Deciding on leaving the hood for last, I grab the leather collar, dragging my fingers along the smooth, rich texture of it, happy to note that this shouldn’t cause any irritation to Jonah’s skin while he wears it. There’s no tag on it yet, and I find myself eager to have one made special for him. After all the reading I’ve been doing, I know there’s significance to having a tag or a lock on a collar, and I can’t wait mark him as mine in every way, so all the other pups and handlers will know.
Jonah gives an impatient little whine, and I smile. He really does seem to be natural at this.
“Sorry, pup. I didn’t mean to make you wait,” I apologize, bending over him to fit the collar around his neck, feeling him shiver with pleasure, a moan vibrating from his throat as I fasten it. I check with my fingers to make sure it isn’t too tight, and then I pick up the final item on the bed.
Jonah watches me with anxious eyes as I examine the hood in my hands. Of all the accoutrements, this is the one I’m most leery of. It’s what made me instantly think weird when I saw the puppies at the parade. A collar and jockstrap aren’t so different from what guys might wear to the club on a Saturday night. The tail is certainly a step further, but it’s inherently sexual, which makes it more understandable and honestly, hot. But the hood…
Jonah gives another little whine, this one clearly nervous rather than impatient. I’m sure he can see the uncertainty on my face, and that’s not something he’s ever done well with, let alone when he’s in such a vulnerable position.
“It’s okay; you don’t have to worry,” I assure him, making my tone as calming as possible. “Let’s get this hood on and see how the whole thing looks.”
I walk around so I’m directly in front of him, and I drop to my knees again. Jonah licks his lips anxiously, his breathing speeding up again. I want to pull him into my lap and soothe him, but I know the best way to dispel his fear is to just take this step and show him the world won’t end. Maybe I need this reassurance a little too.
“I love you,” I tell him before slipping the hood over his head.
Fastening it into place, my heart beats a tattoo against my ribs. Once it’s on, I sit back on my heels and look at him. His face is mostly obscured by the puppy shaped hood, but I can see his eyes clearly, and the fear there feels like a knife twisting in my gut.
“You are such a pretty pup,” I whisper, putting my hand under his snout and tilting it up. My heart flutters at how strangely right it feels. Bending forward, I press my lips to the top of his muzzle. “Such a pretty pup,” I repeat, peppering a flurry of kisses all over his nose.
Jonah lets out a little whimper. Wait, is he still Jonah when he’s a pup? I read that he should have a pup name to help him get fully into puppy space. We’ll have to talk about it later, what he wants his pup name to be.
When I pull back from kissing him, the fear in his eyes is gone, replaced by a very Jonah sparkle that warms my heart.
“How do you feel?” I ask, and his eyes shine even brighter, a hint of mischief creeping into them. He lets out a little yip and laughter rumbles from my chest. “Do you want your toys? That could be fun, right?”
He yips again, and I decide to take that as a yes, so I kneel up to reach over him and grab his stuffed bone from the bed. Holding it up in front of him, he gives me a skeptical look, like he’s not really sure what he’s supposed to do with it. It’s clear he’s still too much Jonah in his head and not enough puppy.
“Maybe we’re not quite ready for playtime yet,” I conclude, and Jonah cocks his head. “Maybe cuddle time would be good?”
He cocks his head in the other direction now, doing an excellent impression of a puppy trying to understand what’s being said, and then does that little wiggle again that makes his tail wag. This time, I’m able to see his eyes roll a little with the pleasure of the plug as it brushes his prostate. The tail is definitely going to be something we can have fun with.
“Come on, let’s go to the couch, and we’ll cuddle.” I stand, patting my thigh like I would with a real dog, and he follows behind on his hands and knees.
I try not to laugh at the awkward way my large boyfriend clambers along behind me. But, he’s entirely too funny trying to get used to walking not only on all fours, but with the hand and knee pads on. Add to that the tail brushing his prostate every few steps, making him moan and shiver...yeah, it’s a sight to see.
By the time we reach the couch, he’s breathing hard for an entirely different reason than before. I plop down and pat the cushion beside me, noticing his huge erection, barely contained in his jockstrap.
It takes a little maneuvering, but he manages to get himself curled up on the couch beside me, his head resting on my thigh. I place my hand on his bare back, and he arches into my touch.
“Good boy,” I praise, stroking slowly down his back. The motion is oddly soothing, and Jonah seems to agree, because before long his breathing is slow and even. I look down and see his eyes are still open, so he’s not sleeping, but there’s a faraway haze glazing him over that makes me think he’s in that calm, floaty place he’s talked about before. Is that the same as puppy space? Most of the blogs I read were pretty vague about that.
My eyes continue downward, and I see that, in spite of his relaxed state, his cock is as hard as ever. We didn’t talk about how sexual we want this role play to be, so I don’t make any move to do anything more than pet him for now, even though I’m sure he can feel my own arousal as well.
We sit just like that, enjoying being near each other, letting this new aspect of our relationship sink in for at least an hour. When Jonah’s stomach growls, I stop petting him.
“Do you want to eat like this or take the pup stuff off and scrounge up dinner together?”
