Hey everyone. This section was really the "Big Finish" of the first. But I felt the whole thing was a little long so I split the section in two. What I'm getting at is... This section is pretty much one big love scene. Not usually what I do, but it is what it is. I hope you enjoy it and laugh along with our boys.
Mark
Chapter 4: Ollie’s Bold Surprise
When I got home I decided that tanning by the pool with my pup was the perfect way to calm down. But just as I had almost entered my pool zen-zone, I remembered the promise I’d made to Corey this morning. And I got inspired. I mean, yes, I was definitely still on a post-final high. But I think that buzz allowed me to talk myself into surprising my Corey with a treat when he got home from work… At least I hoped he’d think it was a treat.
I couldn’t believe I was even considering my plan. Then again, Corey and I had been slowly expanding our daddy-time horizons together. Let’s face it, we’ve always leaned a little heavy into our kinks - loving each other’s pits and savoring our natural musk. And yes - absolutely! There’s also Corey’s toy stash, which gets plenty of attention. Plus, since he first introduced me to Skivvies, I may have bought a few more fun things from there other than just swimwear.
If I’m being honest - and there’s no reason not to be - there’s a good chance that I’ve ordered a few other “special items” online too. The kind of things that I’d never have the guts to buy in person. But that’s the beauty of us: everything we do in our wolf den is based on love and respect. So why not be bold? Why not push our Wolf/Pup play to the next level? Let’s test our boundaries to their limits.
I tried to casually text Corey - with an emphasis on tried. Just innocently asking him what time he’d be home. He promised me that he’d be home no later than six. He’d had a rough day, but at least everyone had shown up on time.
That gave me plenty of time to put my plan in motion. If I had the courage to follow through with it.
I showered - everything except my pits - and made sure I was all clean, fresh, and ready. Then I dressed in a typical summer outfit, nothing that would raise suspicion or make Corey think I wanted to go out to a restaurant to celebrate my last test. Most importantly, I carefully laid out my recent purchases in the guest bedroom - all ready for easy access.
Now all that was left to do was to wait. Anxiously. Very anxiously. For my wolf to come home.
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True to his word, Corey pulled into our garage at 5:55. Riley and I were both waiting for him, like two happy pups at the back door. Fine… Riley may have gotten the first kiss. But I got the kiss that told me I was Corey’s future husband, and that he was about to be mine as well. Our kiss was so intense, it almost made me give the game away.
Corey noticed. “Damn, Ollie,” he grinned, pulling back. “I’m pretty sure that kiss is telling me you crushed your test today. But, is it telling me something more?”
I matched his smirk, “Hey, I told you this morning - if I did well, I’d be ready for round two when you got home. Trust me, I did very well.”
That earned me a second, earth-shaking kiss before Corey murmured, “Wow, pup. You’re on fire. Think you can contain yourself long enough for me to shower?”
I forced a little restraint into my grin - trying to curb my excitement. “Of course I can my wolf. You know I’m your good pup. Just… don’t scrub your pits too clean. I’ll be here waiting for you when you’re ready.” I gave him a rare, wicked smirk.
Corey froze for a moment, completely caught off guard by my response, then gave me a curious half-smile that made my butterflies flutter. I swallowed a nervous laugh. “Just believe me. I’ve had a really good day, and you’re about to reap the benefits. Trust me? My wolf?”
“Always, pup. I can’t wait.”
With that, he slipped his scrubs and jock down his furry quads to his ankles, as he quickly hop-skip-jumped his way to our bathroom. I snagged one last quick kiss before shutting the bathroom door behind him. Something we almost never did. If Corey noticed the unusual move, he didn’t say anything.
That left me alone with my plan. And my nerves.
Once again, it was Go Time - hopefully, a very fun one.
