Sunday, January 30, 2011

A night at Gear-Bristol - and a public fucking

It's been quite a while since the dog got to go to the excellent club Gear-Bristol - so i've been looking forward to this for ages.

Sir sent my instructions via Recon:
"Arrive in your one-piece rubber dog-suit, with the red sheath. I also want you to wear your plug at night for a few days to train your hole for your tail - and Your Master's meat. Bring your wresting suit too, in case you need to sleep-over"
Wearing my glass plug each night gave me pause to think of my Master and to remember that i am His pup all ways and always - it made me feel very obedient, and stirred my inner-pup very strongly. Doing so just before bed encouraged some very interesting puppy dreams - and made my hole both nicely relaxed and very hungry by the end of the week...

When Friday finally came i spent the afternoon carefully glossing my rubber with silicone lube - allowing its hypnotic glint to entrance my mind into an almost zen-like state; i then cleaned and prepared myself, showered and finally massaged more of the silicone lube into my skin - each act slow and deliberate - allowing myself to be absorbed in the process of preparing my body for the transformation... finally i eased into my tight rubber skin: the glossy ripple of rubber easily sliding over my lubed skin to slowly engulf my warm body in it's cool erotic embrace. i stood before the mirror and took a moment to appreciate my new self: the way the almost seamless rubber encircles and encases my body, tightens its grip around my muscles, exposes and reveals every line and curve...

It seemed almost sacrilege to cover myself up - but i slipped into my red 'service-dog'  boiler-suit, packed my pup-bag into the car and headed down to Bristol...

-o-o-o-

Sir's partner was just back from a week away at work - so whilst They caught up and had a quick supper, i quietly sat on the floor in the lounge and watched a kinkily interesting 'Borg' episode of Star Trek on their lovely new big TV...  Once they had eaten i then got to sit between Handler's legs and idly play with His socked feet, whilst i sympathised with His man over a difficult decision over whether he should accept a possible new job... It was another of those wonderfully perverse 'normal' things in being both pup and friend, and an honour to be considered a normal part of their household :)

But the time came to head off for the club - and so Master had the pup shed the last pieces of its humanity: helping it to put on its pads and gloves, encasing its head in its rubber hood, and finally easing in its tail; each step making it more of the pup - less of the man - more purely and simply His 'bootbrush'.

The transformation complete, Master kissed His man good night and called the dog to 'heel!' - and so with a happy bark to Master's man it trotted out into the drive and jumped up into its place in the back of the car - excitedly staring forward through the dog-grill as we drove down into the city and on to the club.

-o-o-o-

The car park near Gear is just down the road from the club entrance - so Master had the pup trot along beside Him through the street; it was a frosty night with a beautiful full moon - we must have looked quite a sight to the cars driving past, what with Master in His fur-lined leather jacket and crotch-high Wescos and His dog glossy black and proudly muzzled on all fours at His side...! 

The guys on the door at the club were certainly very happy to see the pup - Handler said hello to Paul and a few other friends whilst the pup wagged its tail and got friendly pats of welcome. But the dog admits that it was a little distracted: it knew that Max was due to be there too, and so it was keeping a keen eye out to see if it could see him... :)  

We went through into the main room - the club was busy and filled with men in their warmest leather; a few brave guys had also turned up in kilts to celebrate the Burn's night theme. The pup had fun snuffling around for a little while amongst all those boots and leather jeans, but then it saw Max being walked in on his lead - and so it barked and trotted over to say hello.

i have not had much opportunity to play in public with other pups (the last time was when Handler took Lucky and i to the club last year) - and so it was great fun to be able to sniff muzzles (and butts) and play ball for a little while together - whilst our Handlers and the other guys looked on and laughed at our antics!

It was good fun to play with Max, but the pup obediently trotted back to its Handler when He whistled, and quietly sat and took His piss like a good dog - but then we got told off by one of the other members for playing in the 'social space', and so Handler put on the dog's lead and headed on deeper into the club...

