hand I reached into his jock, feeling a full patch of pubic hair and felt a slick spot of precum that had leaked from his erection.
It was almost time to introduce him to my room, but my thoughts first was to give him a taste of what he was lusting after. Pushing him back after removing my hand from the inside of his jock, I motioned for him to sit. He immediately sat down.
I moved back and stood in front of my black leather recliner. Giving a slight tug on the leash, I motioned for him to come to me. He crawled across the floor and was now looking up at me in anticipation. His next command was to pull my shorts down, which he did. I sat back in the leather recliner and motioned for him to take my cock out of my jock, but not removing the jock.
Eagerly he did, and as I nodded my head, he began to carefully and methodically lick around the base of my cock, then the shaft, and finally around the swollen, leaking head, looking up at me for my next command. When I nodded my masked head, he engulfed the entire head in his eager, wet mouth, taking it in as far as he could. Despite having expert cum control, I thought I was going to explode instantly.
But of course as my cock got harder and was close, he stopped sucking and instead buried his head in my crotch, sucking on my hairy sack by taking each ball in his mouth, pulling gently and sucking them until my sack was drenched with his spit.
When the urge passed to cum, I pulled him off my balls and in one move forced my cock back inside his mouth, surprising him and almost making him choke and puke. He looked up at me with red watering eyes, that despite their almost pleading to not do that again, made me force him down again.
Two more times holding his down as far as he could -- which was almost balls deep -- cut off his breathing, so on the third time when finally got control of his breathing he could keep my cock down his throat for close to a minute.
Fucking his throat felt amazing, and on the fifth time when I couldn't hold back anymore, jet after jet shot out of my cock and went directly down his throat. When he was ready to pass out, I pulled out of his throat amazed to find he'd taken every drop of round one.
When his breathing resumed normally, he followed my command to put my dripping cock back in my jock strap. I motioned for him to stand up, and so with spit and remnants of cum along with watery eyes, he stood in front of me. Still hard and enjoying the hell out of just getting an awesome blow job, uncharacteristically I reached for his jock, felt his erection and fished it out.
I pulled him closer to me and sniffed him, enjoying his musk mixed with his deodorant soap, a scent I recognized as Harry's body soap. In a moment of extreme horniness despite just getting blown, I held his five throbbing inches in my hand and in one motion, took him balls deep in my mouth. He made the same noise a dog makes when his ears are rubbed, as he obviously was enjoying having his cock in my mouth.
I sucked him for a few minutes when I could tell his breathing was getting faster. Daringly, he put his hands on my shoulders, preparing to dump his load down my throat. When I sensed he was close, I pulled off his cock and gave his balls a good back hand slap that made him jump back and yelp, the look on his face was one of confusion. I wagged my index finger back and forth, shaking my head no.
He now had just his collar and jock on, I was wearing just my harness and my jock . It was now time to lead him to the basement to my room. Tugging on his leash, willingly, he followed.
Inside the room, the majority of my toys were laid out on the counter top. Floggers, riding crops, paddles, butt plugs -- including three different sized tails -- with the plug portion ranging from about the size of his cock, to one that was bigger than mine by about a half inch in diameter. There were other devices as well, like a spiked wheel, handcuffs, ball stretchers, penis clamps, and electric razor, and of course a cock cage for compete cum control. There were more toys in the cabinets on the wall, including a couple different lubes.
I led him around the room where paused to sniff and whine in approval at each toy. If there was one he liked, he picked it up and then looked at me, nodding his head and whining.
He had approved almost everything on the counter top. I now knew what direction I'd take.
The bed/table in the middle of the room where his punishment would take place was adjustable, about six feet long and two feet wide. It had hooks on each end to attach ropes, and on the one end were leather buckles that was used to put the sub's hands in.
Willingly, J-pup crawled on top of the table and put his wrists in the buckles, ready for fun.
Of course, I did not allow him to put his hands in the buckles. Instead, I motioned for him to move down on the table on his stomach, with his legs on the floor, exposing his beautiful ass.
There were adjustable leather buckles on the bottom of the table, so quickly I attached the buckles to his ankles. They were now locked in place and spread apart about twenty inches. It was now time to tie his hands down to the table as well, which he willingly allowed me to do, tying one hand to each corner of the table. So between his wrists and ankles being tied down reasonably tight, he could not move.
