Puppy

Sam’s days fell into two categories now.

Days with Marshall and Jack – long, tolerable but no more than that, days of being largely ignored. Jack was still eager to take him through to the garden for ‘walkies’ whenever he needed it. Marshall still threatened him with the cane for any sign of incorrect behaviour, but that was rare now. Mostly it was just dull, sitting chained up in the courtyard without attention.

But it was worth it for the other days. The days when Carl came to look after him instead. Days of warmth and petting and games.

Then a very confusing day. Carl had turned up that morning, whistling his way through the courtyard as always, and Sam had rushed to the front of the cage to greet him enthusiastically, whining desperately until Carl had the cage open for him to bound out and rub against the human’s legs. A hand dropping down to pet him behind the ears had led to a rush of warmth all through his body, a pleasure at touch that was beyond anything he had felt since he had been here…

He got into the shower tray obediently, accepted the enema without complaint, then whimpered needily as his body responded in a way it hadn’t done on any previous morning. His cock usually just hung down until the pressure of water on his bladder made him piss, but today the sensation of the plastic tube inside his body, the swelling as the water filled him, Carl’s gentle touch on his back and belly… Sam had a rock solid erection jutting out from him as his bowels cramped from the enema.

Sam glanced up quickly. Carl hadn’t noticed, was carrying on without looking in that direction, rubbing and saying something low and soothing as he always did. What could Sam do? He flushed. Did he want Carl to notice? To do something about it? Carl was handsome, muscular, just the kind of man Sam had gone for, back when… back when he had been human, when life had been simple… Of course, he’d ended up in bed with plenty of women too, they found him just as attractive. But they had always been uncomplicated, a night or two, never relationships… It had been the men who had messed with his heart. If he’d met Carl then, in that world… would Carl have even spared him a second look? He certainly wouldn’t have showed him this much attention…

Sam whimpered as the tube was gently pulled out, the way it rubbed at his soft internal surfaces left him shivering. Carl frowned as he gently pushed Sam’s behind down over the drain, then he blushed, clearly catching sight of it…

He petted Sam’s hair, and was very gentle as he pulled the ‘dog’ back up into position for the rest of the cleaning. Warm water, shampoo, hands sliding everywhere… but not enough… Sam whined, pushing his hips forward when Carl’s hand was near enough, but it never stayed in position for long. By the end of the shower, Sam’s arousal was painful, but Carl kept on deliberately avoiding looking at it. Carl patted him awkwardly as he pulled Sam out of the shower and led him out into the courtyard, chaining him up there with food and water and then vanishing into the house.

Sam could hardly bear it. He wanted Carl’s touch so desperately. He was almost tempted to stop being a dog for long enough to jerk himself off, but that would be foolish – Carl couldn’t ignore that, and the evidence would be clear to see…

He ate slowly and without tasting anything, then sat down awkwardly to wait.

It wasn’t long before Carl reappeared from the house, with a bag in his hand. He unchained Sam and led him into the garden without any comment. They spent large parts of each day in there now, playing fetch, or just sitting together – Carl on a bench, Sam at his feet.

Today he was led onto the grass, and he sat down obediently. It would probably be a game of Fetch then… uncomfortable in his current state, but it might take his mind off it…

Carl opened the bag and dropped a soft toy onto the ground – a plush rabbit with pale blue fur.

“I thought…” Carl started in a thick voice. “I thought maybe you’d like a toy to play with. Here you go. Just play with that for a while…” and with that he turned away and went over to the bench, taking a paperback book from his pocket and sitting down apparently intent on the contents.

Sam looked down at the toy. What exactly was he meant to do with a stuffed rabbit? Chase it? Kill it? He bent his head and lifted it in his mouth. Maybe it was just another version of Fetch? He moved over slowly to Carl, and dropped the toy in his lap.

Carl sat up and stroked his head, then said.

“No, puppy. It’s for you to play with. Over here…”

And he led Sam back over to the grass.

Sam gazed down at the toy again, then up at Carl in confusion. It was just a soft toy, it didn’t do anything… how was he supposed to play with it? He whined quietly.

“Just… I think you want something to play with… Don’t you?”

Sam looked up at him, baffled as ever.

Carl was blushing deeply now, his voice low and thick.

“OK. Um… stand”

Sam stood.

Carl moved the toy until it was below his belly, then pushed gently down on his butt.  Sam obeyed, dropping his hips down though without any understanding… then gasped as the tip of his erect cock brushed against the soft plush surface.

“That’s it… play with the toy, puppy”

Sam’s eyes widened as the penny finally dropped. He let out a startled yip of sheer pleasure as he pushed his hips down further and ground himself against the soft toy beneath him, barely registering as Carl walked away, back to the bench, back to his book…

The day was a blur that he could barely recall properly by the time Carl led him back into his cage for the night. There had been food, he was fairly sure, and ‘walks’ to let him piss against the trees in the garden, and times spent leaning against Carl, head on his knee, a hand stroking his fur… his hair… but mostly there had been the toy. He had never felt such a rush of pleasure as the first time he had ejaculated onto its soft squashy little body. There was almost no resistance in it, the stimulation coming more from the ground beneath it than from the toy itself. But it was ecstasy, thrusting over and over and over into it.

Knowing Carl was watching.

Oh, he pretended not to. Sam rarely caught him looking directly. But he watched. His breathing changed as Sam humped the little rabbit mercilessly into the grass and the earth below, breath catching as Sam gasped and yelped in orgasm…

Sam curled up happily in his cage that night. Carl might not do it directly, but indirectly… he had enjoyed watching Sam, Sam was sure of it. Carl had been deeply aroused by the sight of Sam as a dog repeatedly mounting the helpless toy…  Sam’s dreams were happy ones, of long walks and warm firesides, and Carl.