I darted into the guest bedroom, quickly stripped out of my casual clothes, and started preparing my surprise for Corey. My heart was pounding. This so wasn’t me. I was just about to admit that I didn’t know who it was. But then I realized… Maybe it was me. Maybe this was who I’d grown into after an incredible year with my soulmate. Our love had encouraged me to explore my desires and trust that Corey would accept whatever I discovered. Sure, he’d been thrilled when I told him I wanted to switch my major to sports medicine. But what I was about to do now… That was a whole lot more boundary stretching than six simple degrees of separation from just changing majors.
The first two pieces of my new “clothing” were easy enough to handle. Once I had them on, their feel and their look gave me the courage to keep going. And it took that courage to push me on to the very kinky third item. Then finally, the absolutely outrageous fourth.
Item three was tougher to handle than I’d expected. But once it was in place - dayam. Every tiny movement I made sent a thrill racing through my whole body. Enough that slipping into the final piece didn’t feel nearly as scary as I’d expected. Instead, it felt nearly preordained.
** Corey’s Perspective **
My pup’s excitement was contagious, as it always was and I couldn’t help but react to his joy. I tried to be quick with my shower, but after a long week and hard day, the hot water felt too good not to linger. I slowly relaxed as the strong spray melted the tension from my shoulders. Still, in the back of my mind, I knew next week would bring even more of its own special stresses.
I’m grateful, and absolutely thrilled, to be marrying the love of my life. But lurd… how did we end up with nearly a hundred friends and family coming to celebrate our most special day with us? When did we even get a hundred friends and family members?
Enough worrying. It was time to focus on whatever surprise Ollie had planned. With all that nervous energy buzzing off him when I got home, I knew something special was about to happen. I tried my best to keep my pits out of the spray. I have no idea if dad knew he taught me this, but like him, I never used deodorant on Fridays - just in case the evening called for something special - exactly like this one.
By the time I’d stepped out, dried off, and wrapped the towel around my waist, even I was starting to feel a little nervous. Why had Ollie closed our bathroom door? We almost never needed this much modesty between us.
I drew a deep breath and pushed it open.
And then I froze. My brain totally refused to help me out with what I saw.
Because whatever I had expected to see… Wasn’t this.
My pup was there, mostly naked, on our bed and on all fours. Oh, and… oh my lurd. He literally was my pup. A very sexy, incredibly hot, outrageously kinky “pup.”
As I tried to process what I was seeing, Ollie decided to help clarify the moment. He began to prance on all fours across the bed, circling slowly. The leather harness that stretched across his chest framed every ounce of the new muscle he’d worked so hard to gain. My mate looked incredible.
Then my eyes locked on to his matching leather jock. It was straining; trying to contain its contents while clinging perfectly to the ‘V’ of Ollie’s groin while still accentuating his firm, almost furry, butt cheeks as seductively as anyone could ever wish for. Even more tantalizing, the jock looked like it had been custom-made just for him. Where the hell had Ollie even found that? Not that I cared in the moment. All I could do was stare and enjoy the show.
And then the show jumped the shark.
As my pup continued to turn, presenting the furry blond butt that I’d just mentioned, I realized with a shock and a thrill, that Ollie had a tail. An actual wagging tail. It took me a second too long to process how it stayed in place, until the truth hit: the tail was anchored to my pup by using my favorite place to be. Ollie’s tail was a butt plug. Dayam. I really needed to keep a closer eye on my boy’s shopping habits.
But even that revelation paled when Ollie turned back around to face me. I only knew it was my love because I could see his shining crystal-blue eyes. The rest of his face and his entire head were hidden under a very handsome, black and tan, puppy mask. Complete with cute folded ears and a sweet muzzle.
I was speechless.
** Back to Ollie **
I couldn’t believe I’d been brave enough to go through with even half of what I’d just done. Corey looked stunned and maybe just a little unsure. But then my eyes noticed the obscene bulge tenting his towel, and I knew that at least part of him was very on board with my risky experiment.
Seeing his hesitation reminded me of the first time he’d pushed my boundaries - spanking me for being bad after I turned off the hot water during his shower. That memory made me understand that I should probably break character for just a moment, to reassure him it was still just me under the mask.
