Chapter 15
Lars
Two weeks after we got the trainer’s number from Adrian, I finally get around to calling Vale. I was waiting for Jonah to be ready to put on all the gear, but it’s taking longer than I expected. It didn’t surprise me that he wanted a few days to let the whole thing sink in after we talked, and I appreciated the time to be able to do more research online and wrap my head around everything. But now, I’m not sure what the hold up is.
Don’t get me wrong, the power fantasy we’ve been playing with has been fantastic, but I’m more than ready to take the next step and see what it will be like for Jonah to have some puppy time.
I don’t want to push him, but I find myself sneaking into the second bedroom to look at the hood and other items, imagining what they’ll look like on Jonah. And I suspect he’s been doing the same.
“Vale Garrett,” a deep, rich voice answers the phone.
“Hi, this is Lars Williams. I got your number from Adrian…um, I don’t know his last name. He works at Kink Closet?”
“I know Adrian,” he confirms, his voice going a bit soft around the edges. “What can I do for you?”
“Well, he said you do training for puppies and their masters?”
“I do,” he confirms.
“Great. See, my boyfriend told me recently that he’s into this. It’s new to both of us, and I want to make sure we do it right…that I do it right,” I confess.
“I take it you’re the handler?”
“Yes,” I confirm. “We’ve been together ten years, and we’ve played a little with power exchange in the past, but not much. It’s been two weeks since I found out about the puppy stuff, and we’ve been experimenting more with it, but I know I have a lot to learn still so I can be a good master to him.”
“I can hear in your voice how much you care about him; that’s a great place to start from.”
“So, how does this work?”
“Let me look at my schedule and we can book you a session to come in and get the feel for things. I’ll send you a questionnaire to get an idea of both your preferences and experience. With new clients, especially new to the lifestyle, I like to have a sit down at the first session to answer questions and get comfortable with each other. Then, your pup would get changed and we get to have some fun with training. Some couples only come in once to learn some basics, others come in multiple times until they’re confident—it really depends on your comfort level.”
“That sounds good,” I agree. “The only thing is, Jonah hasn’t exactly been comfortable putting on his pup gear yet.”
“Tell me more about that,” Vale prompts.
“Well, I know he put on the hood because that’s how I found out about all of this. But, once we talked about things, we went to Kink Closet to buy everything else he needed, and he just put it away when we got home and hasn’t brought it up since. I didn’t want to rush him if he’s not ready.”
“Since I haven’t gotten to know either of you yet, I can’t say for sure but wanting to be your puppy is a submissive act. Chances are, he’s waiting for you to tell him it’s time.”
“Oh.” Of course, that makes so much sense. How could I not have seen it? “I can’t believe I’m fucking up as his master already.”
“You’re inexperienced, and that’s okay. That’s what I’m here for. The number one thing to remember is that your pup is looking to you to know what to do. Even when he’s not in pup mode, I’d venture to guess he’s a fairly submissive partner?”
“Yes. We already talked about him wanting me to take more control of things in our daily lives, and I’ve done just that. I didn’t realize it extended to telling him when to be a puppy.”
“It doesn’t for everyone, but if he’s unsure about how you feel about things, I’m sure he needs the reassurance. Let him know you want this.”
“Thank you, that’s good advice.”
Vale chuckles. “I’d hope so after twenty years training couples and singles getting into the lifestyle. Now, let’s get your first session scheduled, shall we?”
We agree on the following Monday, since it’s the next day Jonah has off, and two doctors are scheduled, which means I’ll get to leave after surgeries. As soon as I hang up the phone, I have a new sense of control and determination. Getting everything out of the guest bedroom closet, I take it to our bedroom and lay it all out on the bed before calling for Jonah to come in from the living room.
“Wha-” he starts to ask, cutting himself off when his eyes land on the bed. “What’s all this?” He fidgets, biting his lip as he looks down at all the gear.
“I want you to be a puppy.” Is that the right way to say it? Play puppy? Do puppy stuff? I’ll have to ask Vale when we go in for our session.
Jonah’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, his eyes betraying his nerves.
“Are you sure?”
“JJ,” I reach for his hand and wait for him to look at me before continuing. “I want this. It’s not going to be scary,” I promise.
He gives a resolute nod and reaches for the red jockstrap with white bones covering the front. Using his teeth to yank the tag off, I wince.
“Don’t do that; you’re going to break a tooth.”
He raises an eyebrow at me and gives a playful growl, baring his teeth at me. I chuckle and shake my head.
“How did I not see this puppy stuff sooner?” I tease.
“I’ve been asking myself that same question for weeks,” he sighs.