-o-o-o-

Gear has a great set-up - it's ranged across several large arched basement rooms: with a social 'bar' space, a dance floor, a cinema and dark room, a bondage space, and an upstairs outdoor courtyard. Handler headed for the bondage space first - so that He could finish His piss, and then let the dog work its muzzle onto His cock; we ended up in one corner beside the scaffolding sling frame: the dog backed up against the cold steel with its arms spread along the bars - Master up on His booted toes and holding onto the bar above His head as He rocked deeper and deeper into the dog's growling throat. The dog was too happy and busy to see clearly - but it was aware that we gathered a crowd of men, standing and watching from all sides; it was proud to know that they watched and admired my Master and the service His dog was giving Him.

Master then went to get Himself another drink - and the pup quietly sat and watched the men come and go; everyone was polite, and no-one came to hassle a dog so clearly and happily owned - so i got to enjoy the sight of so many sexy men in all of their different gear (not to mention greedily eyeing up so many beautiful boots on display!). 

When Master came back, He took us on through the club and up into the courtyard - to once more piss into the pup's waiting muzzle, and then to stand back and empty the rest of His bladder over its waiting body - His piss steaming in the cold night, dripping from the dog's muzzle, running in warm rivulets across its back, seeping down inside its rubber to pool around its sheathed cock and balls... 

Kneeling there, piss-drenched in the cold - the moon was so beautifully bright and clear that the dog could not help but tip its pagan muzzle and give a long clear howl of happiness to Her! (which made Master laugh - and then encourage the pup to do it again for the guys who came up into the courtyard to see what the noise was about :D ). But soon, the warmth of Master's piss cooled and He took pity on the dog's shivering - so He had it cock a leg and piss itself, then led it back down into the dark and warmth of the club.

-o-o-o-

We wandered the club for a while, but soon came back to the play area - Master let the dog lick and nuzzle at His balls and cock for a long time, enjoying how that makes the pup get so incredibly randy and utterly pup-like: the more it licks, the more puppish it becomes - the more puppish it becomes, the more naturally it needs to lick...  Likewise, the pup enjoyed grooming and nuzzling its Master - knowing that such attention makes its Man eager and hungry to take His pleasure from His pup...

Finally, Master spotted the fuck-bench - and led the pup over; He had it jump up and settle its belly down onto the padded leather - head down, legs up on the knee-supports, and tail raised high and open to Him. Hooded and muzzled, it stared into the mirror before the bench - twitching its deep muscles to make its tail wag and bob in invitation - watching its Master in the reflection as He prepared Himself. Behind Him it could see the men once more starting to gather - eager to see the Man fuck His dog's eager hole.

Master pressed one gauntletted hand into the small of the dog's back - gently pushing it down into the padding of the bench - it could feel His booted legs against the inside of its thighs as He leant forward over its glossy back - His eyes found the dog's through the holes in the hood, and it felt His other hand grasp and then gently pull on its tail; quietly He gave the command:  "Give!

Gently He Eased the dog's plug out - then gently lubed it's opened hole - all the while not taking His eyes from its own: letting it feel the power and control that it needs - letting it soak in the knowledge that He is in command and that it must only relax and give Him what it must.

He manoeuvres behind the dog - stands with its legs between His - it feels Him hard and slick against its hole, so hungry and open after days of training with the plug. It breathes deep and slow - consciously relaxes and opens itself to Him - curls its back up to meet Him as He slowly drives inside its body in one long slow slide - inch by widening inch. When it feels that He is fully in, the dog can not help but let out a long growling whine - part pain, part hunger, part satisfaction.

Slowly Master slides back out - trembles on the edge of withdrawing, then slides slowly back in again - carefully opening His dog's hole with His long slow thrusts. The dog rides the waves - clings to the bench with its padded paws - curves its back and starts to pant. It stares ahead into the mirror - sees its own doggy muzzle and glistening rubber skin - sees its Master rearing over its prone and transformed body - sees His own body empowered by the masculinity of the leather, His legs encased in boot leather and His hands strong and commanding in the gauntlets. But it is focused only on His eyes as they burn hot under the brim of His muir: staring deep and spearing into its soul, just as His meat thrusts deep into its body. It gives itself to His stare as it gives itself to His cock: opens itself to His Mastery and His Manhood - surrenders inside and outside and lets Him transform them both in this act of submission and Control.

