Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Frankie?” Evan whispers, but his voice comes out muffled because of the hood. He reaches for it as though he’s going to take it off.
“Shh. Pups don’t talk. Be a good boy so I can put this on you.”
There’s a pause and then a soft bark before the little runt nudges my hand with his nose.
“Oh, now I see someone is excited,” I say, chuckling. Pup Runt lifts his chin, so I can get to the O ring on his collar. I attach the tag, feeling a strange, powerful sort of strength and possessiveness surging through me. “Such a pretty boy,” I tell him when I’m finished, before giving him scritches. Pup Runt puts his front paws on me, nearly knocking me over as he wiggles with excitement, pushing his snout into my neck and alternating between barks and whimpers.
Happiness expands in my chest, a manic sort of laughter coming out of me as I play with him.
“Good boy, such a good boy.” I make sure to reward him with positive feedback, knowing how important that is for pups. “Sit.”
Pup Runt immediately backs off me and does as he’s told. “Good pup.” I push a Reese’s Piece into his mouth through the hood. “Look what else I got you!” I say, pulling the floppy-eared stuffed animal from the bag.
Before I realize what’s going on, Pup Runts grabs it from my hand, turns and runs from the room, the toy hanging from his mouth.
There’s the knowledge there, in the back of my mind that this is different, but it’s eclipsed by how it makes me feel, how it makes him feel, and what I realize we’re both getting out of it.
“Silly pup.” Shoving to my feet, I follow him into the living room. He’s sitting by the couch, the toy still hanging out of his mouth, but I can see the hesitance in his body. “It’s okay to be playful,” I tell him, hoping that’s the right thing. “But you have to obey too.”
The toy falls out of Pup Runt’s mouth. On what I assume is a reflex, Evan reaches for it, with his mitted hands.
That won’t do at all.
“Someone keeps forgetting they’re a pup.” I walk over and kneel in front of him again. I scratch his neck, then say, “Lay.” He obeys, rolling to his back so I can rub his belly.
“I have an idea,” I add. “I think it’ll help you really get in the pup mindset and I have to admit, I’m fucking dying to see it.” I continue rubbing his belly with one hand as I dig into the bag with the other. “You’re such a good pup, remember that. I want to walk my pup, want to see him wag his cute little tail.”
I feel his muscles tense up and I know he realizes what I’m going to ask. His eyes go wide, and I shake my head before he can try to speak.
Crazy as it sounds, it feels like everything goes in slow motion as I reach into the bag and pull out the packaged tail. “You can do this, Pup. You’re such a good boy.” I give him one last rub and add, “One bark for no. Two for yes.”
23
Evan
I bounce around in my puppy gear, eager and excited.
These feelings are so distant from when I saw the puppy hood at Otterly a few weeks ago…when I was intrigued, but nervous…worried, even.
I’m more in tune with this side of me than ever before; I know this is fucking right.
And I’m so appreciative to have someone like Frankie to share it with.
It’s like he’s been able to intuit where I’m at. That I was ready for this.
I bark twice, not paying any attention to those voices in my head—the voices of Peter and my parents, mocking me, thinking I’m weird or I need to be changed. They’re still there, but much quieter than when I first started trying all this out.
They’re these faint whispers in the back of my mind that fade further and further every day that Frankie and I get deeper into puppy play.
Right now, they’re so distant that it’s easy for me to ignore them and allow myself to slip further into this experience.
Frankie’s lips curl upward, and I can tell by the expression on his face that he wants to share this with me.
Just like I want to be in puppy mode, Frankie wants to care for me and help me along. For whatever reason, it feels like we both need this…like it’s a part of us.
Frankie removes the tail from the packaging it’s wrapped in.
I remain on all fours, this eagerness swelling within me.
Frankie gets on his knees behind me. He rubs his right hand up and down my side, then slides it back and strokes my ass gently. I can’t help but get hard. His hand makes a path around to my abs before he moves it down and feels my erect dick sticking out of the jock strap.