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Puppy Time
Ever since I can remember I always thought I identified with being a puppy. Not because I felt lower than other people, I just always felt happier, friendlier and more trusting like a puppy would be. It wasn't until I was about 17 that I learned what pup play was from bouncing around tumblr. I still remember the first time I saw a pup. It was a cute boy in a pup hood, and a tail. The eyes just looking into the camera with such innocence. It reminded me a lot of myself.
Fast forward a few years, and I've finished college at my local college in my boring old town. Secretly wearing my tail, and hood in my bedroom when no one is home. Never telling anyone about my secret. I can't stand it. I just want to be scratched and played with so bad.
So I moved to san Fran. I I got a nice job at a tech firm using my degree, and found the smallest little apartment I could. Thankfully my mom knew a nice old lady who had a little studio apt above her garage. It was perfect for me. I've never lived on my own before so I absolutely loved it. But it's lonely out here not knowing anyone.
After a long day of work I decided I needed to relax. So put on my pup hood and tail and decided to stroll around on Tumblr for a while. I always love watching other pups wag their tails. I quickly checked Facebook and I noticed an ad for a "pup night" at one of the local clubs. I've never even been to a gay club. Let alone a pup night.
I started to read all the comments and they peaked my curiosity very fast. "aroooooo." "can't wait to see you guys there wags" and my favorite was just someone saying "licks who wants to play fetch?"
I've never gotten to play fetch before, other than just rolling a tennis ball around my bedroom.
Normally id never think twice about going. But what the heck, I haven't made any real friends in san fran yet, just a few girls at work.
So I decided I would go, it wasn't until the next night so I went to bed after strolling around Tumblr for a long time.
The next day I was super nervous I couldn't even sit down for more than 5 minutes.
Finally the time came. Around 8 I started to get ready. I shaved what little hair on my torso I had, and my pubes. Then I put on my cutest jock strap and put on my clothes. Just some shorts and a tank top. My hood and tail went into my back pack, and I was off.
I arrived at the club twenty minutes later and couldn't believe my eyes. There were pups and handlers outside of the clubs walking in. All decked out in there leather or rubber. Being the shy boy I am I quickly rushed into the line to get in and looked straight down. I've never even seen another pup in person.
After I paid the cover I walked in and saw the set up. There was a fake lawn, handlers were standing around the bar talking, some with pups close to their side. The other pups were off playing in the lawn.
I scurried off into the changing room sweat pouring down my face I sat in a stall for a solid 10 minutes before changing. I took off my clothes leaving just my jock on. And putting on my tail, knee pads, paws and hood. I put all my clothes into my back pack and left in inside a locker.
Jumping down onto my hands a knees, thankfully no one else was inside of the changing room. I slowly pranced my way out of the room. All I could think was "no one knows you, just be yourself"
The first thing I saw as I excited the room was a group of leather clad bears standing near the doorway, all with their generic beer in hand. They didn't even seem to notice me. I slowly crawled my way over to the closest one and nuzzled his leg with my head.
He must have been in his late 40's with slightly graying hair, and a big goatee. He looked down at me and just laughed to himself and started to scratch me behind the ears.
It was the best thing in the world. I had never been scratched like that. He continued to talk to his friends, and scratched me for a few minutes. One of his friends a younger latino daddy laughed and pointed out the fact my tail was wagging as fast as it could. My scratching daddy just kept on scratching.
After a few more minutes the scratcher told me I should go play with the other pups. So I quickly scampered off. I went to the edge of the little fenced off lawn and just watched.
There was a bunch of pups, some sniffing each other, a few wrestling, and a few even had tennis balls!
I stayed just outside of the lawn and looked excitedly at everyone. Then a got a little tug on my tail. I quickly whipped around to see a cute pup with a blue tongue staring at me through his hood. He had gentle blue eyes and woofed at me. Taken aback I didn't know what to do, so I just woofed back. Blue tongue then put his head down to the ground revealing a ball. I hadn't noticed it yet, and I could barely stop myself from getting it. I arched my back and started wagging ferociously.
