“Still strutting your stuff on the Strip?” Phillip inquired.
“Yes, it’s been really busy.”
“You're getting lots of tips, I hope?” Phillip asked.
They’d both been to see me in the British Invasion show. They even waited for me after the show and took me to a room at the hotel. The sex was okay, but it had been a little awkward that night. It hadn’t been anything like when we fuck at The Pound. Sex was always off the charts when we played, except for the time at the hotel. Each time I was at The Pound, if they were here too, we ended up playing.
“Yes, the tips are great.”
“Mmm, I can’t wait to give you my tip later,” Rich commented, and I enthusiastically moved my head against his hand to show him that I wanted it.
“You up for that, boy? Want to play with us this weekend?” Phillip asked.
“Hell yeah,” I replied and glanced down. Phillip and Rich both had hard-ons. I was happy to see they wanted to play with me.
“Good boy. Go get changed and settled,” Phillip instructed.
“Phillip and I will be down in a little bit to get you.”
“Okay, I’ll be ready,” I promised. I hurried to pick up my duffle bag and stopped to listen to Rich when he called out to me again.
“Don’t let any mutts near you while you’re waiting, Dusty.”
“I won’t!”
I jogged across the lawn to the building known as the pound. I wanted to hurry and change so I could get assigned a bed and wait for Phillip and Rich. Once inside, I nodded at the man sitting behind a podium, Zack. Ultimately, he would assign a bed and cubby to me once I was changed and ready. No matter who was on podium duty, the person always wore an outfit that made them look like an animal control officer.
“Nice to see you tonight, Dusty. It’s been a while,” Zack commented.
“Yeah, it’s hard to get time off from work. I had to request this weekend off months ago,” I replied as I headed to the locker room.
“Mmm,” Zack moaned under his breath.
I turned to look at him, and then I noticed that a woman and man who were wearing Doberman masks and hoods were on their haunches in front of Zack. My dick twitched while I briefly watched Zack pet their heads as they lapped at his dick and balls. God, I loved this place.
I set my duffle bag on a bench in front of an empty locker and began to pull out my gear. This was my first weekend stay at The Pound with my new gear, and I was beyond excited. I used my tips from the British Invasion show to buy my new pup gear. I set my new mask and hood on the bench and then reached into my duffle bag and pulled out my chest harness, tail, and “paw” gloves. I set my new black leather collar with the bright blue stitching out on the bench along with the new chrome cock cage. I stood back and looked at my gear with a grin on my face. I felt like my new gear would be well received by Phillip and Rich, or anyone who wanted to play with me.
Before buying the new gear, I only had a generic black hood and mask. The prior hood was somewhat bulky and wasn’t as sleek as my new one. I also had a black tail, but nothing for my hands or feet. My knuckles would usually end up red or even split and bruised.
I quickly got undressed and put my clothes in the locker. I enclosed my cock in the chrome cock cage and then stepped into the black jockstrap with the matching blue stitching. I put my black and blue leather chest harness on and then the hood and mask. I loved how this mask and hood fit me. I hoped Phillip and Rich would like it. My new collar went on next with my metallic blue tag that had “Dusty” engraved on the front. Hopefully soon I’d have a new forever owner, and their name and contact information would go on the back. I started to put on my paw gloves but realized my tail was still on the bench. I pulled my duffle bag out of my locker and dug around in it for my travel size container of lube. When I found it, I lubed up the plug portion of the silicone and pushed it inside me. As I tossed the lube in the duffel and put the bag back in the locker, my tail wiggled. This tail felt incredible!
“Ha! This is great,” I mumbled. My last tail didn’t have the wiggle action like this one did. I’d wanted one ever since I saw some other pups wearing similar tails. Usually, the puppies that already had forever homes had the gear like this where everything matched and was well made. I had the gear now to match, but I was still very much a lost pound puppy.
I closed and locked my locker and picked up my black and blue gloves. I’d tried these on several times since I’d received them in the mail last week. While my fingertips were still exposed, there were pillowy layers of padding along the inside of the gloves. Flexing my fingers, I opened and closed my hands as I admired the soft padding inside. I leaned over and positioned my hands on the bench as if I were in my “pup at attention” pose.
“Oh, yeah, these are going to be so damn nice!” I murmured.
Now I was ready for my cubby assignment, and I walked toward Zack with a bounce in my step. Zack’s “Dobermans” had finished him off while I was getting ready. Both of them lay resting on the floor, one of them licking the other’s face. Zack turned his attention toward me and smiled as he stood.
“Love the new gear, Dusty. You’re going to make someone very happy this weekend,” he said as he reached out to rub my chest around the harness straps. “Come on, boy. Let’s go find you a cubby and bed.”
I followed Zack down the aisle and noticed there was a master in the aisleway too. The master was leaning over the two-and-a-half-foot tall chain link fence, petting the pup. The master looked in our direction and smiled at us as we approached.
“Find one you like, Robert?” Zack asked.
“I think so, yes.”
“Great. Give me one minute to put Dusty in his cubby, and I’ll help you with Corey.”
