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Dean and Louis arrived together, and as they had before, they passed by quickly and headed down to the kennel. I was excited for the day, and believe they were as well. It was an important day, especially for Louis. It was his fourth visit, and I had an important lesson in store for him.
I entered the room, and chuckled to myself as I found Louie on his back, hind legs splayed open, with urgent whines begging me to remove his cock cage. A week is a long time for these young pups, but he knew there was a strict order to the process of transferring to a puppy, and removing the cage was not first. "You know better than that, Louie, now get up so you can get your collar," I admonished. With a resigned whine he closed his legs and stood up next to Dino to receive his collar. When it was fastened, he sat up, and I buckled his paws into place. "Such a good boy, Louie. Are you ready to get out of your cage?" I asked. He fell on his back and his legs shot open, his whines begging for release. I got the key and unlocked the contraption, letting his quickly thickening tool slide from its grasp.
The cage was sticky from his aroused discharge and I knew the last few days must have been hell for the young pup. Dino was also whining to get out of his contraption. Squirming on his back as I finished up with his friend, I finally turned my attention to him. "Dino, you're all sticky too. What were you boys doing, huh? Watching puppy porn?" I cleaned them up and helped Dino get his tail in place for the day.
"Boys, today's a special day. Do you know what we are going to do today?" I asked. Dino wagged his tail, and Louie just wiggled his ass as I told them I wanted to introduce Louie to a friend. "Would you like that?" I asked. Louie's timid whimper let me know he was nervous, so I gave him a pat on the head, and assured him I would be with him the whole time. Dino gave a yip, thinking he knew what might be coming.
I led them into the other room, and we saw the two big dogs chained to the wall. Both stood up when the pups appeared, stopping Dino and Louie in their tracks. "Dino," I said, "look who's here. It's your friend Duke!" Dino trotted over and stood close by as I unhooked Duke's heavy chain. The stud hadn't been waiting long, but was aroused with the knowledge of his job today. His K9 tool wasn't completely hard, but hung heavy, slowly wagging between his powerful legs with each movement. Dino stood still, waiting for the dominant animal to make the first move. Duke began the routine and sniffed his way around Dino, then moved to Louie. I could tell Louie was uneasy around the big animals, and I petted him, reassuring him I was going to stay with them. Duke made the rounds on Louie, then stopped, waiting for the little one to return the favor. "Go on, Louie, say hello. He doesn't bite," I said. Louie cautiously made his way around the stud, lingering at the musky smells around his tail and heavy ball sack. In spite of his nerves, I noticed the new pup starting to stiffen up himself as he got more familiar with Duke's magnificent body.
When Louie stepped close to Bruno, still tied to the wall, the big dog lunged and gave a loud bark. Both Louie and Dino jumped and dashed over to my side. "Bruno, be nice!" I barked at the muscular animal. "Do you want to me to unchain you or not?" He gave an annoyed growl, and sat down against the wall. Both pups noticed his massive organ jutting up from the floor between his legs. He too was aroused and knew he would soon be putting his tool to good use.
Normally, I wouldn't choose Bruno for an initial mating with a new pup. He has a very aggressive breeding style, and his whole body is well muscled. The girth of his cock can make it difficult for the younger pups to handle at first, and when coupled with his powerful mountings, it can be more than some little ones can take. But before Louie got his turn with the big boy, Dino had to entertain Duke. "Louie, come here and sit," I ordered, allowing Duke and Dino time to play.
Duke laid down and opened his legs for the young pup. "Dino, look, Duke wants you to give him a welcome." Dino approached the reclining stud, and started lapping at his warm balls, loose and heavy from the heat of anticipation. After a few minutes, Duke was at full mast, and Dino was struggling to keep up with the flow of juices leaking from the shiny purple head. Just to see what he would do, I gave the command, "Dino, half! Get half that bone." Louie and I watched as Dino jumped on the big dog's cock, swallowing half the tube down his throat. He gave a muffled yip as I continued, "Swallow, Dino. Get on that bone!" Dino began slobbering on the dick as only a puppy can do, and worked the iron pole with young enthusiasm.
