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Westminster Kennel Show - Pup Edition

A simple note had gotten him the day off from school. The semester was ending in a few days anyways so it was not like Macaulay was missing out on anything important. In the weeks coming up to the contest Macaulay had been filled with a certain pride and excitement. Tori had been the one to suggest entry into the contest, he must be really proud of how well Macaulay was performing.

And now here they were, behind the large curtains where all the owners and their pups were preening and preparing for the show.

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“ “God dammit, boy.” I bellowed, with due frustration. “I told you I’d let you cum this weekend was that not enough for you?”
Martin’s face was still agape and blushing, embarrassed at being caught in the act as much as he was for...
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"God dammit, boy." I bellowed, with due frustration. "I told you I’d let you cum this weekend was that not enough for you?"

Martin’s face was still agape and blushing, embarrassed at being caught in the act as much as he was for escaping his chastity cage. It boggled my mind how he managed that, even with his paws on, a deadbolt lock that I’d custom fit for his cage, and a modified cage.

Martin insisted he loved bondage. He loved rope play and being hogtied. He loved puppy play, being denied the use of his hands and forced to crawl. He loved being cuffed to the bed when we made love in the wee hours of the night.

I’m pretty certain that he just loved to escape from bondage and that was his real kink. No sooner would I tie him up than the scamp would have already freed his hand or his foot. I called him my little Houdini.

It was especially frustrating in view of the fact that I was his master. I was supposed to be in charge here! He delighted in defying me, in disobeying when he knew what punishment would follow. Each time I’d lay down the ground rules and each time I would up the ante. Only a few days ago I had flogged his back raw until he was bawling, on the verge of safe-wording.

Who was in charge here? Me? Him? I was at my wits’ end and then I remembered seeing the Leather-Dog Whisperer. A quick 1-800 call put me in touch with Mister X. He’d know what to do!

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Yes. The Leather-Dog Whisperer is a copyright of Mister X Enterprises. Stay away from my material, FOX, I have a lawyer and know how to use him!

Quickie I drew last night. I just managed to complete it today before I fall into oblivion with the latest Dragon Age game XD

Cheers.

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Rather humorous that an image I consider a throw-away turned out to be so popular. I think its dinged more favs than any other.

Suppose its the mix of mischief, puppy gear, and escaped chastity.

Its also one of the only stories I’ve written in first person perspective (which I hate with the fires of a burning star).

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Valentine is a crafty pup. He hand-made all of his gear and gave it his personal twist. As much as he enjoys being a good pup, he enjoys the excuse to be in public to show off his creations - much to the envy of many other competitors.
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Valentine is a crafty pup. He hand-made all of his gear and gave it his personal twist. As much as he enjoys being a good pup, he enjoys the excuse to be in public to show off his creations - much to the envy of many other competitors.

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Something new for the The Dog Show. Its been a while since I’ve drawn anything for that. This drawing came together really quickly. I really like the end result. Cute, smug, with awesome hair.

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Home had turned out to be a elegantly furnished apartment on the upper floor of the tall building. Paintings on the walls, leather furniture and fine wood trim completed the image of a formally run manor on a much smaller scale.
Timidly placing one...

Home had turned out to be a elegantly furnished apartment on the upper floor of the tall building. Paintings on the walls, leather furniture and fine wood trim completed the image of a formally run manor on a much smaller scale.

Timidly placing one paw in front of the other Ryan entered , his owner closing the door quickly behind him and walking briskly across the front room to one of the side doorways.

Exhausted and still burning brightly with embarrassment the pup padded to the center of the room, eying the large couch as the perfect place to lay down and rest. It had been quite a disconcerting day and he needed time to sort things out in his mind.

Ryan was already in the process of dragging his body up when he heard the man’s rebuking voice from the other room. “Stay off the furniture, pooch. A dog stays on the floor unless he’s told to do otherwise.”

Blushing furiously at being referred to as a dog, the boy lowered himself back onto the floor and slumped down onto his side. Did this man really think of him as nothing more than a dog? What did he intend to do to him? Did he even want to know?

Shortly thereafter his owner returned holding something in his hands. It looked like an animal tail attached to … a butt plug. The plug itself was abhorrently large. It did not take Ryan but a moment to realize where that was supposed to go.

