Always: Daddy's Pup
I used to be a pretty pesky critter. I had this attitude about me -- hell, I knew I was a hot dude: 5'10', 140lbs, and killer blue eyes. But I didn't know much else, until he turned me into his slave pup.
We'd been friends for a while, played around together. He's a hot dude, himself -- not so much by his looks (although there's nothing wrong there, either), but by his actions. This guy just takes control, naturally. You WANT to do what he says. Just like that. At least I do.
Suddenly, one day he s This guy just takes control, naturally. You WANT to do what he says. Just like that. At least I do.
Suddenly, one day he says he's had enough of my cocky attitude. I didn't even know what the fuck he was talking about. All I knew was that I was tied spread on the bed, helpless, and he was pissed. He looked at me, smiling. That kind of smile he's got that makes a guy do anything.
"C'mon, you mangey mutt. You need a change of spirit." And, just like that, he pulls on one of my pubic hairs, pulling until it pops out of the shaft.
"Fuck, man, that hurts! Stop it!"
"Not the right spirit, pup. You count 'em. 'One, Sir.' 'Two, Sir.' Think you can do that?"
We'd played some kink before, but never something like this -- undiscussed, unwanted (or so I thought -- even if I was hard as a rock). "Fuck you, man."
"Try again." And he pulled on a hair from my left nut. Pull...pull...and pop.
"Shit!"
"You're a pretty hairy puppy, man. This could take a nice, long time!" He reached for a hair right next to my right nipple. Pulled....pulled....pop.
"One, Sir!" I may be slow, but I finally got the message. Now he reached undext to my right nipple. Pulled....pulled....pop.
"One, Sir!" I may be slow, but I finally got the message. Now he reached under my nuts to an asshair...and pulled some more.
"Shit! Two, Sir!"
"Pup, I'll let that one go, but from now on, just count -- unless you want to start over again." Left armpit..... "Three, Sir!"
Man, I'll spare you the details, but 50 hairs never lasted so long. And what the fuck was going on? What was with this "puppy" shit? I was confused, in pain, and hard as a fucking rted so long. And what the fuck was going on? What was with this "puppy" shit? I was confused, in pain, and hard as a fucking rted so long. And what the fuck was going on? What was with this "puppy" shit? I was confused, in pain, and hard as a fucking rock. After number 50, he kissed me, hard, the way that makes my dick jump. And he smiled (what a hot smile), and spoke:
"Look, pup, I've suspected you've wanted this for a long time. You've been teasing me for months now, 'Tie me up, please, man!' All this pretend shit. It's time you learned about reality. You're gonna be my puppy. That's it. No questions asked." He looked at my dick, rock hard, and smiled. I blushed, knowing he knew me better than I did myself.
We've been together for a couple of years now. Not a lot has changed. I moved in with him, and on ordinary nights, we look like just two hot guys who really getof years now. Not a lot has changed. I moved in with him, and on ordinary nights, we look like just two hot guys who really get off on each other. But he controls me -- he just doesn't show it all the time.
Sometimes when I come home, he's standing there, stark naked. Fuck, he's hot. I strip in the doorway and start sucking his toes. I slowly slobber up his leg, until he leads me either to his dick or his ass. Eventually, I get both. I love it when he sits on my puppy-face.
"C'mon, you mutt...shove that wet tongue of yours in my hot ass." Usually, hereaches around and starts fucking my ass with a dido while I fuck his with my tongue.
On nights like these, he makes dinner with me sitting on the floor in the corner. He pours some Gravy-train in a bowl for me. Sometimes, I eat it dry; but usually, he shoves the bowl under my cock and tells me to make some gravy for my dinner. And I piss in the bowl for him.
It took a long time to train me right -- I still had some asshole idea about wanting to be ... I don't know .... what society had told me was "right", I guess. But he was patient. When I refused to piss against a tree in his backyard, he tied up my dick so I couldn't piss, then cuffed my hands to my collar. Hours later, I was begging to pee. (Oh yeah, he taught me how to beg, too.) Finally, he looked at me, grinning (that fucking hot smile) and said he'd untie my cock if I agreed to swallow every yellow drop. I agreed. He got up, and got a shot glass off the bar. "We'll use this -- and for every drop you spill, you'll get 20 paddles." Fuck, that was hard; having to piss so hard, and only being able to let out a little bit at a time!
I never complained about pissing like a puppy again.
The only way he'd let me come was by mounting his leg like a dog. Man, I did it (he wouldn't let me come very often), but it wasn't much fun. I kept sliding off his leg and shit. Finally, I complained. You'd think I'd have learned by now, but I was stubborn.
He wrapped fishing line around my dick about 30 times, from top to bottom. Then locked a stallion guard around it, so I couldn't take the line off, even when I was at work and could get a chance in the john. He left it on me for two weeks. Man, two weeks! Every time I'd even start to get hard, the pain would squelch it. And he still fucked me and worked me every night; that was the worst.
I was begging (again) for release. Finally, he showed mercy. He tied me into his sling, then unlocked the guard and untied the line. He covered my crotch in a copper scouring pad, hooked up to a small walkman-type generator. And he turned on the juice. Not enough to hurt....fuck, it was glorious! Then came the clincher.
"Enjoy it, pup; it'll be the the last time. As soon as you tell me you've had enough, I'll turn off the juice. But when you go soft, you'll never get hard again." And he sat down across the room.
Christ. I was frightened. I knew he meant business. But the feeling in my crotch was incredible. I let go, and shot my load. My body shook with the intensity. And the power kept flooding into my sensitive cock. Whoa! Man, it was so fucking intense -- but I didn't want to stop. Especially if it meant for good.
After a while, I came again. And again. And again. It stopped feeling good. My prostate was swelling, my nuts were aching, and my cock was a mass of needles. But I wasn't giving in.
Until number 5. I pumped, but nothing came out of my nuts. It was excruciating. Fuck, man, nothing could be worse than that!
"All right, please, turn it off!"
He did. And left me there a while as he worked behind me. He came up with a needle and a few gold rings. No!
"Don't say a word, pup. You can cry, yelp, growl all you want. But not a word."
First he pierced my right nipple, then my left. I cried, yelped, and growled. You'd better believe it! Then he let me catch my breath, and kissed me. Hard. The way I like it.
"We're not done yet." He slid between my raised legs, and pricked the needle against the skin just in back of the ballsac. I cried, yelped, and growled some more. This was too much! He massaged my spasming legs with his hands once the ring was in me. "Just one more." And he picked up my cock, aiming for the pisshole.
I passed out as the Prince Albert slid into me. The last thing I heard was the click of metal.
I awoke sometime later, on the floor, next to the bed. I looked at myself. Two gold rings from my nipples. And one in my cockhead, locked with a small padlock to the ring in back of my nuts!
I'm never able to get hard; as soon as I start, the pulling of my cockhead against the piercing gets unbearable. Rarely, when he thinks I need release, he slides his hand inside me and massages my prostate, more or less pushing the come out of my body. Even then, I don't get hard. Never.
Do I hate it? Yes. But I love it, too. Like I said, this guy knows me better than I do myself. We got tatoos last month for our anniversary -- he knows how much tatoos turn me on. For himself, he got a dragon in full color on his left breast. When I'm sucking on his nipple, or his armpit, the dragon seems to breathe fire. Or maybe it's just me.
My tatoo? Plain and simple, like I am. On the inside of my right thigh, right against the nuts: "Daddy's pup."
I may not be able to show it on the outside, but inside, I'm hard as a rock.