Occasionally, he would pull off the rod and suck on the big balls, and even though we had never practiced that, Duke didn't seem to mind. The big stud eventually had enough and stood up unceremoniously. Dino stood still as Duke made his way to the back of the little dog, and clamped his powerful jaw down on his tail. This time, Dino knew what was happening and was more
relaxed with the routine. Duke tossed his head, easily snapping the toy from his ass. Louie's eyes were wide as he watched the big dog hop up, settling his heavy paws on Dino's back. The cock Dino had worked over so well rested rigidly in the small of his back. Duke shuffled his feet to get into position, then pulled his hips back, positioning his pulsing unit for entry. He pressed slowly against the little butt, ensuring he was positioned correctly, causing Dino to release an expectant whine. With his cock pressed to the little one's hole, he snapped his pelvis forward, penetrating Dino's tight ring. The pup gave a muffled yelp as his ass relented to the bog dog, but held his head high. Duke stayed still for a short time, then shuffled closer to the pup, and began the mating in earnest. His strokes were a little slower and longer than is typical for a big dog, but Dino handled it well, whimpering as he was fucked by the muscled K9. Duke sped up, ramming his tool deep, then slowed, pulling almost out of the little behind, before slamming his length back in.
Louie was sitting next to me, and I glanced down and saw his stiff little prick, leaking like a faucet. He was almost panting as he watched the two dogs go at it. I was glad he was enjoying this, because I was less sure he would feel the same about what was in store for him.
Duke continued alternating his rhythm, first long and slow, then powerful, quick jabs, pounding his meat deep into the young pup. Soon he settled into a heavy, continuous thumping. Just as with Dino and Duke's last pairing, Dino began to slow his whimpers and whines as the stud continued his abuse. I could tell what was happening, and I grabbed the pups chin. "Dino," I warned, "you better not make a mess." Duke continued his pounding, and Dino gave more urgent whines, trying to control the inevitable. The big dog's rhythm proved too much, and soon he lost the battle. Dino began a low growl, then arched his back and let out a high pitched whine. His puppy sack pulled up and his cock gave a violent jerk, expelling a rope of white syrup. The liquid landed with a splat as his haunches quivered and convulsed, pumping several shots of puppy cum into the air between his legs and onto the floor.
The little dog's shuddering climax was just what Duke needed. He growled and grunted as he slammed his massive cock deep into the pup's back side, his back feet pawing the floor for traction. With a guttural growl, he buried his bone, squeezing his young captive tight between his strong front paws. His groin convulsed and pressed impossibly hard against the little dog's ass as he deposited his seed deep within. After a series of quivers squeezed the final drops down the long tube into the little one, Duke finally relaxed his grip, and let his softening cock slid from the pup. Dino whimpered as he was left empty, his back damp from Duke's sweaty activity.
"Louie, go help Dino clean up his mess," I said, pointing at the puppy spunk Dino had sprayed between his legs. Both pups began lapping at the white river, and soon the floor was clean. "What about Duke? He needs a bath too. Get busy, you two." I pointed at Duke, who was now lounging with his legs spread, his tool slick from the fucking he had just given the younger dog. Louie looked up at me as if to ask if I was serious. "Hurry up," I said sternly, and he began helping his friend lick the big stud clean.
When they were done, Duke came over to me and sat obediently at my side. Dino followed his example, leaving Louie standing uncomfortably in the middle of the room. He looked up at me as I walked over to Bruno, and unhooked his chain. "Are you ready for your turn, Louie, huh? Do you want Bruno to treat you like a big pup too?" I asked.