I take the underwear out of his hand and bump his chin so he stops looking at his feet and meets my eyes.
“Maybe we weren’t ready to see it before, but we’re ready now,” I tell him confidently. “Now, strip. Puppies don’t wear clothes.”
He grabs his shirt by the back of the collar and tugs it over his head, tossing it in the direction of the laundry hamper but letting it fall on the floor. His pants are next, followed by his boxers until he’s standing bare, his nerves obvious by the fact that his cock isn’t anywhere close to hard, which is a rarity when he’s naked.
Uncertainty dances in his eyes as his gaze flits over each item on the bed, trying to decide where he’s supposed to start. I’m not sure I totally understand all this Master business yet, but Vale’s words are still bouncing around my mind. And I’ve been an expert in Jonah’s needs since we could walk. I know how to handle this in the way he needs, and hopefully, once we get our bearings with everything else, it won’t be so different from what he’s always needed from me.
Dropping to my knees in front of him with his jockstrap still in my hand, I tap his left foot. With a relieved smile, he lifts the foot, and I slip the underwear on that side and then tap the other. We repeat the process, and then I drag them up his legs and into place. By the time I have it snug in place, his cock is starting to fill out the front a little more as his nervousness lessens. Next, I reach for the kneepads on the bed and put them on using the same method, first one leg, then the other.
Getting back on my feet, I assess the items on the bed, choosing the tail next. I agree with Jonah that a fluffy tail would be better, but the plain black one we chose two weeks ago should do the trick in the meantime. Maybe after we play, we can go online and find a tail he likes better.
“Get on your hands and knees for me.”
When he obeys, I stop and stare for a few seconds, my cock thickening against my thigh at the sight of him on all fours for me, the jockstrap framing his hot as fuck bubble butt perfectly. Once I manage to tear my gaze away, I grab the lube off the top of the nightstand and drop back to my knees behind him.
I grab a handful of his ass in one hand, parting his cheeks to gaze down at his hole, pink and still slightly puffy from this morning’s fuck.
“Are you too sore from this morning?”
“No, I’m fine,” he answers breathlessly, lowering himself onto his elbows so his ass is high in the air while his face rests near the floor.
Squirting some lube onto my fingers, I hold it a second to let it warm up before circling his hole, smearing it around, and then pushing two inside at once.
“Ungh,” he groans, clamping around my fingers for a moment before relaxing and pushing back onto them.
I don’t take much time stretching him since I was inside him only a few hours ago, focusing more on making sure his anxiety is ebbing and his channel is nice and slick with lube before reaching for the tail. I pull my fingers out so I can grab the lube again as well, squirting some onto the tip of the plug and then placing it at his entrance. He gives a little grunt that turns into a moan as I ease it inside.
“How does it look?” he asks, whipping his head around once it’s in place.
“It looks good. Try to wag it,” I suggest.
He squirms around awkwardly, trying to find the right motion to make the tail wag, before finally getting it right and moaning again.
“Oh, wow.”
“Feels good?” I guess.
“Yeah,” he agrees in a strained voice. “Really good.”
“This should be fun, then.” I place a chaste kiss on his right butt cheek before standing up again.
I wipe the excess lube onto the bed sheets since they need to be changed anyway after our morning fun, and then I eye the hood and the collar, trying to decide which to do next. Jonah waits patiently on the floor, his head hanging down as he takes slow, deep breaths, obviously working to keep himself from overthinking and panicking.
Deciding on leaving the hood for last, I grab the leather collar, dragging my fingers along the smooth, rich texture of it, happy to note that this shouldn’t cause any irritation to Jonah’s skin while he wears it. There’s no tag on it yet, and I find myself eager to have one made special for him. After all the reading I’ve been doing, I know there’s significance to having a tag or a lock on a collar, and I can’t wait mark him as mine in every way, so all the other pups and handlers will know.
Jonah gives an impatient little whine, and I smile. He really does seem to be natural at this.
“Sorry, pup. I didn’t mean to make you wait,” I apologize, bending over him to fit the collar around his neck, feeling him shiver with pleasure, a moan vibrating from his throat as I fasten it. I check with my fingers to make sure it isn’t too tight, and then I pick up the final item on the bed.
Jonah watches me with anxious eyes as I examine the hood in my hands. Of all the accoutrements, this is the one I’m most leery of. It’s what made me instantly think weird when I saw the puppies at the parade. A collar and jockstrap aren’t so different from what guys might wear to the club on a Saturday night. The tail is certainly a step further, but it’s inherently sexual, which makes it more understandable and honestly, hot. But the hood…
Jonah gives another little whine, this one clearly nervous rather than impatient. I’m sure he can see the uncertainty on my face, and that’s not something he’s ever done well with, let alone when he’s in such a vulnerable position.
