Puppy

Carl was here again, it was unprecedented to see him two days in a row. Sam could hardly contain his excitement at the presence of his only friend, despite the sinking feeling in his stomach at the thought of the muzzle and block that doubtless awaited him.

They had practiced twice more that first day with the muzzle, until by the end Sam had stayed for what must have been an hour or more in that sickeningly vulnerable position.

And yet… no matter how sickening, Carl was there… that made it bearable. More than bearable. Pleasurable. Carl’s touch made him happy, that was the truth of it.

Carl had a new tail for him.

Longer than the last, this third tail was more in proportion for a dog his size. Sam had the feeling that this would be the final one, the tail that would continue to be ‘his’ as long as he was a dog.

The rubber plug that held it in place was larger than the others, unsurprisingly. But Carl was gentle as he inserted it, with warm fingers and plenty of lubricant. Sam’s body accepted it, even welcomed the way it rubbed inside him as Carl pushed it slowly into place, and then as he flexed his muscles to wag the attached tail.

It was another day of practising staying on the block, with the muzzle, for longer periods of time. Sam simply obeyed. He would always obey Carl now, he no longer even questioned why he would do it. It was just normal now, like staying on hands and knees and not making any attempt at human speech.

He stood in position, secured with straps, knowing that soon his new Master would visit, would watch, would approve or reject him. Would fuck him. Here or somewhere else, Sam wasn’t too sure. There had been no-one else around, only Marshall and Jack most days, Carl occasionally to give them a break. So it was unlikely to be the boss’s house. So the chances are he would be going somewhere else when the training was completed.

That thought made him whine. Would Carl visit him then? Would he help him to settle into dog-life elsewhere? He certainly seemed to care about Sam… Sam rubbed himself against Carl’s legs every chance he got, when not on the block, pressing in tight to show how important Carl was to him.

He got his reward at the end of the day, as the shadows were lengthening across the grass.

“You’ve been such a good puppy for me. You’re always going to be my puppy, aren’t you? My very special puppy. Yes you are, yes you are!” Carl had his arms around Sam’s neck in a hug, and Sam melted into the embrace as best he could on all fours.

Whatever happened, he was sure that Carl would still be there for him.

Sam’s ecstasy was complete when Carl rummaged in a bag below the bench and dropped Toy onto the grass under him with a broad smile. He yipped excitedly and dropped his hips down to grind his erection into the soft fur, imagining Carl’s hands on him as he did so.