Seeing his sexy ass now exposed to me, I wanted to dive into it head first and eat that beautiful ass, making him quiver and essentially beg for my cock. But first he needed to accept and endure some punishment, mainly for not having a tail, something which we'd discussed during our exchanges on the dating app. He had told me online that he was definitely open to being spanked and receiving mild punishment.
I walked around in front of him so he could see me choose the first tool to administer his punishment. My first tool was a riding crop, about two feet long with a leather end that measured something like three inches square. When he saw me pick it up and give the table a quick slap, he groaned in approval.
As I passed by his side, I ran my finger lightly from his neck down his spine to his hole, giving him goose bumps on his skin and causing his hole to pucker and quiver. He began to move his ass from side to side the best he could, as if to invite me to play with it. Instead of giving him what he wanted, I gave him three quick slaps on his ass cheeks with the crop.
He jumped a little after the first one, and more when I gave him the second one. He moaned, so of course I knew he liked getting it just as much as I enjoyed giving it to him. Now a third, fourth and fifth, each one gaining intensity. His cheeks were now getting pinkish red, but he didn't growl. He was enjoying this just as much as me. After five on each cheek, I went back to the counter, putting the crop down and grabbed the flogger. Made of black leather, it was close to twenty four inches long. Five more swats on each cheek with the flogger, then I switched it out for a black leather paddle that was about sixteen inches in length, four inches wide.
The first swat with the paddle made a definitive slapping sound that stung as loud as it sounded. J-pup groaned with the pain caused by the paddle, but didn't growl. Again the paddle slapped now red cheeks. A third, fourth and now a fifth. Seeing his red ass cheeks only served to make my cock harder and drip more inside my jock. By the time I'd administered the fifth swat on his other cheek, he was definitely trying to hold it together as he groan almost became a grimacing noise. But no growl.
His cheeks now a brighter shade of red satisfied my desires for his ass punishment. So now it was time for some pleasure. I knelt behind him, admiring his pucker and ass. Damn it looked hot as fuck. Uncertain what punishment was coming next, J-pup's left leg started to twitch and quiver, so when I parted his cheeks with my hands and buried my mouth in his hole, his legs almost went limp. He was groaning with great pleasure now, and when I pulled off for a second, I noticed his half erect cock that was outside of his jock was now dripping a steady stream of precum that had already reached small collection cup that was fastened to the lower part of the table, aligned perfectly to catch whatever streamed down.
I've never been much into eating a guys ass before, but something about his hole was just fucking amazing. His hole was now wet with saliva and was ready and begging for my tool.
I stood up, wiped the saliva from my face with the back of my hand, which I then wiped on his ass cheeks. Lowering my jock strap, my now freed massive cock was ready to give this little bitch what he craved. More than anything else at that moment, I wanted to just drive my cock deep into his spit soaked hole, but instead I stood behind him and teased the fuck out of that hole with the hard purple head of my cock. He was now moaning and groaning, making every sound possible without talking that let me know he wanted to feel me deep inside him right now.
Instead, I continued to play the game. His hole would open up just far enough to accept the head of my cock, but just as I was about to drive it in, I pulled back out, giving it a few minutes, using the paddle to once again administer a good slap on his punished ass.
Finally after about seven or eight minutes of doing this while he kept begging/whining/groaning, I spit a huge glob of saliva on his crack, letting it run down to his hole just before I slammed it all the way in. First he yelped, then he groaned as the immediate pain quickly transformed into the pleasure that he so desperately desired.
I rode him good for five minutes or so, maybe longer, who knows. His breathing increased, letting me know that more than likely he was getting closer to having his first hands free orgasm of the night.
That would not be allowed, not just yet anyway. I had other plans.
It was time to put him on his back. I untied from the restraints, then motioned for him to lay on his back, with his full body on the table. First his hands were shackled to the sides of the table in the same leather restraints, moved to have his hands near his sides. Before shackling down his ankles to the edge of corners of the table, I pulled his jock strap completely off now, and for the first time he was now fully naked for me to see.