He lets out a little huff that can only be interpreted as annoyance and picks his head up off my lap.
“Don’t worry, pup, we’ll have plenty of chances to play. Come on.” I stand up and pat my leg again to get him to follow me.
Taking his things off is almost as much of a transformation as putting it on was. One item at a time is removed with care, until Jonah is blinking at me in a slow, almost sleepy way like he’s coming out of a dream.
“That was…” He shakes his head, seeming to be at a loss for words. I set his hood down on the bed and reach my hand out to help him stand.
“I loved it,” I admit, and his uncertain expression turns to a smile.
“Me too.”
Chapter 16
Jonah
I’m bouncing around the house, unable to sit still, when Lars finally comes through the front door.
I don’t even let him get his shoes off before jumping on him and greeting him with a sloppy, tongue heavy kiss.
“You took forever to get home,” I complain against his lips.
“Sorry, one of the neuters I had turned out to be cryptorchid, so it took longer than I expected. We have plenty of time though before our session, don’t worry.”
“I know,” I assure him. “I knew you wouldn’t let us be late.” Since the first morning Lars took over clock watching for me, I’ve been more relaxed than ever. It’s easy to trust him with things like this, because I always have. The only difference is now he’s taking the reins himself, rather than me giving them. I guess I am still giving them, but it feels different with him being more actively dominant.
I follow Lars to the bedroom and help him strip his work clothes off when I get anxious with the careful way he undoes each button on his shirt. He chuckles as I tug them apart impatiently and then shove the shirt down his shoulders once it’s open. With his shirt off, I take a second to run my fingers along the expanse of exposed flesh, having long ago memorized every line and plane. Even if some of them are slightly more concave these days than they used to be, I love each one as much as I always have.
“Keep touching me like that and we will be late,” Lars warns when my fingers linger on the trail of dark hair that runs from his belly button and disappea
rs into his pants. I hesitate for a second, trying to decide if it’s worth being late. “Don’t be a naughty pup.”
His words send a thrill of excitement down my spine, settling in my cock and making it thicken.
Stepping forward, I press my growing erection against his hip, rocking gently and earning myself a warning look from him. Reaching for the button on his pants, I undo it with exaggerated slowness, brushing my palm against the bulge in the front of his pants as I tug the zipper down. When he growls, I paste on an innocent expression.
“What?”
“Remind me to ask Vale how naughty pups should be punished.”
“Mean,” I grumble, pulling my hand off his cock reluctantly.
“I need a quick shower, and then we’ll go.”
“You know, it would be even quicker if I came with. Four hands are better than two,” I waggle my eyebrows suggestively.
“Somehow I doubt it’ll save time, but come on,” he agrees, stepping out of his pants and walking into the bathroom with his half-hard cock leading the way.
I strip out of my own clothes in a hurry, nearly tripping over my own feet as I kick my pants off in my rush to follow him.
Of course, he ends up being right. The feeling of my soapy hands gliding along his skin is endlessly distracting, and it ends up taking twice as long as usual to finish the shower. But at least we leave the shower a lot more relaxed than we went in.
“You’re lucky I factored in orgasms, but if we don’t get moving, we really will be late,” Lars warns as we towel off.
“Please always factor in orgasms.”
“You got it,” he agrees with a wink.
I’m not sure what I was expecting this place to look like, but I certainly wasn’t picturing what amounts to a regular dog training area. There’s an agility course, toys, and various other items that wouldn’t be out of place at any canine training facility. I hitch my duffle bag full of puppy stuff higher on my shoulder.
It felt weird bringing this stuff out into the world. It feels so personal and private, and we’re going to parade it in front of some stranger? I almost didn’t pack the tail, but in the end, I decided to, although I’m not sure I’ll wear it in front of this Vale person.
“You must be Lars and Jonah,” a deep voice greets. We turn to find a large, gorgeous man approaching. And when I say large, I mean that he’s making all six feet of my muscled self feel like a midget.
“Yes, I’m Lars,” he greets, stepping in front of me and offering the man, who I assume is Vale, his hand.
“Nice to meet you both. If you don’t mind, I’d like to take you into my office so we can start by going over the questionnaires you filled out and talking a bit.”
I hesitate, my heart beating a little faster at the thought of sitting down with a complete stranger to discuss kinks and sexual preferences. Lars’ hand finds mine.
“Okay, JJ?” he checks. The warm weight of his grip is enough to give me the courage to nod and walk forward, following Vale to his office.
Again, the space is nothing like I was expecting. His office looks more like a living room that happens to have a desk in it than any traditional sort of office. There’s an overstuffed couch along with several chairs in one corner, a screened off area in another, and tucked all the way in back is a desk with computer and paperwork on it.
“I want my clients to feel comfortable in here,” he explains, gesturing us toward the couch and taking a chair for himself. It’s only once we’re seated that I notice he’s holding some papers in his hand. “I printed out your questionnaires to make things easier, but I promise to shred them as soon as our discussion is over,” he explains when he notices my gaze.
“Okay. Sorry, it’s just that I’m a doctor, so it might be awkward if it got out that I’m into…well, you know.” I wave at the papers in his hand. Obviously, he knows what I’m into.
