He nodded and got up on his paws while I grabbed the lube. I quickly pulled his tail out and was shocked at the size of the plug that was attached to it.
“Damn, big boy. You’ve got a big cock, and it looks like you enjoy taking cock.”
He nodded while I prepped his hole and lubed my cock a bit. I never liked using too much lube because it took away from of the sensations. I lined myself up and wrapped my hand around his leather harness.
“Push back, big boy,” I told him while I held the base of my cock still.
Johnathan pushed his ass back and didn’t stop until his butt cheeks were flush against my body. I gripped his harness tight and took hold of his left hip and began to fuck him hard. My thrusts were long and deep while Johnathan bounced back on my cock. Johnathan was built like a tank, and I knew he could withstand me.
I pounded away on him until sweat formed on my forehead and chest. I hadn’t fucked this hard since before Mia. This was my true calling; a male human pet that could handle me.
When I came, I pulled his harness back hard and then quickly opened my eyes to make sure he was still okay and alive. Johnathan held himself still so I could empty in him. But he moaned and was moving his head around.
Whew. Knee-jerk reaction. He was alive.
Three Months Later
Ihad taken a completely different approach with Johnathan than I had with Mia. After Mia had moved in, we tried to live as much as what society deemed a normal or conventional life as possible. I wanted to live all the time in a master and pet relationship dynamic. Despite Mia knowing this, the pet play we had simply wasn’t nearly enough.
Johnathan and I clicked very well and easily. He loved rough sex and was thrilled to lie around the house in his pup gear. Johnathan was always ready to play, and I loved that. He understood that I wanted a constant master and pet dynamic, and things were moving along great.
Until last week, Johnathan had been sleeping outside in an oversized doghouse until he had earned the privilege of sleeping inside. Though it was winter, it was winter in Las Vegas. Even though the temperatures were cool, there wasn’t a chance that he’d die or get sick outside in the elements. I had built the doghouse myself and made sure it had the same insulation rating as my house did. The floor was carpeted, and he had a large pet bed to sleep on. He was pretty well pampered, if I did say so myself.
Now he was sleeping inside, though, and he knew that if he was well-behaved and earned it, he would eventually be able to sleep on my bed. For now, he slept on his pet bed in the living room.
I realized this was a key mistake with Mia. I hadn’t made her earn the privilege to sleep on my bed. She had boasted of wanting to live in a constant master and pet relationship, but when it came down to it, it was a game to her. But still, I had a soft spot for my sweet girl.
“Oh, yeah. Fuck, right there, big boy,” I praised as he pressed his tongue in the slit of my cock. I loved the way he pushed his tongue in there and massaged the flesh.
I brought my head up off the rigid pillow of the patio lounger and gazed down at Johnathan. I grew stiffer as I watched my dick disappear into his mouth. There was something so fucking filthy about watching his masked and hooded head work on me. The weight of his gloved paws on my thighs felt good too.
While he continued to suck me, I fantasized about him pinning me down and having his primal way with me. I’d been saving the instructions for him to do something like that to me for just the right time. What it was that I was waiting for, I wasn’t really sure. I figured that I’d know the right time when it presented … if it ever presented itself.
I picked up the glass of whiskey from the patio table and sipped on it while Johnathan used his mouth on me. With the encouragement of the whiskey, I thought this afternoon might be the perfect opportunity to try out his alpha ability.
All afternoon I’d let Johnathan drive me to the edge, and then I forced him to ease off. I felt like I was really close to coming, but I wanted to continue to prolong our fun. I reached down and felt around on the ground for his orange ball. I felt it and had my fingers on it, but I couldn’t seem to grab it and hang onto it. My clumsy fingers dropped it when I tried picking it up and the ball ended up hitting the table leg and then bounced away.
“Goddamnit!” I swore as I watched the ball roll away. I snapped my fingers and pointed in the direction the ball went. “Go get your ball, big boy.”
Johnathan instantly pulled his mouth off me and went to fetch his ball. I focused on his ass while he crawled away. Very soon I’d be buried in that. He stopped suddenly and whimpered.
“What’s the matter, big boy?”
He shook his head and resumed looking for his orange ball. I noticed he was much slower with his search. When he brought me back the ball, I set it on the lounger, sat up, and rubbed his head.
“What was the noise for? Are you okay?”
He nodded but patted his right knee. I looked down at his knee and could see it was really red and scratched. I brushed off the tiny rocks and dirt that were clinging to his skin.
“I’m sorry, big boy. I shouldn’t have sent you crawling on the concrete for the ball.”
Johnathan nuzzled his head against my hand, telling me that he accepted my apology. I picked his ball up and asked if he watched to fetch.
“I’ll keep it on the soft grass,” I promised him.
I tossed the ball for him a few times, and each time he brought it back I rubbed his chest and stroked his cock. When I reached for my glass and discovered it was empty, I reached for the bottle … also empty.Fuck.
“One more throw and then you can suck my cock again,” I told him. “Go get the ball while I go inside and get us something else to drink.”