His blemish free skin was mostly smooth and perfect, except for a nice dark patch of pubes that surrounded his thin erect and leaking cock. His full sack was naturally hairless except for a few rogue strands. His taint and hole were also naturally smooth.
I ran my hands over his entire legs, a smattering of dark hairs covered parts of his thighs, but from his knees down the soft dark hairs covered his skin and felt good on my fingers. He was moaning constantly now and moving around from the ticklish touches that felt so fucking good, evident by his cock twitching and leaking.
Bypassing his cock, I ran my hand over his mostly smooth and flat abs that were void of fat but were not even close to being a six pack. As my hands moved up to cup his tight pecs and arms, I looked at his mask and saw that his eyes were mostly shut as he sighed at the movement of my fingers on his skin.
He didn't see me pick up the cordless electric razor, so when I got to his full dark bush above his erect cock, his head jerked up when the razor was switched on, his eyes now wide open.
I ran my fingers through his pubes, touching his sensitive skin in the bush. He knew what was going to come next, and as I moved the razor close to his bush, he didn't resist or growl.
As much as I love my bush and thick pubes, my subs are not allowed to have any pubes. It's just my thing. It doesn't mean I'm a perv or whatever, but if I'm going to suck that cock, I don't want to get pubic hair in my mouth. But hey, that's just me. And he'll soon find out how much attention he'll get having a smooth, nonexistent bush. Being licked, sucked and caressed with no pubes is very sensual indeed.
At first I teased him with the razor, keeping the cutter away from his pubes that he had more than likely had for close to ten years. Instead, I laid the razor between his legs, making his softening cock again jump. Moving up to his sack, the vibrations caused more reaction to his limp cock, probably due to the fear of what was going to come next. Moving the razor around his sack, then laying it in the middle of his pubes, something deep inside flipped his switch, causing his cock to literally rise from soft to hard in seconds. "That's a good boy." I thought to myself, once again no words spoken.
When the cold cutter touched his skin and pass by pass the decade old pubes were cut away, precum resumed streaming from his stiff cock. As I cut and watched tufts of pubes fall away, I cupped and massaged his balls, causing them to loosen up in his sack. Smearing the dick snot on his small pink and purple cock head, he groaned as I stroked him three or four times, then stopped.
I'd like to say I'm a master at edging my subs to the point of actually begging me to let them cum. So it was only fair that I introduced J-pup to my skill. First, however, the rest of his body hair except for any hair on his head which I couldn't see, would need to come off, including pit hair.
Ten minutes or so later I'd accomplished this.
The razor took it down close, but now I used shaving cream and a hand triple blade razor designed for pubic hair removal to compete the smoothness he would now be required to maintain.
Of course I would give him obligatory strokes, bringing him super close to the brink before stopping to resume his hair removal.
Finally, he was hairless all over his body.
Now I resumed touching every part of his very smooth skin: chest, abs, arms, underarms which I now sniffed and licked, his legs, and finally his silky smooth groin. Running my fingers around his smooth junk made him groan in delight. A couple more strokes to the edge had him whining big time, begging for release.
Not yet.
Time for some ball stretching.
I chose a two piece stainless steel ball weight stretcher, about an inch in thickness to start with. Squeezing my thumb and pointer finger around his sack and lightly pulling it away from his body, his tight balls started to slowly relax and descend. He moaned and groaned at the pressure applied to his swollen balls that were so desperate for release.
It took some coaxing, but within a few minutes, his tight balls had descended far enough to place the two pieces of the ball weight around the cords of his balls, now making the skin of his sack stretching around them, causing his sack to turn bright red. His rigid cock responded by leaking more precum than before, and it appeared that not only was he moaning from a little scrotal pain but was obviously moaning in pleasure as well.
So of course I turned it up a notch, by going back to the riding crop and giving his stretched red ball sack a couple of good slaps with the crop. The first slap made J-pup jump, despite being tied down. The second made him growl once, and the third made him growl twice. Enough of that. I would definitely keep my promise. J-pup looked like he was getting restless and tired of being tied up. He had been enjoying everything up to this point until he growled twice.
To make it up to him, I carefully now caressed his red sack, gently massaging his balls, touching them so carefully and softly. His erection that had subsided quickly regained its strength, standing straight up again.