Bruno went directly at the little dog, and I knew his style was to skip the preliminaries and get straight to it. Bruno immediately stuck his nose under Louie's hind leg, and with a toss of his heavy head, knocked Louie on his side. The young dog gave a surprised yelp, and immediately went into submissive posture, pulling his paws to his chest and exposing his genitals to the bigger animal. Bruno stuck his face right over the young pup's equipment, and began licking the already excited pole. Louie squirmed under the attention, and I knew after the week in his cage, he wouldn't last very long under the big dog's stimulation. His whines and whimpers became increasingly urgent, and I watched as his belly tightened and balls drew close. Soon the young puppy's cock jerked, and a thick spurt of juice sprayed up his chest. Bruno pulled back in surprise at the quick climax, and watched as the pup convulsed and quivered, each twitch of his cock adding to the thick ribbon of seed trailing from his belly to chest. When the flood subsided, Bruno began licking the sweet liquid from his belly.
Louie squirmed as the thick tongue tickled its way up his torso. I reached down and rubbed Louie's face. "You are a lucky puppy, you know that, Louie?
Bruno gave you a nice treat, didn't he?" When Bruno was done lapping the protein off the pup, he stood next to him, allowing Louie the chance to check out Bruno's impressive K9 package.
His owner kept his sack shaved smooth, and his large balls pulled the skin tight between his legs. The cock was hard and pointing forward, its girth rippled with thick veins. The crown was deep purple, the skin shiny and pulled tight by the big dog's excitement.
I looked at the little pup, knowing what was in store for him, and asked, "Louie, Bruno treated you pretty nicely, huh? You better return the favor, don't you think?" Louie stood up and looked at the bog dog, but Bruno was also standing, not in a position for Louie to groom his genitals prior to the mating. I knew Bruno's aggressive style didn't allow for grooming or foreplay; he wanted to mate, and wanted it now.
Realizing Louie had no tail, I called him over and told him to stay while I liberally lubricated his entry for the big dog. I looked at him and asked, "Are you ready to become a big puppy Louie? Are you ready for Bruno to make you a big dog?" Before Louie could even think of an answer, Bruno walked next to him and hopped up on his back. Louie gave a frightened whine and trotted out from under the stud.
I was disappointed in the little dog. We had been training for weeks on this very thing, being submissive to dominant animals and obeying. I also knew that Louie's spurning of Bruno would not sit well with the big dog, and Louie would probably be taught a hard lesson. I needed to show Louie he must be obedient, even when it was uncomfortable or frightening.
"Louie!" I cried, "Show!" Louie froze, then obediently folded forward into the show position, spreading his hind legs, lowering his chest, and laying the side of his face on the ground. Bruno looked at the thin, raised hips and exposed puppy hole, and saw his opportunity with the vulnerable pup. He stepped over Louie's raised ass and walked into position behind the little dog, his stiff organ cradled in the pup's crack. I watched as the broad purple head, anxious for action, drooled clear liquid onto Louie's back.
I snapped my fingers, saying "Bruno, Up!" Bruno rose up on his hind legs and stood tall, displaying his muscled physique. His huge ball sack pulled down in vain against his engorged member that was straining toward the ceiling. I reached out and gently pinched the muscled shaft between my thumb and forefinger, just behind the flared tip. I slowly pushed the spring-loaded lever down toward Louie's exposed hole. I pressed the weapon's taught, spongy head against the soft opening I'd just prepared, causing a soft whimper from Louie. "Down," I said to Bruno, releasing my grip on his stiff, inflated organ. Bruno's heavy body fell forward, slamming the entire length of his mass into the little one. I flinched as Louie gave a howl of pained penetration followed by stinging whines. I reached out and put my hand on Bruno's shoulder, saying, "Stay."
Bruno followed my command and stood still, giving the pup a chance to accommodate the intrusion, and I went to him and petted his face. I explained through his wounded whimpers that the worst was over, and that the pain would soon ease. I also told him that in the future, when he is mounted by a dominant animal who is expecting to breed him, he should be happy to be chosen, and he should submit without question, servicing him as he wishes. His cries softened as he became accustom to his impalement, and I encouraged him, telling him what a big dog he was being. I was sorry Louie had to experience this level of discomfort, but it was important that the new pups learned early on that training is not all fun and games. There is difficult work involved, hard lessons to learn, and when you want something very badly, you need to be willing to make sacrifices to get it.
