“Dusty, I’d be stupid to let you go. You give me everything I want and need.”
“You do the same for me,” he admitted.
“That makes me really happy; thank you, Dusty boy. So, Ted was telling me that there is a guy he knows who performs a procedure that might make being my pup more comfortable for you.”
“More comfortable? I love everything the way it is.”
“Think for a second, Dusty. What is something that you experience as my pup that you wish was possibly easier or more comfortable?”
Dusty contemplated my question, then looked down and held up his gloved hands.
“My hands. Sometimes the backs of my knuckles get really red. We have really nice gloves, or paws, but that would be something.”
“Good, Dusty. What else?” I inquired. I was thrilled to hear him contribute to this conversation. “What else would you like to be a little more comfortable?”
“Maybe my knees. You’re right, sometimes they do end up sore.”
“I agree. Your hands and knees could use some relief. What else?” Dusty was starting to get the drift of what I meant when I asked him about comfort.
“The bottoms of my feet. I love playing around out here in the yard, but even though it’s grass, sometimes I hit a root by a tree or a sprinkler head.”
Dusty glanced down again, then looked up at me, and he had a wicked gleam in his eyes. He took hold of his canine knotty sheath and raised his eyebrows in a playful smirk. I felt my cock begin to swell at what he was insinuating.
“Maybe something like this?” he asked.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around the knot on his sheath and stared into his big brown puppy dog eyes. Fuck, I didn’t know how exactly, but I would love for Dusty to have a permanent sheath like this. Hell, just the knot. Without the sheath, Dusty’s dick was already a size that made me shiver when I thought about him taking me. But I wanted him to “attack” me and stretch me with that knot.
“Would you like to have a permanent fat dog cock in your pants, Dusty?”
“It does sound awfully dirty when you put it like that,” he teased.
“Doesn’t it, though?”
He nodded and then he picked up on the path that I was on.
“I think you would like it very much if I took you with my knot.” Dusty came off his heels so he could reach my mouth. I weaved my hand through his hair as our tongues stroked one another.
“I’m pretty sure that I would, Dusty,” I murmured against his mouth. “So, would exploring this as a possibility be something you’d be interested in?”
“Yes. I want to be your forever friend. I want to be your partner and pup,” Dusty professed.
“Then you will.” I let my tongue roam around in his mouth some more before I pulled away. I had done some initial message exchanges with Gray on the Mortality Market, and he kindly gave me his number for us to call and further discuss the modifications Dusty and I were interested in. “We’ll call the man tonight and talk to him together.”
Dusty smiled against my face as he wrapped his arms around me. I’d do anything to keep him as my forever friend and safe from me accidentally hurting him.
Excitement spread through me as Gabe gave me a bath as he did every morning. But today was even more exciting because we were going to meet with the man we had talked to last night on the phone about the procedure. Well, it was just a possibility.
Last night, Gabe did most of the talking and explained briefly to the man, Gray, what we were looking for. Gray sounded very nice, but he had told us that he needed the evening and most of today to research a few things and then he would like to meet with us this afternoon to discuss the finer details. I thought it was a good thing that Gray hadn’t said no, or that it simply wasn’t possible. Gray had asked us to email him some pictures of my body, naked. He reiterated a few times that we could block out my face in the images if we wanted. Gray had said he always kept the subject’s identity private and secure. For the time that we had talked to him over the phone, I had a good vibe about him.
After the phone call, Gabe and I had taken all of the pictures that Gray specifically asked for. We only blocked out my eyes when we sent the pictures to him. If I didn’t have family here, I probably wouldn’t have cared. But precaution was always good, just in case.
Once that task was done, Gabe and I sat together in bed, looking at images of human pups to see if there were any other ideas that would pop into our minds. I really enjoyed sitting up in bed with him. Maybe after the procedure, I’d earn the privilege to sleep on the bed with him. Right now, I slept on an incredibly soft custom-made pet bed that Gabe had specially made for my height. It was pillowy soft, and I loved it, but I would love to be in his bed with him.
“Mmm,” I moaned as Gabe stroked my shaft while he gave me my bath.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Dusty boy?”
I nodded as I felt myself getting closer to coming. Gabe liked making me come during my bath. Since I never wore my tail in the tub, Gabe would often play with me. He always pretended to be innocent and say he was just cleaning me. It also wasn’t uncommon for Gabe to strip down and get into the tub to fuck me … like now.