It was time to give him a little pleasure.
I approached the end of the table and got between his now smooth as silk hairless legs and began to lick my way up from his knees to his swollen red ball sack. I licked all around his sack, which quickly responded to the touch of my tongue by its skin tightening up. I moved my tongue back and forth over the skin, then licked it like I was licking a quickly melting ice cream cone on a hot summer's day.
He was now enjoying this as much as I was. Finally when I couldn't hold out anymore, I easily took his entire cock deep into my mouth as he groaned deep and long with the most pleasure I'd given him outside of the good deep fucking I'd given him the night before.
It was not even a minute when I sensed his cock getting harder than it had been, his breathing increased, and I knew it wouldn't be long until he came. So of course I stopped before he erupted.
He groaned and was frustrated that he was not given permission or allowed to cum.
In fact, he began to whine, making the noise a pup makes when he wants something. He began to whine really bad, as his red sack and tight balls were giving him a bad case of the blue balls.
Still, it was not yet time for him to cum.
Unbuckling his now smooth legs and arms from the ends of the table, I pulled him to the edge of the table, lifted his legs in the air, exposing his smooth, wet hole. It was now time to ride his ass good and give him what he wanted.
I pushed his smooth legs back with his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around the back of his knees, and fastened his hands together with the leather shackle. This gave me the perfect access to his hole, and since he'd been a good boy putting up with the punishment I'd doled out, it was time to give him what he truly wanted. Going back to his stretched sack and resuming worshipping it with my tongue and mouth, he was getting turned on again. All of my saliva from his sack ran down his taint again to his hole, providing the perfect lube for what was as big as it could get and already dripping profusely.
As soon as he felt my swollen dick head on his already bruised hole, he moaned and whined in anticipation of what was about to start. This time instead of teasing that hole, I let his boy cunt swallow my cock balls deep.
J-pup actually let out a long, deep, guttural howl. It's a good thing we were in the basement of my house because if we were in my bedroom with the windows open the neighbors would have thought I had a dog in the house.
He wasn't going to make it long before he came. Yeah, it'd have been really easy to keep edging him. But I was horny as fuck as well so it was time to enjoy fucking this boy's ass.
And so the fucking commenced. From nearly pulling all the way out to ramming it back in balls deep, taking long strokes, I methodically gave this boy what he wanted. He was whining, whimpering, groaning and just going fucking crazy from my huge tool reaming his ass good.
It only took about two minutes of deep fucking him before I could sense he was going to explode. I pulled out just because and he made a groaning sound like someone makes when they lose a game. Looking down at his balls, I loved the way the stretched, full, red and ready to burst balls looked. His full sack almost resembled a softball, it seemed so big in proportion to his smallish cock. I thought about removing the ball stretcher weight but instead sunk my cock back in his eager wanting hole. This time it was going to be for real. No more edging.
I had put a small pillow under his ass elevating his hole just a little higher, enough that the natural curve in my cock would now hit his boy spot head on.
And yeah, with each thrust inside my thick head pushed all the right buttons causing my boy to moan and whine again, begging for me to continue. So of course I started fucking him faster, grinding deeper.
He was writhing on the table, the movements of my cock teasing and bringing him ever so closer by a fraction of an inch with each thrust. When he finally approached the precipice, his breathing was fast, his moaning and groaning almost nonstop as if he'd actually been hiking up a tall mountain. When the dam finally broke loose, he began howling again as his cock shot stream after stream of semen a good three feet in the air, covering his chest, his face, the table, and some falling on the floor. He must have shot a good five or six -- or more streams -- as I kept stride, pressing the right buttons with my cock head.
His orgasm, which resonated through his body and ass was the impetus that triggered my massive orgasm. I so badly wanted to yell "FUCK!" but found the urge to resist using any verbal words and instead howled out as well. Shot after shot of cum filled his ass, my cock must not have stopped spasming for nearly a minute, draining my balls of their semen directly into his hot, wet, hungry hole.
When the spasms and cum streams finally came to an end, I unbuckled the leather shackle, letting his arms and legs relax.