“I understand,” Vale assures me. “Now, first I want to know, how much of this have the two of you discussed before coming here? Did you talk about anything during or after filling these out for me?”
We both shake our heads, and I instantly feel like I failed at the first assignment, shame making me attempt to shrink against Lars.
“I think this whole situation has made us both realize we need to work on getting more comfortable discussing things we like and want to try in the bedroom,” Lars concludes, and I’m grateful he responded for us, because I was about to start apologizing like an idiot. Vale is oozing dominance in a way that’s waking up my inner submissive. I can’t decide if it’s a turn on or if it makes me nervous.
“That’s not uncommon,” Vale says. “One thing I did notice is that Lars, you didn’t check any of the boxes for preferences. And you wrote Dominant, followed by a question mark on that section.”
I glance over at Lars and catch an apologetic smile on his lips.
“I’m still getting used to the whole D/s part, I think. At least, as far as labels go,” he explains.
“Based on our phone conversation last week, that doesn’t surprise me. Building your confidence is going to be our first priority because Jonah will never be able to fully let go and trust you as his master if you don’t trust yourself. Now, about the preferences…”
“I was afraid of checking a box Jonah didn’t have checked and making him feel bad if we didn’t want the same things,” he confesses, his fingers squeezing tighter around mine.
Vale nods, handing Lars one of the sheets of paper. “Look at it again and tell Jonah what interests you. Once you’ve told him, I’ll let you see his answers.”
Lars glances at the sheet, angling his body toward mine, squaring his shoulders and sitting up straighter.
“I like being in control of your orgasms. I might want to go as far as a cock cage in the future, but I’m not sure right now about that.” His answer floods me with heat and longing. Fuck, I want that. I want Lars to have that power over me, to say when and if I get to come, at all times. I swallow hard and nod in acknowledgement, so he goes on. “And, I never thought about it before, but the idea of bondage really appeals to me. Light bondage, maybe tying your hands to the headboard during sex.”
“Yes,” I agree with a rasp in my voice.
“Is that all?” Vale checks.
“For now, I think. But I want to talk about things more as we move forward. I didn’t realize I wanted either of those things until I read the list.”
Vale nods again in approval. “Your list matches Jonah’s. He specified that he doesn’t want any pain; I assume you’re in agreement on that front?”
“Yes,” Lars answers easily.
“Well, maybe a really light spanking, but nothing more than that,” I clarify, and Lars smiles in agreement.
We spend a few more minutes discussing the questionnaire, and then Vales stands and declares it’s time for me to get changed so we can get to the fun part.
“I’ll leave you two in here; come find me when you’re ready. No rush.”
Lars
As soon as we’re alone, I can feel Jonah’s anxiety rolling off him.
“What’s wrong, JJ?” I ask, standing so I can tower over him a bit while he sits on the couch. Wrapping my arms around him, I pull his head to rest against my chest, his legs spread so I can stand between them.
“Just a little nervous,” he confesses.
Taking his chin in my hand, I tilt his head up and give him the most confident look I can manage.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about. We’re here to have fun and to learn all the ways we can enjoy this new aspect of our sex life. Vale isn’t going to judge us.”
“You’re right,” he agrees, taking a deep breath and relaxing in my arms. “Okay, help me get ready?”
“Of course,” I assure him, bending my head and pecking my lips against his before taking a step back and tugging him to his feet. “Strip, pup,” I instruct, and then I remember I forgot to ask him about a pup name last time. “JJ, what do you want me to cal
l you when you’re a puppy?”
His eyes go wide in surprise, and then a little blush colors his neck and cheeks.
“It’s kind of a cliché dog name, but I was thinking Lucky?”
I chuckle and shake my head. “That name is such a bad omen. Dogs named Lucky are always the ones who get hit by cars or develop weird, incurable diseases.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to stay out of traffic when I’m a puppy,” he promises solemnly, making me laugh again.
“Okay, Lucky it is.”
Just like we did at home when he put on his pup stuff, I help him undress, running my hands soothingly over every bit of skin we expose. He came prepared, wearing his jockstrap this time, so all we need to do is take his pants and shirt off before we’re ready to make him a pup.
“Hands and knees,” I command gently, and he obeys.
Unzipping his bag, I grab the hand and knee pads first, putting each one on him with care and making sure they’re comfortable before going back for the next item. We had his new tail express shipped, and it arrived last night. This is the first time I’m really seeing it, but it’s absolutely perfect—fluffy and curled with back and gray fur and a modest plug on the end.
He tenses when I part his cheeks to appreciate the view of his hole.
“Should we…um…is it weird…”
“You’re worried about Vale seeing you with the tail on?” I guess and Jonah nods. “He’s not going to be looking at you like I am. You’re only mine.”
He relaxes at my words, and I drop one hand to reach for the lube in the bag. My intention was to make quick work of loosening him to take the plug, but when I slip my finger inside and a sweet sigh of pleasure falls from Jonah’s lips, I can’t resist taking a few minutes to enjoy this. Surely Vale will understand the holdup.
I lean over Jonah, trailing my lips along the vast expanse of his back while I work two fingers in and out of his sweet hole.
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