I gave a slight nod to Bruno, and the well trained stud began his mission to teach the hard lesson Louie needed to learn. He punched his hips forward, plowing into the upturned ass that was his target. Once started, he was like a machine, and again I was reminded why he may not have been the best choice to initiate a young animal to the pack. Each powerful thrust seemed harder than the one prior, and I watched as Louie's face was slammed into the floor and his hind quarters almost lifted off the ground with each plunge. I was very proud of the little dog, who whined only quietly under the assault, knowing he was in some discomfort. After several minutes of angry rhythm, Bruno's pounding began to slow, his growls and groans deepened. With a final push, he buried his length into his host and shuddered. His butt pinched tight and his haunches convulsed irregularly, squirting his thick cream deep within. He pressed forward, smashing Louie's face to the floor, his large hips trembling as his body spit the last drops of cum into his puppy. Louie sensed the end was near, and his whimpers quieted as the big brute finished his business, slowly withdrawing the heavy equipment he had just used to complete the breeding.
I petted Louie and had him stand up. I grabbed his face in both hands and told him how proud I was of him. "Were you a big dog for Bruno, weren't you? Did Bruno treat you like a big boy? Well, you better go thank him, don't you think? Go thank Bruno for making you a big dog." Louie turned and found Bruno laying on his side, the heavy object of his earlier pain flopped up on his belly, still oozing a few drops of the heavy sauce that coated his own insides. He walked over to him, and slowly began to lick the sticky coating from his cock. I watched with pride as he expertly cleaned the tool and rooted beneath the heavy ball-sack making sure he didn't miss anything. When he was done, Bruno got up, and without so much as a fart of appreciation, walked over to the door to be let outside to relieve himself. Duke joined him, and the pups watched from inside as the big boys lifted their legs and pressure-washed the shrubs.
I led Louie to his water dish and he lapped the refreshment trying to revive his worn body. He was tired and sore, but seemed happy with himself that he had accomplished his goal of being treated like a big dog.
Dino stood close, and I knew he was proud of his friend for what he had withstood. "Dino, go get your tail," I said, pointing to the other room.
Dino trotted in and returned with his toy. I prepared it, and had him show, as I pressed it gently but firmly into his freshly used hole. Louie watched quietly as the pup was made whole.
"Louie, I have a surprise for you. Do you know what it is?" I asked. A quick bark asked for a hint, and I continued. "What do big puppies get, huh? Can you guess?" A hopeful bark told me he thought he might know.
"Well, you better go look, don't you think?" I said, pointing to the corner. Louie spun around, and ran to the corner with Dino close behind. Louie found his surprise, giving excited whines as he trotted back across the room, dropping it at my feet. "What did you find, huh boy? Is that for you?" I asked. Louie squirmed with excitement as I held up his new tail, and happy whines from both pups filled the air. "Well, let's put it in, shall we?" He spun around and wagged his little butt as the target.
"Louie, you know better than that," I said, "Show!" Louie obediently followed my command and presented himself to me. In order to receive his reward, Louie had to assume the position he was in when he earned it. I gently worked the toy into his tender behind, but it didn't take long. He wanted his tail badly, and he knew sometimes puppies needed to make sacrifices to get what they wanted.
With his new tail sticking proudly out of his little butt, he went to the door to be let out. "Good idea," I said, "You better show Bruno and Duke!" I opened the door, and the young pup pranced over to the dog that made him an official pup. He proudly wagged his new accessory, and Bruno obligingly gave it a quick lick of approval. Duke barked his support as well, and the satisfied little puppy lifted his leg, and let loose with his first splatter of puppy piss.
As I was getting the pups ready to leave, I told them how proud I was of both of them as they completed their lessons today. I also reminded them that training is hard work, and that sometimes sacrifices are necessary when pleasing the older dogs. Both pups gave knowing barks, and as I removed Louie's tail, he gave a sad whimper. He had worked hard for that, and made a sacrifice he will never forget.
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