Blue tongue nudged the ball towards me and I picked it up in my mouth. Then he turned around and ran into the lawn. I followed him in and was immediately bull dozed by two pups playing what seemed to be tag. But then they started to lick me all over. These two pups weren't hooded. They both were licking my chest and making happy woofing noises.
The ball had flown out of my mouth when I got knocked over, so I frantically was looking for it. Blue came back over with the ball and dropped it back at my face. I bent down and grabbed it. Trying to get the two other pups off of me. Eventually they just ran off, barking at each other.
Blue was looking at me and nudged my chest. Then was off again, he turned around after 10 feet and barked at me. I put the ball on the ground and pawed it as hard as I could towards him. It made it about halfway before another pup with a red tongue jumped on it, turned and looked at me, and ran right out of the lawn.
Immediately blue was after him. But I didn't follow them. I went over to a few pups who looked like they were napping, which seemed odd in a busy night club. But I nudged one of their legs and he looked down at me. He in turn nudged his pup friend and they both moved so I could get in the middle of them. Both of them were al clad in rubber, which isn't really my thing but they seemed nice. We all laid down together for a few minutes until I heard a whistle. Immediately all three of our heads looked up, and standing over us was a leather clad handler, with a leash in his hand. Obviously this was there handler.
He bent down and said "oh what do we have here? You two found a friend" and started to pet me. I woofed back at him and ne noticed I wasn't collared.
"No collar pup?" he asked and I shook my head no.
"Such a shame for a cute pup not to be collard. Why don't you come meet some of my friends?" he asked. I woofed back.
He put a leash on both rubber pups and lead them out of the lawn. I followed close by. Both pups stayed right behind there handler as they were lead over to a group of leather daddies. I didn't recognize any of them so I stayed back a few feet waiting to be introduced.
The Handler started to tell them he found an un-collard pup and pointed to me. I sheepishly walked towards the men and they all formed a circle around me, which made me a little uncomfortable. One slapped my ass and I immediately turn around and growled. "whoa Jeff I don't think he likes that" another said to my slapper.
"well I guess not" Jeff replied.
"Here boy" the other daddy said holding out his hand. I slowly moved towards his hand and nuzzled it.
"See Jeff you got to treat them nice. Not like you treat your slaves." The nice daddy said.
He looked down at me and said "my names Dan."
I put my paw up to "shake his hand" which made him smile.
"Well nice to meet you too pup" Dan said.
The three other daddy's there all bent down and rubbed my back, which I really enjoyed. Then one of my new pup friends snagged my tail in his mouth and gave it a little tug. Before I could even react SMACK there daddy hit him on his butt. "Bad boy!" he said to the pup.
I didn't know what to do. He seemed to be playing with me. So I turned and just nuzzled the pup.
"No get away from him. He's being naughty" the man said to me.
"Here will you hold jasper" he asked Dan, and then handed the other pups leash to dan and hauled the pup who pulled my tail into the middle of the floor.
In a bellow he announced "My pup Blake over here wants to be naughty. Who thinks he should be punished?"
There were several shouts "yeah punish him joe."
Someone came up and handed Joe a whip, and joe pulled back and gave the pup a big whip to the back. Blake let out a big cry.
I couldn't believe it, he was just trying to be playful with me and was now getting whipped.
I ran out onto the floor and jumped on top of Blake. Looking up at his master Joe, I whimpered.
I guess Joe was pretty taken aback by my action, as he put the whip to his side. "well well, I guess you made a new friend pup." He said to Blake.
I nuzzled Blake and tried to let him know I was sorry for letting that happen to him.
After a few minutes I had decided I had enough for the night. I went and said by to Blake and jasper, and headed to get my bag. While crawling over to the changing room someone put their hand on my back. I looked up and it was the first daddy who scratched my head.
"I saw your little performance earlier, here have this" he said, and stuck a little piece of paper in my jock, then pat my butt.
I just barked back and scurried off.
I quickly changed and ran out of the club. That had been pretty intense. When I got home I was ready for bed. I pulled out the piece of paper and it was a phone number with the name Rob written with it.
I didn't know what to do with it so I just set it in my night stand and jumped into bed.
What a night.
To be continued...