Deeper, harder - feeling Him move His legs to frame its own - feeling Him push so deep inside that it hurts; wanting the pain of being full with Him - needing to have Him even deeper; hearing itself whining loudly - barking and grunting with each thrust. Feeling itself pushing back against Him - lost in the moment and unleashed to the pure animal need inside. Fucked by its Master - more open than it has ever been - purely and only His now, truly and only His dog - His fuck-pup. Oblivious to the men who still stand and watch - enjoying the spectacle...

It feels Him push as deep as He can - then hold Himself there braced - knows and feels the pleasure coursing through Him at this moment of climax. It holds its body still, even whilst it struggles to clench and twitch the muscles deep inside it: massaging every shred of pleasure from Him as it feels His legs tremble and hears His growled grunts of release. It howls and pants its own pleasure in giving Him the pleasure and release that He needs. 

Finished, spent - Master finally releases His dog - climbs up onto the bench himself to let it lay its head into His lap - pulls off both jacket and muir, runs a hand through sweat damp hair - laughs as His dog gives a contented 'wuuf!!' at the heady smell of His chest and pits. He idly strokes its head as they take a few moments to relax and get their breath back. The dog is vaguely aware of the men slowly drifting away - leaving the dog and its Man to their private moment of tenderness after the intensity and passion.

-o-o-o-

We stayed for a while longer - but all too soon they started to tidy the club around us, and so Master had the pup hop back down onto all fours and trot back to the bar; we said our goodbyes to Paul, and then it was back into the cold street - with the tired little pup trotting along to the car a lot slower than when we arrived...!

Back to Master's home, and the pup finally was released from its hood and allowed to come back to a part of its humanity; it was well after 1am and Master's partner was long in bed, so we quietly sat in the kitchen and had a delicious late supper of sweet tea and hot English muffins dripping in butter - and chatted about possible dates for our planned trip to Amsterdam in April. It was gentle and quiet - and an utterly perfect way to come down.

It was the most amazing evening - but when both Man and hound found themselves yawning we knew it was time for the pup to be heading home again - and so it was the sad little ritual of unlocking its collar and kissing its suddenly empty neck - then walking it out to the car and saying goodbye, before it headed off down a now empty motorway, back home to its own Man (also, long in bed...!)

-o-o-o-

My full and genuine thanks to everyone at Gear for a wonderful evening - and to Max for a fun romp. 

My thanks also to both our partners - my Geoff for letting Master walk me, and Master's Geoff for accepting this pup so readily: it is an honour to be part of such a rare extended family of friends.


But most of all - and always - my thanks to my Master for making me His dog. 
Your dog loves YOU Sir: always and all ways - balls to bone.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Coming out - then and now...

I have just been interviewed for a student documentary film on coming out - it was incredibly heartening to hear how much easier coming out can be for this generation than it was for mine - how their families and friends simply accepted that being gay is 'normal', and cared only that they would find love and be happy.

It was different for my generation. When I was born, being gay had only just been decriminalised - and coming out was to accept a shameful and shocking secret. Homosexuality was still even considered an illness by some psychiatrists. There were few gay role models - and those that did exist were asexual, camp or filled with self-pity.

Worse - it was the start of the AIDs crisis in the 80's, and AIDS was seen as both the 'gay disease' and a punishment from God.

In that background, coming out was an extremely traumatic experience: you genuinely faced ridicule and abuse, or being disowned by your family. When i did finally come out, my Mum cried and my Father refused to accept it, angrily saying: "no son of mine is a woofter!" - When i finally met my partner, he was not even allowed into the house - and my Father refused to visit us at our flat if he was home...

i don't blame him - it's just that he had no point of reference: he did not know any gay people, and in the absence of positive models, was left fearing what he did not understand. It took a while, but he was finally won over when he realised that i was not going to turn into some kind of freak or monster - and that i was basically the same person as i had always been - just now a lot happier... (he later made the biggest compliment i could imagine: when he compared my 20 year relationship to his own marriage - ironically aware that of all my 'normal' siblings, our was the only one that had lasted and was still as deeply loving and committed as it had ever been).

i'm not complaining about the past - but you know, my Father grew up - and amazingly, society did too!

Through my life i have seen first hand the fight for gay people to be treated as equals - i've seen us move from a shameful sub-culture to an accepted part of a richly diverse culture - i've seen gay identity move from the stereotypes of 'Larry Gayson' to the 1st televised gay kiss on 'Eastenders' - to where even everyday adverts contain gay couples alongside their straight peers.