I got up off the bed and presented my leather-accented body to my alpha, the harness and jock hugging my new bulk perfectly. I moved my muzzle to his ear, the leather of the mask brushing against his skin for the first time as I whispered: “It’s okay, my love. It’s just me playing. I had a very good day, and this tail-plug perfectly massages my prostate when I wag it. Can we please keep playing for a while?” I then proved how soft and supple my new muzzle was by nuzzling it against Corey’s ear and nibbling on his lobe.
Corey moaned and shivered, his breath hitching as I teased him. “Okay, pup! I’m on board. I mean, we’ll talk later, but damn, that harness and jock. Just fuck! Oops, sorry… I mean, ‘Frak!’ They look incredible on you.”
I couldn’t stop my snicker, a sweet loving sound that I hoped reassured my mate through my mask. I dropped back down to my knees, the leather of my harness creaking seductively as I moved. I used my muzzle to open Corey’s towel, the soft, fluffy cloth parted to reveal his masterpiece. As soon as his cock was exposed, I once again proved that my puppy mask wouldn’t get in the way of any aspect of our play. I expertly took him back down my throat and succeeded in getting a second moan from my man.
After much too short a time, Corey gently cupped the sides of my puppy head with his big hands, his fingers “petting” my temples. “My pup, you’re about to make me cum, and with all the effort you’ve obviously put into this, I think we should go for a much bigger finish. So, why don’t you remove your tail and let me take it from here?”
I decided to stay in my pup headspace and I refused to say anything. I thought to myself, Sorry, my sweet, beautiful wolf, that’s not where this playtime is going tonight. Instead, I tried my best to give a non-threatening growl, a low rumble that vibrated through my chest.
Corey immediately shot me a shocked look, his eyebrows raising beneath his dark blond hair. “Pup? Did you just growl at your alpha?”
I knew my part to play and instantly dropped to the floor, rolling over onto my back. Damn! I never thought about maybe practicing this move before just going for it. What my roll did to my tail, and therefore to my prostate, almost made me cum. But I recovered and gave Corey my best apologetic whine.
An evil smirk immediately crossed my Corey’s face, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Okay, pup. You’re obviously not challenging me for dominance. So, I’m guessing that little growl means you want to keep your tail happily massaging your prostate while you’re massaging your mate’s prostate - um - the old-fashioned way… With your doggy bone?”
I snapped up from my back and gave a happy bark, the sound muffled slightly by the puppy mask but still full of excitement and playfulness. I even rose up on my knees and begged. My leather-clad body started to glisten with a thin sheen of sweat. Lurd! If Corey still wants to marry me after all this, we’re definitely mates for life.
“Fine pup! You got me. But you know we’re going to do this doggy-style. Right?”
This time, Corey got me, and I couldn’t stop myself from breaking character by letting a full-blown laugh escape. It bubbled up from deep within me, a sound of pure joy and relief. I followed it with the best apologetic “woof” I could muster. Along with a slightly submissive whine that ended on a playful note. Corey’s face broke out into a wide grin as he bent down, lifted my chin up, and managed to give me a passionate kiss under my puppy nose. I couldn’t believe this was actually working.
We both broke character once more. Corey’s tender kiss, his willingness to play, our mutual excitement… We couldn’t keep ourselves from embracing one last time before Corey got into position for our final act and I removed my jock. Thankfully, he covered for my biggest blunder… He knowingly reached over to his nightstand, grabbed the lube, and handed it to me.
Right as he gave his best mischievous smirk, he said, “Hey. I’m way too worked up to have to wait for my love to figure out how to ask for the lube as a pup.”
Dang it, he just got another out of character laugh from me. Then again, that’s what our lovemaking has always been about - intense, intimate moments that almost always seem to include our laughter. Thankfully, it also always includes our mutual satisfaction. And now it was my time to make sure Corey was satisfied.
