My fingers tapped the steering wheel as I drove along the pitch-black two-lane highway. The city lights of Las Vegas kept getting smaller and smaller in my rearview mirror with each passing minute until it disappeared. Once the city fell from my sight, I knew it was only about another twenty-minute drive before I arrived at The Pound.
I had been looking forward to this weekend since I had to put in for the time off months ago at work. Being an entertainer at the hottest male show on the Strip, weekends off were almost unheard of and had to be requested months in advance. I “dance” for the British Invasion show despite not having any British blood in me. None of the guys do, in fact. But the people who come to the shows didn’t give a fuck about that. They just want to see flesh.
I’m not ashamed of what I do, and my family doesn’t seem embarrassed by it. Anytime my mom or dad tell people about it, they say, “Dusty is an entertainer on the Strip.” I’m the middle child, squished between an older sister who is a nurse and a younger brother who is a teacher. I had a wonderful childhood and have a good relationship with my family. We were all raised to have morals and family values. And on weekends like this, I threw all those morals right out the window to be me.
Well outside the city limits of Sin City, The Pound was a weekend resort for some of the kinkiest fuckers around. It was a sanctuary for those who had a kink fetish for human pet play. Full of like-minded individuals, masters looking for a “puppy” to play with had a wide variety of human pets to pick from. Some owners even found their new forever friend.
I hadn’t been that lucky yet, but God knows I was trying. Actually, it was probably best that God didn’t see this side of me. This side of me would probably get me fired from work, disowned by my family, and secure my place in Hell if it was ever discovered.
But was I ashamed of it? Absolutely not.
As I made my way over a hill, a smile forced its way onto my face. Nestled just beyond the bottom of the hill was The Pound. It was a sprawling resort with lots of outdoor grassy areas, trees, pools, and tons of other pet-friendly amenities. The masters all stayed in a lush bed and breakfast type of place while all of the human pets stayed in the “pound”.
Having to stay in the pound wasn’t roughing it, by any means. All pets had a fresh, clean bed, water, treats, and a toy. Many pets would get frisky in there while waiting for a master to select them for the day. If you were lucky, a master would take you back to their room with them. There was a hierarchy in The Pound. Male “puppies” were considered those twenty-five years of age and under, and they had to wear a cock cage. Since that was the horniest age range, they kept us somewhat under control so we wouldn’t just go around and hump others.
Guests had to be checked in by midnight on Friday nights and had to check out Sunday evening. I’d never seen any guests leave early. The Pound required that all pets and masters have a reservation, and they controlled the number of people they allowed at the resort each weekend. Seeing how full the parking lot was as I pulled into it brought a smile to my face and made my dick twitch in anticipation. There would be lots of masters looking for a forever friend. And fuck, I wanted to be that friend.
I walked to the back of my car slowly, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. I retrieved my duffle bag from my trunk and tried not to slam it shut. It was so peaceful out here. As I walked toward the entrance, I noticed a few others doing the same. All of us alone and looking for something.
The check-in area was in the entryway of the main house where the masters stayed. Like a good puppy, I waited my turn, though I was eager as fuck. While I waited, I walked around the entryway and looked at the framed photographs. The photos on the light beige walls highlighted some masters and their pets. Instantly, I felt at home again. Here, everyone’s kink was respected. All of us knew that beyond this property, our fetishes and kinks were the minority. But here, it was okay for us to be ourselves and indulge in our fantasies.
“Hi, Dusty, it’s so good to see you this weekend,” Lynne, one of the owners, greeted me. I turned to face her and noticed the person who had been at the check-in counter ahead of me had moved on.
“Hi!” I eagerly said as I picked up my duffle bag and hurried over to the desk. I set my driver’s license on the counter along with my membership card for The Pound and the results for my most recent blood test. Lynn began my check-in process and chatted with me.
“Are you looking for another canine to play with this weekend or a master?” she asked.
“I’m hoping for a master, but if another dog wants to play, I’m up for it.”
“I’m sure you will have no problem finding some playmates, Dusty. You’re a favorite among many masters.”
“Really?” I was surprised, but I loved hearing that.
“Definitely. Are there any changes to your health?” Lynn asked as she looked up from her form.
“No. No changes,” I confirmed.
“Any changes to the type of play you’re willing to engage in?”
“No. I’m still open for everything.”
“Excellent! Okay, Dusty, here is your slip. Take it down to the pound and get settled in. I know there are some masters already down there. But there are still a bunch out at the pool too.”
“Okay! Thank you!”
I made my way through the masters’ house and outside. I smiled and nodded at some masters on my way across the patio. As I walked along the deck by the pools, I heard a loud whistle. I stopped in my tracks and turned in the direction of the whistle. Two familiar older masters sat in a spa looking at me. Phillip and Rich were masters that I’d played with before. They were a couple but loved adding in some “puppy” play. I liked each of them and would love to be their forever puppy.
“Dustin!” Phillip called out.
“Come here, puppy,” Rich hollered.
I eagerly jogged over and set my duffle bag down before I crouched on the edge of the deck. Both of the men were now standing in the spa and had come over to the edge to reach out and touch me. I noticed they were naked, and I felt myself get hard. They spoke to me while they pet my head and rubbed on my back.
“Good boy,” Phillip praised as he rubbed my neck.
“What have you been up to, Dusty?” Rich asked.
“Just working.”