Cum was almost everywhere on his body -- his chest, his face, and a puddle had formed where his pubes once were. His ass was leaking my cum on to the table. His cock was still hard, as was mine.
It was time for him to choose his tail. Of the three sizes, he choose the medium sized plug that was almost as big as my cock. I spread some lube on the plug and struggled a bit to insert it in cum lubed hole, causing him to moan with excitement.
Without really thinking much, I leaned over and licked up the cum from his explosion that had spilled on to his now bare skin around the base of his cock. I could feel the warmth of his erect cock on my face, and after I licked up the puddle, I took his entire cock in my mouth, causing him to once again moan and groan.
His new tail, which was actually pointing to his front instead of his back was begging to be played with, so as I sucked him with a new fervor, I stroked his tail, which caused the plug portion of the tail to move around inside his hole further driving his new level of horniness.
It didn't take long for his second orgasm to gain momentum. I was now moving the plug of his tail in and out, the remnants of my load inside his ass making the perfect lube. I alternated between sucking his cock and licking his balls that were looser now, but still locked up in the ball stretcher.
When he approached the edge again, this time I kept going. At first the urge to swallow his load with his cock buried in my throat was so intense, but instead I pulled off and began to slowly stroke him with my right hand, while pushing the plug of the tail in and out, then massaging his tightening ball sack.
With each stroke, a clear drop of precum drooled out of his swollen cock head, so of course I smeared it around his sensitive head, rubbing the head more than the sweet spot on the underside. It was immense fun and pleasure to make it last as long as possible.
Finally, I stroked him for all it was worth, and despite the urge to stop and pinch his cock to keep him from ejaculating, I let his cock blast his huge second load of the night, stroking him hard and fast, causing him to howl again and jet after jet shot high and far once more. When the last few spasms were about done, I swallowed his cock again, tasting the sweet and pungent fluid as it slowly stopped. Yeah, once again my tongue bathed his naked pubic hair-free area around the root of his cock.
He was writhing in sheer delight.
My own cock was once again begging for attention, so I took the leash off the wall, fastened it to his collar and he willingly followed my lead to take him off the table. I now sat on the small bench that was along the wall and coaxed J-pup between my legs, where he willingly started sucking my cock again.
It took a little while longer this time, but as he brought me up to the edge of my third orgasm of the night, I pulled his head off my cock just before I shot my semen all over his already cum covered chest, our loads mixing together, his smallish cock now limp, his red sack hanging lower with the ball weight still attached, and his new tail in perfect position. As he nuzzled my inner thighs, his tail appeared to be wagging.
Good boy, I thought to myself.
I grabbed the allen wrench and removed his ball stretcher weight.
I tossed him a towel to clean himself. He stood up and began wiping up the massive amount of cum on his neck, chest and his hairless groin, pausing to touch himself, feeling around the newly shaved and bald areas where a thick growth of hair once was. He looked up at my with his puppy dog eyes, but if I read those eyes correctly, they were not upset.
When he finished, I led him by his leash upstairs to get dressed. Little did he know that as he pulled his black t-shirt over his head after putting his jock strap on, I took a quick picture with my cell phone.
I was not going to use it for anything other than my own pleasure.
Once he was fully dressed, I took his leash and led him to the front door, motioning for him to sit. The tip of his new tail now stuck up from the back of his black shorts. I motioned for him to give me his hand. We shook, I released the leash, opened the door and motioned for him to leave.
A half hour later after I showered and sat basking in the glory of a great night of sex with J-pup, my phone buzzed.
It was a notification from the dating app.
Of course it was from J-pup.
< OMG. Thank you, Sir. That was amazing, well, except for the ball slapping. That hurt a little.
And then:
< not the weight. That was amazing. Thanks for the tail too, Sir. I won't forget it next time.
I just smiled. I loved fucking J-pup, just as much as he loved getting fucked and being a good obedient sub. So I responded:
< That's a good boy. Glad you liked your experience. I'll take it easier on your balls.
< No worries. I'll get used to it. Your room is amazing.
< Glad you like it.
< Yes Sir. I do.
I was getting my things ready for work, so I didn't see his text right away:
< I want more.
I just wrote back that I approved of his wanting. And that he is a good boy.
Looks like I've found my pup.