Hell, i've even seen us become so 'normal' that our legal right to partnership has become enshrined in UK and European law - and the right for anyone to expect equal access to goods and services regardless of gender, race *or* sexuality defended through the courts! (regardless that the Daily Mail may think it heralds the End of Days...!)

And talking to those students this morning - it was clear that all that hard work was worth it: the visibility that we fought for and struggled with has 'normalised' being gay to the point where being gay is just not seen as any kind of 'big deal' - any more than being a woman, or black, or a vegetarian would be (at least here in the UK, and for this rising generation). And it means they just get on with their lives - and their loves. And to me, that is just wonderful!


The next generation has come a long way, baby - and do you know - it gives me real hope for all of our futures!

Monday, January 24, 2011

Wow - thanks guys!

Wow - just been checking through my weekly stats report for last week, which shows:

1,500 pageloads
and 666 unique visitors

That's the most visitors the blog has had in one week - and a wonderful surprise to both me and my Handler. i hope that you all enjoyed what you read here - and that you will come back again soon (as 144 of you already did last week...!)

Thursday, January 20, 2011

#iloveyoubecause

Geoff - #I love You because:
  • you are the one truly stable thing in my life: you have shared everything with me - and still keep giving... 
  • you found me crying, and said you loved me - and that little validation was all that stopped me ending the pain forever...
  • you helped me to find myself - and forgive myself... Because your love gave me courage to love myself again;
  • you taught me that life is Sacred *and* Profane - that we are angels and demons in one flesh...
  • of your easy smile, your grumpy morning moods, your tolerance of my idiocy and introspection...
  • because *no one* cooks a toad-in-the-hole like you do!! ;)


Sir! - #I love You because:
  • You helped release the dog inside me - and inspire me to be the man i can be;
  • You have taught Your dog to be Proud of what it is - and to love its own perversity!
  • You have taught me that play means *PLAY* - easy, lighthearted, fun - and that it is more meaningful because of that lightness of touch...
  • You collared me and made me YOURS.
  • Because even when You are at Your most dominant, You still show great tenderness and care;
  • You make me laugh - and cry - and beg - and howl;
  • You tell me that i am Your friend and lover, confidant and companion - that i am Your boy & pup, but always Your equal;
  • You have helped me find the true meaning of submission - and the joy of surrender;
  • You genuinely value the true gift of Your dog's service - and make the dog value itself in return;
  • You let me cling to Your leg - whilst You indulgently tickle my ears and ruffle my hair
  • You hand feed the pup such lovely treats
  • You are a *Leather GOD* - and the sight of You in gear makes the dog *need* to sink to the floor in worship
  • You fuck me like no Man has ever done before - and then hold me safe in Your protecting arms until i fall asleep.
I love you *both* because you both make it so easy to love You!!

(inspired by the Twitter trend: #iloveyoubecause )

Monday, January 17, 2011

Careful what you say...

Oh dear - one of the dog's tweets got quoted in a Guardian article on the #savelibraries campaign - together with a link to it's profile on twitter.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/jan/17/twitter-support-libraries-worldwide

i sincerely believe in free speech and have always been fairly open about my sexuality (whilst also respecting the feelings of others) - but i do wonder how many people will be surprised if they follow the link to this blog...!?

So: if you have made your way here out of idle curiosity (and ignored the warning page about adult content!) - please be aware that this is a gay blog written by a pervert and sexual deviant - one who is very happy being who he is, and who also likes to share his pup-play experiences in fairly graphic detail with 200+ regular readers (all of whom are over 18, and who seem to enjoy what they read so much that they keep coming back).

Please try not to be too shocked or surprised by what you might read or see in some of the posts here - or to ruin their collective fun by trying to get this blog banned for obscenity. Remember there is always the close box to the top left if it all gets too much...

I also suggest that this may not be quite the sort of material one should be reading in public - and certainly not in a Library...! ;)

respectfully
bootbrush

Preparing for Gear on Friday

Handler is taking His pup to Gear on Friday evening. It's been over a year since the pup last got to go there, and it can't wait to trot through the streets and into the club at His heels - tail wagging to see all the friends it has not seen in so long.