Hoping to his legs the boy backed away, his head low to the ground, fear wide in his eyes.

“A dog needs a proper tail. Since you don’t have one of your own I’ve got just the thing to help you out, pup.” The man said as he advanced.

Ryan shook his head from side to side and continued to back away until he found his back was to the wall.

“Turn around, ass in the air, and lets get this over with. Do it or we’ll being returning to the store to see about having you gelded.”

Flinching at the threat the boy realized there was little he could do but comply. Defeatedly he did as he was told, planting his face against the wall and lifted his hindquarters.

Instantly he could feel the wet sensation of lube against his exposed anus. His hair stood on end as goose pimples rose on his skin. Then something cold and hard pressed against him gently at first but with mounting pressure.

Gritting his teeth only went so far against the surging pain of his sphincter being forced open to an incredible diameter and Ryan finally forswore his bravery and screamed like a small child, thrashing his legs about and trying to pull away. The man caught him by the hair and pulled back, forcibly impaling him more and more on the large plug.

Ryan wept openly as the last of the tail plug was pushed into him. With a tossel of his hair his owner released him, letting him fall to the floor in a heap. Panting for breath he was overwhelmed by the sensation of the alien device swallowed up in his bowels. Somewhere deep inside he felt an odd reaction.

His own body shocked him and, as Ryan stared behind him through tear filled eyes he saw his own cock stiff as a board and dripping precum at an incredible rate onto the floor between his legs. A weak whimper escaped his lips as his colon tried to adjust to the monstrous intruder lurking in his rear.

“Good boy.” Came his owner’s welcome praise and another tossel of his hair followed. “You’re leaking, pup.” He pointed at the puddle of precum forming. “Get your tongue out and clean that up. I want no stains on my carpet. As long as you’re leaking you’ll be licking it up.”

Moving at all made Ryan decidedly aware of his tail plug and caused it to rub repeatedly against his prostate. Even as he attempted to clean up the mess the boy sighed and he realized that as long as the plug remained in he would be licking carpet…

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The restraints had been removed after the surgery. The crawl that they had enforced was now a permanent fixture in his life, the tendons in his ankles irreparably damaged to ensure his place at his owner’s feet.
Ryan had whimpered pitiably when he...

The restraints had been removed after the surgery. The crawl that they had enforced was now a permanent fixture in his life, the tendons in his ankles irreparably damaged to ensure his place at his owner’s feet.

Ryan had whimpered pitiably when he discovered what his new owner had done. But there was little time to mourn his lost mobility. The man was determined to take his new purchase home from the shop with him. After a brief accessory change the man in the black suit and his pup set off on the streets of the town.

Face flushed red with shame at being paraded around like some animal, Ryan kept his head low and his eyes fixed on the ground in front of him. He was not sure which was worse, the ache of his balls in the vice or the burning in his cheeks every time he heard a passer-by chuckle or a child run up and ruffle his hair, fawning over him as though he were a dog.

The ordeal was made all the worse when he owner paused in the park outside a very tall apartment complex. He had lead Ryan up to the side of a tree and stopped expectantly.

Not daring to look up, Ryan stayed crouched on all fours, waiting to see what would follow.

The man frowned and tapped his foot. “I can wait all day if I have to, pup. I won’t have you going on the carpet in the house later. Piss now or you’re holding it until morning.”

Now? Here? He thought frantically. In front of all these people? Ryan lowered himself to the ground, his body trembling with embarrassment. This was a joke, right? He didn’t honestly expect -

A sharp tweak on his ear shocked Ryan back to his situation. The man’s face was inches from his own, his expression irritated and unforgiving. “Lift your fucking leg, boy, and start with the waterworks or I’m going to take you back to the shop and see about removing fingers next.”

The thought of losing what little of his humanity he had left was more than enough to make Ryan piss himself. He gave a startled jump and hefted his leg as ordered as the urine started flowing.

The laughter of the people nearby only made the scene worse. Was he just an animal? Everyone seemed to see him as that. Then why was it all so humiliating?

“That’s a good boy.” Came a rare bit of praise. The man ruffled his hand through Ryan’s hair and patted him on the back. “Lets go inside and show you around your new home.”

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