“It’s okay; you don’t have to worry,” I assure him, making my tone as calming as possible. “Let’s get this hood on and see how the whole thing looks.”
I walk around so I’m directly in front of him, and I drop to my knees again. Jonah licks his lips anxiously, his breathing speeding up again. I want to pull him into my lap and soothe him, but I know the best way to dispel his fear is to just take this step and show him the world won’t end. Maybe I need this reassurance a little too.
“I love you,” I tell him before slipping the hood over his head.
Fastening it into place, my heart beats a tattoo against my ribs. Once it’s on, I sit back on my heels and look at him. His face is mostly obscured by the puppy shaped hood, but I can see his eyes clearly, and the fear there feels like a knife twisting in my gut.
“You are such a pretty pup,” I whisper, putting my hand under his snout and tilting it up. My heart flutters at how strangely right it feels. Bending forward, I press my lips to the top of his muzzle. “Such a pretty pup,” I repeat, peppering a flurry of kisses all over his nose.
Jonah lets out a little whimper. Wait, is he still Jonah when he’s a pup? I read that he should have a pup name to help him get fully into puppy space. We’ll have to talk about it later, what he wants his pup name to be.
When I pull back from kissing him, the fear in his eyes is gone, replaced by a very Jonah sparkle that warms my heart.
“How do you feel?” I ask, and his eyes shine even brighter, a hint of mischief creeping into them. He lets out a little yip and laughter rumbles from my chest. “Do you want your toys? That could be fun, right?”
He yips again, and I decide to take that as a yes, so I kneel up to reach over him and grab his stuffed bone from the bed. Holding it up in front of him, he gives me a skeptical look, like he’s not really sure what he’s supposed to do with it. It’s clear he’s still too much Jonah in his head and not enough puppy.
“Maybe we’re not quite ready for playtime yet,” I conclude, and Jonah cocks his head. “Maybe cuddle time would be good?”
He cocks his head in the other direction now, doing an excellent impression of a puppy trying to understand what’s being said, and then does that little wiggle again that makes his tail wag. This time, I’m able to see his eyes roll a little with the pleasure of the plug as it brushes his prostate. The tail is definitely going to be something we can have fun with.
“Come on, let’s go to the couch, and we’ll cuddle.” I stand, patting my thigh like I would with a real dog, and he follows behind on his hands and knees.
I try not to laugh at the awkward way my large boyfriend clambers along behind me. But, he’s entirely too funny trying to get used to walking not only on all fours, but with the hand and knee pads on. Add to that the tail brushing his prostate every few steps, making him moan and shiver...yeah, it’s a sight to see.
By the time we reach the couch, he’s breathing hard for an entirely different reason than before. I plop down and pat the cushion beside me, noticing his huge erection, barely contained in his jockstrap.
It takes a little maneuvering, but he manages to get himself curled up on the couch beside me, his head resting on my thigh. I place my hand on his bare back, and he arches into my touch.
“Good boy,” I praise, stroking slowly down his back. The motion is oddly soothing, and Jonah seems to agree, because before long his breathing is slow and even. I look down and see his eyes are still open, so he’s not sleeping, but there’s a faraway haze glazing him over that makes me think he’s in that calm, floaty place he’s talked about before. Is that the same as puppy space? Most of the blogs I read were pretty vague about that.
My eyes continue downward, and I see that, in spite of his relaxed state, his cock is as hard as ever. We didn’t talk about how sexual we want this role play to be, so I don’t make any move to do anything more than pet him for now, even though I’m sure he can feel my own arousal as well.
We sit just like that, enjoying being near each other, letting this new aspect of our relationship sink in for at least an hour. When Jonah’s stomach growls, I stop petting him.
“Do you want to eat like this or take the pup stuff off and scrounge up dinner together?”
He lets out a little huff that can only be interpreted as annoyance and picks his head up off my lap.
“Don’t worry, pup, we’ll have plenty of chances to play. Come on.” I stand up and pat my leg again to get him to follow me.
Taking his things off is almost as much of a transformation as putting it on was. One item at a time is removed with care, until Jonah is blinking at me in a slow, almost sleepy way like he’s coming out of a dream.
“That was…” He shakes his head, seeming to be at a loss for words. I set his hood down on the bed and reach my hand out to help him stand.
“I loved it,” I admit, and his uncertain expression turns to a smile.
“Me too.”