“Are you kidding? I’m dying to get off the phone with you so I can get the link and look.”
“Enjoy your perusing, and chat with Dusty. I’ll talk to you later,” Ted said before ending our call.
I kept my phone in my left hand while I managed to pull the leg and mesh band of my swim trunks to the side. With my hard shaft free of the confinement of the swim trunks, my right hand stroked myself while I watched Dusty. He had stopped his torpedo swim moves to rub his eye.
“Did you get water in your eyes, Dusty boy?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“Come over and use a towel to pat your eye. Rubbing at it with a wet hand won’t help.”
Now he was being cute, and he knew it. He doggy paddled over to where I sat on the lounger. Since most of his body was under the water still, he looked like a regular, sexy young man that you’d find anywhere. But then he stood up to lean across the deck to reach for a towel, revealing that he was far more than an everyday sexy guy. As water fell from his body, his black and blue silicone tail and large canine cock sheath became front and center for my eyes.
“God, you’re something, Dusty boy,” I commented as he dried his face off. “Do you like swimming around, making me hard?”
“I do.” Dusty twisted his hips to accentuate his long, sheathed cock swaying while a cheesy grin spread across his face. “And I think you like me doing things to make you hard,” he replied.
He flashed me his playful smile and purposely turned so I could get a full-frontal view of him rather than the side view. When Dusty wore the pup gear, I thought he was the most amazing looking young man who drove my fantasies wild. But without the pup gear, Dusty was a handsome man who would probably be able to attract anyone he wanted. Only, he wanted what I wanted: a loving dynamic based heavily, if not fully, on the master and pet dynamic.
“Come here, Dusty boy. Put that hot mouth on my cock.”
Dusty lowered his body in the water and dog paddled over to my lounge chair. I moved my legs off the lounger to make room for him. He laid on his stomach, propping himself up with his elbows, and then lowered his mouth on my aching cock. Dusty usually wore his hood and mask when he went down on me, but for the times he didn’t, I always took full advantage of running my hand through his hair or pulling on it. His mouth felt so damn good. I gazed down his back, and my eye gravitated quickly to his blue and black tail. That thing was so fucking cute curled upward from his sexy bubble butt.
“Go at an easy pace, Dusty boy. I don’t want to come just yet.”
While Dusty worked on my cock, I checked out the tamer link that Ted had sent to me. It was full of masters with their pets in full pup gear. One man posed with his human Doberman. The Doberman had a skintight outfit that looked just like the breed. It was all black and the belly and chest area had a touch of brown on it. His hood and mask were exquisite. There were a few pictures of the outfit close up, and I could tell it was made of short velvet. The owner could get the sensation of the short-haired breed when he touched it. There were lots of pictures of human pets with full body outfits to mimic their breed.
Speaking of breeding … there was an entire section that had images of human pets breeding another human pet while their owners looked on. There was one man who wore a bulldog mask and hood that was breeding a small-framed woman. It showed a few different angles of the same picture, and this bulldog had a canine cock sheath, just like Dusty had. The bulldog also had saline-injected balls that somehow seemed to fit perfectly with the imposing look of the bulldog.
As I continued to look at pictures, my mind ran wild with ideas for Dusty. Would it be possible for a canine sheath to be permanent? Initially, I was thinking about all of this from the point of wanting something to help prevent the wear and tear on his knees. But now my mind was going a little crazy, and it didn’t help any that Dusty’s mouth was making me feel so fucking good.
“Do you like your canine sheath, Dusty boy?”
Dusty pulled his mouth off of me, making a faint popping noise. He looked up at me and grinned wickedly.
“I do. It makes me feel dirty, and I like the way you look at me when I’m wearing it. I like that it makes your cock hard with pre-cum seeping from it.”
I nudged his head back down toward my cock as I scrolled through more pictures. I paid close attention to their hands and feet—or paws. Most of them had some variation of gloves like Dusty had. While I knew the gloves were top of the line for comfort and durability, there were still times when he pulled them off and his knuckles were red or his skin was irritated.
Many human pups in the photos wore black boots, and a few were barefoot, but I saw a couple that had what appeared to be a leather type of strap that covered the balls of their feet. It didn’t look like it really offered much support or protection, but I supposed if they were out at some event the leather strap was better than nothing. Though, if I took Dusty to something other than to The Pound to play, I think I’d have him in the black boots too.
I then looked at the pups’ knees as Dusty kept sucking and licking my dick. Again, it was a matter of some wearing knee pads over their kneecaps, and some not having anything. There were even some pups that had a secondary pad that went behind the knees so when they knelt, there was additional padding where the back of the thighs would rest on the back of the calf muscles.
The knees, hands, and feet were my primary concern for Dusty. Anything else would be a bonus. Mmm, maybe the canine cock sheath would be a must as well. I could feel the orgasm building quickly. I had been too turned on and really couldn’t hold on to it any longer. I held Dusty’s head as I moved my hips back and forth, humping his mouth. When I couldn't hold it any longer, I pressed my head against the lounger and pushed my groin deeper into Dusty’s warm mouth.
“Mmm, fuck!” I groaned while he licked and sucked in between swallowing my cum. Dusty’s mouth was pure heaven. I lovingly stroked the side of his face as he gently nursed me down.
Watching him made me think of breeding. This led to me picturing him “attacking” me to breed me. Within seconds, this visual made me fill his mouth again.
“Fuck,” I murmured as I shot more cum into his hot mouth.
In the master and human pet world, one of the sexiest words that could instantly turn someone hard or wet was some variation of breeding. Either to breed your own human pet, or watch them hump another human pet, or even to be bred by them. It was simply a word that invoked all sorts of dirty and taboo play. Even though it was nothing more than fucking, that word did something wild to my mind.
When Dusty had sucked me dry, he moved up further on the lounger and nestled his head on my stomach. He needed some love and scratches. I leaned toward the deck and made sure before I tossed my phone that it would land safely on the pile of towels. With the phone safe, I was able to give Dusty some much deserved attention with both of my hands.
“I love you, Dusty boy.”
“I love you too,” he replied.