He assumed his position on our bed, his powerful body poised and ready. I resumed my puppy persona, moving to Corey’s rear with a sense of purpose and anticipation. I proved that once again my mask in no way prevented my lips and tongue from pleasing my lover. Corey didn’t need to play a character; his moans and growls were absolutely genuine. He involuntarily pushed his hips back to meet my muzzle, a primal response that sent a thrill through me. Dang! I love pleasing my man.
I quickly progressed from just my tongue to adding a well-lubed finger, feeling the tight, velvety heat of him enveloping me. From there, Corey’s whimpers told me it was time to move up to two, and finally three fingers. I hate rushing this part of our play because I love the deep satisfaction of knowing I can rock my lover’s world with just the three fingers of my right hand. But I knew it was time.
I withdrew those lucky fingers and gave Corey’s furry cheeks a final kiss, the softness of his skin contrasted with the firmness of his muscles. I decided to forget simply going to my knees. Kneeling behind him wasn’t appropriate for our vibe. Instead, I rose up on my haunches, with my inner thighs pressing tight against Corey’s hips, and aimed my hooded, dripping seven inches at its target.
As amped as I was, I still managed to gently sink my hardness into Corey’s tight depths, feeling the velvety heat envelop me as I slowly pushed in. I let him adjust to my length and girth; the intimacy of the moment made my heart race. Once again, he didn’t have to role-play; his growls and whines were genuine, a primal sound that sent shivers down my spine. I leaned forward as far as I could and nipped at his shoulder, feeling the tension in his body release as he reacted to the slight sting. I was immediately rewarded by a shiver and a whispered command: “Breed me, pup! I love you.”
Lurd! I almost came right then. The intensity of his words and the depth of our connection threatened to overwhelm me. I kissed the place I’d just nipped, feeling the slight dampness of my saliva on his skin, and I settled back into my hunched position. And I started using it to its full potential; confidently humping into my wolf with abandon. I don’t think I’d ever been this excited to mount and breed my man. I felt like he was just as excited to receive my load and have more puppies.
I could feel the sweat beading on my chest and see the droplets forming across Corey’s shoulders, glistening in the soft light of our room. I moved forward just enough so that my frenzied thrusts were punching downward directly across Corey’s prostate, stimulating his sweet spot on every stroke. My efforts were quickly rewarded with a lust-muffled “Oh god, Ollie! I think I’m about to…”
Corey’s sudden growl-groan was so loud it elicited a startled a yip out of Riley, who I assume had been napping on our living room couch. Mere seconds later, I heard his frantic claw clicks on our hardwoods.
Our protector-pup was clearly on his way to investigate who, or what, had made one of his dads make such a startling sound. Thankfully, before our sweet pup could barge in to “rescue” us, I had reached the most powerful climax I’d ever had as Top Dog. I shot my puppy makers deep into Corey’s body, the intensity leaving me breathless, trembling, and completely undone.
Chapter 5: Riley to the Rescue
I heard a sound that was so wolf it immediately jolted me awake. What the fluff was going on?! It was a tail-wrenching, desperate, moan, and it sounded like it came from my Corey! Something was hurting him! How could I have been casually napping when there was clearly a danger in my den? No time for guilt now. I had to protect my pack members! Nothing was going to take my pack from me again!
When I reached my dads’ private den, my heart sank. A huge, unknown dog, was attacking my alpha’s alpha! Corey was obviously in distress. My instincts took over! Attack mode engaged!
I launched myself onto the bed, faster than those wretched squirrels could climb a tree, and I lunged for the intruder’s ear. I bit down hard and yanked. To my shock and amazement, the invading dog’s whole head came off in my jaws. Oh my fluff! I’d decapitated the intruder!
No time to think. I jumped down, carrying the gruesome trophy far away from it being able to hurt my Corey again. I flung it aside. But then immediately leapt back into the fight, tearing off the ear I initially attacked, and then the other. This mongrel would regret the day he dared invade our den!
Just as I was about to sink my teeth into the intruder’s muzzle for the final blow, something felt off. The foreign dog smelled… strange. Kind of like a chew toy, mixed with a strong scent of… Oh no! A strong scent of my heart… my Ollie!
