Dino Sees the Vet
Like all pups, Dino messes up occasionally. Several weeks ago during a visit, after I had released him from his cock cage, I left the room for a few minutes and when I returned, he had humped the sofa and gotten his puppy spunk all over it. Now he wasn't even supposed to ejaculate, let alone all over my couch. After that, I had decided he would be kept in his chastity device for three week periods instead of the usual two weeks, until I was satisfied he would be a better puppy.
When Dino arrived for his next session, he lacked his usual smile, and I could tell something was not right. He slid past me without a word, and proceeded downstairs to the puppy room. I followed slowly, allowing him time to strip and get to his blanket. He looked up as I came over, but didn't stand up like normal to greet me when I reached down to pet him. "Hi boy, how ya doing today? Is something wrong? Huh boy?" I scratched behind his ear, then buckled his collar. Instead of running to the corner to get his tail as we had practiced, he just laid on his blanket. "What's the matter, Dino. Don't you want your tail?" I ask. I walked over and got his attachment, took out the lube and prepped his tail for insertion. He gave a weak whimper, and stood up, turning slowly. I knelt and with one hand spread his cheek, and pressed the bulb of the tail against his hole with the other. After a minute or two, the tail slid inside his young hole, but Dino whimpered as it snapped into place. I knew something was wrong, because Dino normally loved his tail.
I got the phone, and called my vet. I told him what I was observing, and he said he would come right over. I thanked him and turned to Dino. "Guess what boy. The vet is on his way and going to make you feel better. Would you like that, huh?" Dino slowly wagged his tail, thanking me for taking care of him.
Gary arrived quickly, and I took him to the room I set up as a make shift exam room. I had Dino laying on the table, waiting for the doctor. Gary reached down to pet him, and unpacked a few tools from his bag. We made small talk as he had Dino stand up and checked his ears, teeth, removed his tail so he could take his temperature, and completed other preliminary parts of the exam. "I'd appreciate it if you could hold his collar during this part," Gary said to me. "Some of these pups don't like me getting so familiar with them." I hooked my fingers into his collar, and watched as Gary picked up the tender testicles and rolled them vigorously between his fingers. Dino let out a growl, causing me to reprimand him with a light swat. "Dino, settle down!" I barked. "The doctor is trying to help you."
Gary continued with is thorough exam, and asked, "Have you put him out to stud yet?" I explained he had a few more months of training before he was ready for that. He asked how often I performed semen extractions on Dino, and I told him normally every two weeks, but because of some disobedience, I had kept him in his chastity cage for three weeks at a time for the past six weeks. Gary had moved on to Dino's penis, gently squeezing and feeling along the underside, causing it to engorge stiffly. "Have you noticed him leaking at all when he arrives, like pre-cum, when you remove his chastity cage?" I explained that normally yes, Dino was my little faucet, but today I had noticed only a bit of moisture at his penis head when I unlocked him. "Has he shown any reluctance to take his tail?" Gary asked. I recalled Dino's little whimper as I inserted it today, and told the doctor.
Gary got Dino on his back, and had his hind legs spread wide. The doctor's gloved finger examined the pup's penis, and had followed his piss tube the length of his shaft, and his finger was pressing into the soft flesh just above Dino's asshole. "I'm afraid I feel what could be a small blockage in his urethra. Sometimes when these young pups aren't allowed to ejaculate regularly, their seminal fluid can coagulate and cause a temporary blockage. It stops the normal drainage they need."
I looked concerned, but Gary told me he should be able to perform a quick procedure to dislodge the blockage. He pointed to the tray he set up with an assortment of long, smooth metal rods. "These are urethral sounds," explained Gary. "I slip it right up his penis until I find the plug, and work it loose. You will have to hold him tightly, because they don't like this treatment, but it is about the only thing that works."
I petted Dino and told him he would have to be good for the doctor. Gary produced what looked like a miniature bottle of eye drops, and with a practiced thumb and forefinger spread open Dino's piss slit. He placed the tip of the bottle in the little hole and slowly squeezed the medicine inside. Dino squirmed under the unnatural feeling, and I patted his face for comfort. Gary explained the liquid contained lubricant and a mild numbing agent to help with the stinging of the procedure. He told me the medicine helps, but the process is still quite uncomfortable for young pups, and that some pain couldn't be avoided.