Handler has told the pup to practice with its hole this week - and to wear its butt plug as often as it can so that its hole will be ready to take it's tail easily. It has slept with its glass plug in a few times - and wore one this morning to work-out too - held in by a nice pair of well-lubed pouch-fronted rubber shorts.

It was very distracting, but it also felt strangely comforting to have something marking my Man's place for Him. My hole feels a little empty without it now - just as i feel a little empty without Him...

Friday, January 14, 2011

A published pup....?

i can't say how *PROUD* and happy i am to have received so many positive messages after my last set of postings.

Thank you!

Knowing that others are reading this pup's words doubles the pleasure it receives in recounting its devotion to its Man :)



It's embarrassing, but those last posts have also refreshed the call from several people that the pup should get published - a couple have even suggested that its "Diary of a dog" might sit well beside other pup-oriented publications like "WOOF!" and "Grr!"...

It's a nice thought, but - and this is a genuine question: would *you* be interested in buying such a book? If so, what would you expect to see in it? (are there perhaps any particular posts here that you would like to see expanded?)

Please  - do take the time to comment with your thoughts and suggestions; the number and quality of responses may well decide whether i pursue this idea further or not....!

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

A mid week overnight stay: Friday fuck-pup


Friday morning dawned cold and drizzly - but i didn't care: i was snuggled under the duvet, safe and warm in my Man's arms!

It is always the most amazing feeling to drift awake slowly, and to feel myself wrapped in His embrace like that: the gentle strength in His arms, the warmth of His flesh, the tickling rasp of His fur against my back with the rise and fall of His chest, the dark brown of His skin against the paleness of my own (well, the bits of mine that aren't yet tattooed... ;) ).  It is such pleasure that i will often lie there quietly, ignoring the jumping eagerness of my puppy cock - eager not to wake Him so that i can enjoy that infinitely fulfilling feeling of His unspoken protection and ownership for just a little longer.

But eventually the bouncing of the puppy's cock gets too obvious for even my Handler to sleep through unawares - and He has to wrap one sleepy hand around it to silence its prodding drip against His thigh, whilst the other silences the dog's own whimpers by guiding its muzzle to gently nip and lap at His nips...

But stroking a puppy's bone tends to wake *any* pup up - and so it wasn't long before Handler found it necessary to turn its drooling muzzle to something more useful: a gentle but firm hand on its collar guiding it down the treasure trail of His belly to find the piss-proud source of its first morning drink - and the relief of His own aching bladder.

When He is satisfied, His pup then uses its piss-warmed mouth to lick and nuzzle, lap and tease His meat once more: long slow licks from root to tip, encircling the entire shaft with its long warm tongue, teasing along and under the glans, probing and flicking with the tip of its tongue as it gently grips the head with its lips - bathing Him in its slick wet spit, scented by His own piss and pre-cum - slowly, gently, irresistibly raising its Man's arousal and building Him back to that blissful edge...

Finally it's too much for Him - the dog feels Him grab hold of it's collar, feels His strong hands hold its head still as He forcefully pushes down into its throat: holding it still whilst He repeatedly fucks its face - it relaxes its throat and holds its breath: eager in its submission to the power of His suddenly unleashed hunger. He pushes deep, hard - stabbing down into the core of its self - the dogs arousal and hunger rises up to meet Him as the darkness of their intensity spirals around them both. They ride a wild sea of passion - a glistening edge between hunger and submission - feeding and being fed by the symbiotic power of each others need - on and on, down and down - until finally the alarm brings them both back into the world and they fall back onto the pillows with an exhausted laugh...

-o-o-

Things to do, jobs to be done: a relaxed slice of toast and a coffee, then a quick slap on the dog's rump to get it scampering off to get dressed, ready to head out together to pick up some parcels and drop the car in for a service...

