Puppy Protocol
The new arrangement at home was…interesting. I didn’t sleep with the puppy tail, but I’d put it in before Damien (and increasingly often Dylan) emerged from the Master suite. It was annoying but it’s what Damien wanted. Damien started to treat me like a pet. The tradeoff was that we didn’t hang out as friends anymore.
One night while I was making dinner he called me.
“Come here.”
He lifted his feet and pointed. He’d never used me for a footstool. I got on all fours and crawled into place. He lowered his feet and kept watching his show.
“I was thinking after diner, we could maybe play Final Fantasy or The Witcher?” I offered.
“Dylan is coming over.”
“Got it.” I tried a friendly tone. “Are we gaming?”
“Ha. You’ll see. I’m pretty sure you’ll like it.”
“Cool.” I wagged my tail. He smiled. “What are you watching?”
“Uh, it’s a new season. Just dropped. I don’t know if you’d like it.”
“Oh? What’s it about. We pretty much have the same taste in shows, right?”
“Maybe.” I saw what might have been a frown. “Look, be a good boy and finish making dinner. Okay? I’m starving.”
“Ruff” I barked. “Yes Master.” I returned to the kitchen. It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy with our new arrangement. I felt like I should want more.
When I brought our plates out, I set them on the coffee table with bottles of water, napkins, and silverware. I kneeled. The tail made it impossible to sit.
“I hope you like it. It’s just a casserole but it’s a new recipe. I added ground beef to yours.”
A smile played on his lips.
“Put your plate on the floor and eat like a dog.”
“Very funny.”
He waited.
“I’m hungry too, Damien.”
“On the floor. No hands. Do it.”
“I’m not doing that.” I don’t know why this was the thing that felt like too much. I’d literally drank this man’s piss in front of an audience but something in me pushed back.
Damien stood up and unzipped his pants.
“Move it to the floor now. I’ll count to three and if you’re not eating like a dog, I’m going to piss on your food, and you’ll eat it anyway. One.”
“Very funny Damien.”
“Two.”
“I’m not doing that.”
“Three.” And he pissed on my plate then stopped. “Do I keep going or are you going to obey?”
I took my plate and moved it to the floor.
“Good boy. I don’t want anything left on that plate when you’re done.”
I felt the weight of it. This wasn’t for anyone else, this was for him.
When he finished his dinner, he set his plate on the floor next to mine and I licked it clean too.
After I cleared away dinner, I checked if he needed anything else.
“Nope.”
I went to my room. I wasn’t allowed to close the door, but on my bed, I was out of sight. I needed a release. I lay down and started masturbating, quietly. I reached back and felt my tail as I stroked my cock.
“Hey.”
“Yes.”
“Get in here. Now.” I stepped into the doorway. “What were you doing just now?”
“I. It was just…I was…”
“Ask permission.”
“Really?” I asked with a tinge of annoyance in my voice.
“You’re my property.” Damien held my gaze. I bowed my head.
“Stay out here. You can curl up on the couch.”
“Come on. I need to cum. You can watch me if that’s what you want.”
“Steve, what’s up tonight? We both fucking know this is what you want. Why are you fighting me so much?”
“Look. I’m still into it. I mean look at me” I said indicating my erection. “But I don’t want us to not be friends because of it.”
Damien cocked his head a bit.
“You agreed we were still friends, remember?” I said. But standing there naked with a puppy tail sticking out of my ass and a quickly fading hard on, my words felt hallow. Damien felt it too.
“I don’t’ think that’s true.”
“Do you want us to stop?” I asked. I felt awkward.
“That’s it Steve. That’s what you’re not getting.” He grabbed the controller and paused his show. “I asked you before what your limits were, but you never answered me.”
“This is new, I’m not sure.”
“You haven’t answered me because you don’t have any.” I felt his words land. He was right. “I wasn’t sure if it was what I wanted but for now, anyway, it is.”
“Okay but so what are the rules?” I asked.
“There aren’t any. That’s the deal. You can decide to stop, but if you do, we don’t ever start again. Other than that, you’re mine. So, what’s it going to be?”
A moment passed.
“If we stop, can we be friends again?”
“I’m not sure to be honest. We can try. Is that what you want?”
My chest tightened. I wanted to serve him. More than that, I needed to serve him. I slowly lowered myself to the floor and got on all fours. I crawled to the couch.
“Good boy,” he said patting the couch cushion. I hopped up and curled into a ball. Obedience felt like release. I drifted off to sleep.
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“Wake up. Get yourself prepped.”
“Huh? For what?”
“Steve.”
I got up and made my way into my bathroom, showered and douched.
When I came back, the living room was empty. I saw Dylan’s backpack. He must have arrived while I was in the shower. I realized I’d forgotten something. I ran back to my bedroom and strapped my tail in place.
Damien’s bedroom door was open. I approached quietly but stopped in the doorway. They were on Damien’s bed, making out. They didn’t seem to notice me. I turned to leave.
“Stay.”
I stayed. After a moment, I kneeled.
I’ve heard of something called “the observer effect”. The idea being that when someone knows they’re being observed, it changes their behavior. But what if the observer is irrelevant?
I watched their intimacy. It was unhurried, tender. It looked and felt unaffected by my presence. Damien was a gentle and patient lover. I had never seen him like this before. Dylan’s jock persona faded as Damien slowly took control. When Damien entered Dylan, I could see Dylan’s toes curl.
After they made love, Damien rolled to the side, staying close. Dylan was on his stomach. He used Damien’s arm as a pillow. Damien snapped his fingers to get my attention. I looked up. He pointed to Dylan’s ass.
“Lick him clean.”
Dylan peered over his shoulder at me then spread his legs a little wider. I crawled to the bed. Dylan’s ass was round and muscular. The crack between his cheeks was covered in course, dark hair, greasy from the lube. I used my hands to push his cheeks apart. His hole was pink, leaking Damien’s seed. His musk filled my nostrils. I pushed my face between his cheeks, burying my tongue deep inside. The taste was bitter. Salty. Masculine. I slurped greedily.
Dylan let out a moan.
When Dylan was done, he pushed me back with his foot and stood next to the bed.
“Sit up,” he ordered pointing to the floor. “Open.”
He pissed into my mouth, slowing the stream to make sure I had time to drink it down.
“Take out your tail,” he said pointing to the bed. I fumbled with the harness then hopped into place. Dylan grabbed my hips and mounted me like I was a FleshLight. Damien caressed his leg as he fucked. Dylan came hard.
“Did you like that babe?” Damien asked Dylan.
They collapsed together in a post-coital glow.
“Go,” Damien said.
“Hold on.” Dylan jumped up and ran into the living room to get his backpack. “I brought you a present, Steve.”
He reached into the green camo backpack and pulled out a pink plastic cage.
I began to shake my head. Dylan looked at Damien.
“Put it on. It’s a present.”
“Do it.”
I placed the ring under my balls and slipped the cage over my cock. Once it was in place, Dylan slipped on the lock and handed the keys to Damien.
“Change the sheets.” Dylan said over his shoulder. “Then you can go.”
“Yes Master Dylan.”
I put my tail back in and tightened the harness. After I made the bed, I went back to my place on the couch and went to sleep.