Soon, Gary grabbed a rod that was just over a foot long from the assortment. "OK, hold him steady." With that, he gently held his penis and set the tip of the tool on the thin slit, and gently pressed inside. Slowly the rod slid its way down into the puppy's dick, and I tried to hold him still as he squirmed and whimpered beneath this strange assault. I knew Dino was in some pain, as occasional urgent whines escaped the young dog as the procedure continued for several minutes. I watched in amazement as the instrument disappeared into the little dog. Finally, the rod was almost completely buried into Dino, and Gary slowly moving it back and forth and twisting it trying to find the blockage. After some time of this fishing, he finally announced, "There is it. I think I found it." He gently worked the rod in and out trying to dislodge the small blockage. Several minutes passed filled with Dino's whines as he was probed, but feeling success, the doctor slowly slid the tool from Dino's prick, and congratulated him on his bravery during the procedure.
"I need to try and rinse that plug out of him. Let's get you standing up, ok boy?" We helped Dino to his feet, and I continued to pet him as Gary lubed two fingers, and gently slid them up Dino's ass, forcing a quiet whimper as he quickly found his inflamed prostate. "Hang on, boy," Gary said. "This may hurt now, but it will feel a lot better soon."
He had placed a clean tray under Dino's belly to catch any discharge, and I watched as Gary's fingers moved in and out, rubbing the irritated organ. Soon, I noticed a small drop and then a thin strand of clear fluid oozing from the pup's dick. Gary continued for quite a while, working a steady stream of syrup out of the young dog. After several minutes of this, I noticed that Dino's quiet whimpers had stopped and he seemed more calm. Gary looked into the tray and saw a large puddle of clear fluid as well as a very small white pearl the size of a BB. "We got it," Gary announced, as he pointed out the small plug he forced from Dino's insides. "I bet you feel better, don't you boy?" Gary said, patting Dino affectionately. Dino turned his head, and licked Rick's hand in gratitude.
"I'd like to go ahead and get a semen sample, if you think he would be up for it," Gary said. I told him to go ahead, and he asked, "Have you ever heard of electro-ejaculation?" I nodded, but told him I didn't know they used it for dogs. "They have used it for years in cattle, but I just got a new device designed for dogs. You think Dino is up for it?" I assured him that would be fine to try the new procedure on Dino, and Rick prepared the tool.
He showed me the instrument, which looked like a medium-sized butt plug, with two electrodes on the end. He expertly applied a thin coat of lube to the tool, and gently pressed the instrument inside Dino's ass. He completed hooking up the instrument and told me to hold him tightly. Rick turned dials, and Dino let out a series of sharp whines and his butt convulsed as the tool stimulated his insides. Within a minute or two, I could see Dino was at full erection, his puppy meat straining and stretching almost against his belly. Rick explained that the machine pulsed every two to three seconds stimulating the prostate. I watched Dino's tool coordinate with the machine.
After several minutes, Rick increased the power level and Dino began panting as his dick drooled onto the cool table. He alternated between low whines and whimpers as a steady stream of clear liquid was coaxed from his dick. Several more minutes passed, and Rick adjusted the machine to its final setting. Dino's hind quarters quivered occasionally and his panting slowed. He alternated between a soft whine and a low growl.
Watching the young dog's reaction closely, Rick sensed he was close to climax. He reached under Dino's belly, grabbed the tip of his penis, and pointed the head into a collection cup. Dino yelped and his hips shuddered as his body convulsed, squeezing the rich milk from his little body. I heard the first splash hit the side of the cup, and watched closely as his short thrusts and quivers squeezed the rest of his load into the container. As the last drops were draining from him, I lifted Dino's chin and told him what a good boy he was today. He gave a satisfied bark and licked my hand as I patted his head.
Rick looked into the cup and showed me the ample cream we milked from the little pup. It was impressive, and told me I had a new stud in the making. Just a few more months of training, and Dino would be ready to run with the big dogs.
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