I froze mid-bite and pensively glanced up to our bed. Both of my alphas were there, staring down at me and laughing so hard they could barely breathe.
Fluff me! Had my Ollie been pretending to be a dog? He must have been, because I hadn’t seen him come in to the room while I was mauling the danger. And then it hit me like a thunderclap.
Oh. My. Fluff.
I had just attacked my alpha.
My heart was sinking; I dropped the mangled “intruder head” from my mouth and let out my most pitiful whimper. To prove my sincerity, I rolled straight onto my back, paws splayed, exposing all my soft parts in surrender. Please forgive me pack. I never meant to hurt you.
** Back to Ollie **
Corey and I had both just barely caught our breath from our mind-blowing climaxes when Riley burst into the room and launched himself onto our bed to determine who was hurting who and why. He definitely did not appreciate suddenly finding a strange dog on top of his alpha’s alpha. In one swift move, he yanked my mask right off my head and bolted with it to a safe distance away, to shred it to pieces.
We were totally useless - both still too blissed out and laughing too uncontrollably to intervene, as our brave pup totally annihilated the “attacker.” But somewhere between our laughter and the mask’s familiar scent. Our pup, the smartest furry boy on the planet, realized the truth. The “dog” he was fighting hadn’t been an intruder at all.
He froze, looked up at me with the most nonplussed look I’ve ever seen on a dog’s face, then let out a soft whimper and immediately rolled onto his back; tummy exposed as his most sincere apology.
Corey and I scrambled off the bed to smother Riley with rubs, kisses, and scratches. Reassuring him that he was still, and would always be, our best pup.
By the time he’d wiggled back into being his happy self, I’d made my assessment: tonight had been a very successful experiment. And hey, now Corey gets to help me shop for a replacement mask - or two...
Chapter 6: What’s in a Name
After cleaning up the shredded remains of my poor puppy mask and continually reassuring Riley that he was a good boy for protecting his dads, we showered, changed the sheets, and decided on ordering our favorite pizza for our Friday night dinner.
Halfway through his second slice, Corey gave me a look that was mostly a question, mixed with his trademark smirk. “So, Ollie… my love… how much more do you want to explore our puppy play?”
I blushed, and barely managed not to choke on my pizza. “Okay, I’ll admit, I love my leather harness and my new jock. And for the record, I’d really love to see you in something similar. Oh, and Justin says ‘hi’ and that we need to host a pool party ASAP after our honeymoon. But the mask? I swear that was mostly a whim. Kind of a fun experiment that turned out to be way more enjoyable than I expected. Still… even if that was our one and only puppy play session; don’t you dare ask me to give up my tail. That thing rocked my world.” I didn’t even blush after saying that.
Corey’s eyebrows shot up, giving me a look that was both shocked and yet still included his customary mischievous grin. He finally just chuckled and gave me a proud glowing look that made me feel like I hadn’t overstepped any of our boundaries. Instead, it felt like I’d just deepened our trust.
He solemnly set his slice down, and his voice softened, like he was processing my unexpected reply. “I know I’ve said this before, but I still don’t seem to understand it enough: my pup is becoming an alpha in his own right. My beautiful boy has become my amazing man. A man who is my equal in every way, and my husband-to-be.
“I’m grateful every day for the trust we’ve built.” Corey’s eyes got a bit misty, “Damn, Ollie, I can’t wait for next weekend. But I have to ask again… are you still sure you want to be ‘Mr. Oliver Aaron Rainer,’ and not be a Carson anymore?”
I wrapped my arms around my wolf and kissed him hard. Pulling back, I looked deep into his sky-blue eyes. “My wolf, choosing to become a Rainer is the easiest decision I’ve ever made.” I tilted my head, giving him our family’s smirk. “I mean, sure… I guess I could’ve taken Ted’s last name. ‘Kern’ is a good one, and he is my dad... But I’m not marrying him. I’m marrying you. And I want to be a Rainer.”
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