Part five of five.
By popular demand!
Last one. I’ve tried to space posting them out so I don’t fill your feed with the same image over and over :p
Part four of five.
Hiding full image behind a link because of nullification scars. Nothing gory, but I recognize that is not everyone’s thing. It made for a fun variation - I mean, c’mon, cone of shame?
Part two of five.
My personal favorite.
Puppies love to play, especially with their owners.
No story this time. I’ve not been in a writing mood.
The pic started out with the goal of a tummy rub or a puppy treat but I totally burnt out before I even started the owner. :p So I settled on this.
But the pup came out great and I’m really happy with this version of the face.
Indecisive on poses for upcoming puppy pic.
Tummy rubs.
He was so proud of the dog collar that bore his name on it, the cushioned knee pads and the restraining puppy mittens. Laken did not even mind the embarrassingly cute dog-eared headband that his Master sat atop his head. It was all he could do to keep from laughing with happiness, his round bottom wagging with pleasure like a puppy-dog tail behind him.
Beaming up at his Master the boy dutifully followed him throughout the house that day, barking when spoken to and curling up lovingly at the man’s feet. This was pure bliss, he thought.
Night came quickly and Laken smiled up at his Master when the man yawned and stood up.
“Well, boy, I’m ready to hit the sack. Time to put you out in the kennel for the night. This way.” He motioned.
Laken cocked his head nervously to the side. He had simply assumed that he would be spending the night indoors - if not at the foot of his Master’s bed than at least on the floor next to it. All the same, he was determined to be as good and obedient a pet as he could be, so Laken followed.
Once he was outside Laken appreciated the mitts and pads all the more on the rough ground. They were only half way across the lawn when the boy heard excited barking coming from a large fenced off area. Timidly he stopped in his tracks and backed up a step, casting a wary glance at his Owner.
The man scowled slightly and retraced his steps to Laken, taking the boy by the collar and practically dragging him to the gate of the dog run. “You’re a dog, boy, which means you’ll sleep with the dogs.”
Laken was still wide-eyed with fear at this revelation when his master opened the gate. Four large huskies sat obediently on their hide paws, jaws open in excited grins. They were obviously very well trained and well behaved animals.
With a gentle toss his Master deposited Laken on the dusty floor of the kennel at the feet of these very large canines. Terrified he remained where he landed until he gave a shocked cry at the sudden application of something wet and musky smelling to his body. Pheromones.
Tears of betrayal leaking from the corners of his eyes, Laken stared up at his glowering Master questioningly. The man smiled and spoke, “Time to become part of the pack, boy.” Taking pity on the youth before he closed the door gate his Master’s last words were, “Keep your head low and don’t make eye contact. Let them know you’re a friend and you’ll be fine, boy.”
Even as he heard the man’s footsteps fade off into the distance Laken wanted to call out to him that this was enough, he didn’t want to play along anymore. But he had volunteered for the procedure that rendered him mute. Even if he could have managed a sound it would not have been enough to call the man back.
Almost immediately he felt the cold touch of a dog’s nose against his bare, goose-bumped flesh followed by a low growl. Other noses followed as the large huskies scented their newest roommate.
Nervously Laken rose up on all fours and, as instructed, kept his head low as he allowed them to inspect him. He yelped slightly at the sensation of a nose against the quivering bud of his sphincter. No sooner had the boy started to glance behind him than he felt the weight of a dog’s forepaws and warm body against him.
Laken screamed as the dog mounting him lunged forward with its own arousal, tearing into his unready body with animal lust. Squirming to get away he was hindered by the mitts on his hands which made it virtually impossible to drag himself out from underneath the heavy beast.
Another thrust brought fresh tears to his eyes and another garbled scream to his lips. He was already almost delirious with pain when the husky finally drove the thick knot of its cock into him. Almost passing out from the experience Laken tried to crawl away only to find his path blocked by the rest of the pack, their own erections quite prominent between their hind legs.
Every pelvic thrust of the assailing dog drew hoarse screams from the boy who had never encountered so much pain before. The thought of having to endure this with the other three dogs filled him with humiliation and despair.
This was not what he had wanted at all.
Meanwhile, at the house, Laken’s master sat on the back porch and listened for hours to boy’s panicked yips and cries until they became exhausted whimpers and finally weak moans. Now the leatherpup was ready for life as a pet.
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Old pic that I thought I’d reposted on tumblr. Apparently not.
Just remembered that I really like the name Laken…