Zack opened the waist-high fence and gestured for me to step inside. The second I walked into my cubby I went to my pet bed and rolled around on it. Being a tall male pup, I was given one of the oversized pet beds. I instantly started to nuzzle my head on the folded tan fleece blanket, effectively unfolding it. The fleece blanket smelled like it was fresh from the dryer.
On the outside of each of the pet cubbies there was an eight-by-ten-inch whiteboard attached to the fence. Zack pulled a red whiteboard marker out of his chest pocket and crouched to write on it.
“Dusty. Male, twenty-five years old.” He pulled the marker away and pulled my check-in slip from his pocket and glanced at it. “Dusty, any play restrictions?” I shook my head. “NPR,” Zack said as he wrote the letters on my board.
Each pet’s whiteboard reflected their name, gender, age, and either “NPR” for no play restrictions, or “YPR” for yes, there were play restrictions. Masters were then supposed to inquire with one of the caretakers about the pup’s restrictions. I had always been confident in knowing my limits and had never had a bad experience, but I realized that practice was in place for safety.
Before Zack closed my gate, he stepped inside and told me to lie down. I eagerly rolled onto my back and looked up at him. Zack leaned over and tugged down the waistband of my jockstrap just far enough to confirm that I was wearing a cock cage.
“Good boy. Last year as a puppy,” he said and scratched my belly before he stood.
Yeah, thank God. While I was happy that when I turned twenty-six I would be able to have my cock free in here, I was also starting to worry. I’d be twenty-six this year, and I was still without my forever home or forever master.
Zack closed my gate, and I sat up to watch him with Robert and Corey. The gate to Corey’s cubby was opened, and Zack stepped inside with Robert. I’d seen Corey a few times before, and he was a good guy. At thirty years old, Corey didn’t have to wear a cock cage while in the pound. Robert petted Corey’s head as he talked with Zack.
“Corey’s not only a submissive pup, but can be an alpha pup too,” Zack pointed out.
Alpha pups could fuck their masters. It really was a different breed, or type of guy, that could do that. Usually, alpha pups were the first to be picked from the pound. Couples seemed to love alpha pups. I was just a submissive pup.
“Yes, I could tell by his sheath that he could mean business,” Robert said.
I looked down and saw that Corey was wearing an extender that looked like an actual canine dick. I’d seen these online and here at The Pound. The base of the sheath had an opening for his dick, and the other opening was angular so the balls would go through it. That was basically what helped to keep the sheath in place. Not quite midway to the tip was a fat knot. The tip was open so he could wear it but still piss if he needed to. Of course, having an open tip meant that he would be able to come and shoot his breed cream into another pup, or his master.
“What fascinates me are his balls,” Robert said as he crouched. “I’ve never seen a set on a pup like this before.”
Yeah, those things fascinate me too.
“Corey has saline injected balls. It’s a substance injected into the testicles, and it plumps out the balls. Depending upon how much is injected, it can last for about twenty-four to forty-eight hours.”
“I see. Very intriguing.”
“Corey has no play restrictions either,” Zack added, as if he really had to try to sell the idea that Corey would make a great pet to play with for the weekend.
I went to lie on my pet bed with my regular human-sized nuts while Robert stroked and fondled Corey’s nuts.
“Yes, I’d love to take Corey with me,” Robert said.
As he stood, Corey nuzzled his face against Robert’s thigh and brushed his nose against Robert’s crotch.Of course.Zack attached a leash to Corey’s collar, and the three exited the cubby. I watched the three slowly walk down the aisle toward the lobby and “guard” podium. I couldn’t prevent myself from watching Corey’s medically-enhanced balls sway as he crawled. Granted, they were temporary, but damn.
Pups were expected to crawl out of the pound, but once outside we were permitted to walk upright unless our master instructed that we crawl. Crawling was what killed my hands, so I was really grateful for my new gloves.
While I waited on my pet bed for Phillip and Rich, my mind wandered to Corey. What would that sheath feel like sliding into me? Fuck, and what would that knot feel like? What would a huge set of nuts feel like banging against human-sized nuts? Depending upon Robert’s kinks, he might find out exactly what all of that felt like.
Each time I heard the door to the pound open, my pulse began to race, and I’d scurry to the gate. Would it be Phillip and Rich this time?
From my cubby I watched as Zack’s two “Dobermans” humped next to his podium. My balls ached, and I badly needed to get off. The door to the pound opened, and I prayed that it would be Phillip and Rich. Three other people had since come in after Robert left with Corey.
“Evening, gentlemen,” Zack greeted whoever had just come in.
He said gentlemen. That sounded like more than one. I hurried to the fence, and when I saw Phillip and Rich, I got up on my knees and proudly put my new paw gloves on top of my gate.
“Do you have anything in particular in mind tonight?” Zack asked as the three of them strolled down the aisle.
“Dusty!” Phillip called out excitedly as he walked ahead of Zack and Rich.
I made sure to move my hips a little bit so my new tail would wag. I whimpered until Phillip reached over the gate and rubbed on my back.
“Wow, look at your new gear, Dusty. Aren’t you a sexy little pup?” Rich commented as he approached. Rich reached over the gate and patted my ass. “Hot little tail, Dusty.”