The parcel was a new leather jacket that Handler had won on eBay: a beautiful New York Cop-style jacket with fur-collar and belt-loops - a little worn, but nothing the dog wont be able to rectify with some of its loving attention with saddle-soap and leather-conditioner... :) 

Back home, and Handler prepared His lunch for later whilst His pup once more sat at His engineer boots and lost itself in nuzzling at the leather: making the buckles at both the tops and the instep jingle with the eagerness of its exploring tongue. A gentle hand was all it took to encourage it down onto the ground so it could work its muzzle into the grain over His toes all the better: its paws cupping each boot as it poured out its love and devotion to Him through its tongue and lost track of every other human thought or emotion. Sprawling on the floor, its face buried in one boot whilst its denim arse rises to meet the other boot - its licking wet muzzle moans as the Master gently taps the boot toe against its hole, then raises the boot and firmly plants it down upon that rocking back - gently exerts a pressure as the dog is pushed down under His weight and pressed under the sole: it groans as he forces the breath from its body, shows His dominance by letting it feel the weight of His body and the force of His Will... He raises the boot again - carefully places it across His dog's neck, sandwiches it between the toe of one boot and the sole of the other: lets it feel the vice-grip of His ownership and the breathlessness of its perverse love of His boot leather. It groans and splutters in ecstasy...

Then it is suddenly released - told to 'Sit: stay!' - it waits obediently on all fours whilst its Master goes off into the bedroom - blissfully blank in its pup-state whilst its hungry ears listen to the sound of leather being pulled on... It cannot help but bark excitedly when He returns wearing the new leather jacket, His cap and long leather gauntlets - and His crotch-high Wesco boots.

He walks past the pup and part way up the stairs - looking back at His dog, obedient and waiting there in the kitchen: oblivious to its once human state or the 'normality' of its jeans and t shirt - He can see by the way its eyes watch Him and its tongue lolls from its mouth that it is once again simply His dog and that all it can think of is HIM. He walks to the top of the stairs - then slaps His thigh and gives the whistle that will bring it scampering up on all fours to meet Him.

Up in the playroom, it clings to His boots: caught between laughing and crying in the intensity of submission that seeing Him in this Leather-God like state raises - He reaches a gauntletted hand down to stroke its head and reassure it - and can feel the shivering shudder of its surrender as it ripples through its body and empties its mind.

He has it jump up onto the fuck-couch - it lies back without further command: mouth and throat ready and eyes burning with the hunger to serve Him. It whimpers at the urgency of its hunger: stoked by the creak of His jacket, the smell of the oiled leather of His boots - the touch of that gauntletted hand as it grasps the chain around its neck... its eager tongue slides down along the length of His meat as He drives down into its throat. His other hand reaches forward to grab the belt around its jeans and hold its bucking hips down onto the couch: He can feel its hard cock pressed against the tight denim prison of its jeans and hear it whine to be released. But Master rises up on His booted toes - pushes down deeper into the dog's throat - and it is soon lost in the rhythmic pounding and the blackening breathlessness of His control...

After a while He relents - one hand beneath its neck, He swings the dog up onto all fours to gasp and cough: face wet and drooling with His juices. He comes around to its side, plants a boot up on the couch beside it so that it can cling to it and Him in mindless devotion - He grabs its head in a gauntleted hand and pulls its face up to kiss it: feels it opening its mouth wide to take His tongue; He kisses it long and hard - drawing His passion from its eagerness to submit to Him, to His leather.

Sated, He releases it, orders it down onto the floor - it sinks to all fours with its face tipped up towards the glory of the black light that seeps from His body; He places a gauntleted hand over its face and it sighs its devotion to Him - He pushes each leathered finger into that eager open muzzle and glories in the way it opens wide to try to take every last digit. He moves a boot, and feels its paws reach blindly to wrap around it - it sighs when He moves to grasp its body between His strong legs: crushing it between those endless inches of boot leather whilst He gathers its head under His jacket and blinds it within the leather-and-musk scented blackness. When He lessens the clamp of His legs to let it take a breath, He can feel the helpless grind of its crotch against His heel: lost in surrender and submission, fully His boot-hound and trying to fuck itself against His boot.

He orders it to strip and it does so without taking its eyes from His - boring deep into its soul. He tells it to climb back onto the couch: that He will never hurt His pup - but that it is His, and He is going to fuck it...

It lies on its back, holds its booted legs wide with its hands under its thighs whilst He reaches for the lube and pulls on the rubber - all the while He holds its gaze from beneath the peak of His cap - lets the power of His Will continue to hold the submission and hunger He can see in its soul. He sees it wince as He pushes in - but this time He does not let up: slow, irresistible, He rides the waves of its gasped surrender and pushes it down onto the couch - strokes ever deeper and harder - pushes deeper until He can feel the soft resistance of its gut and is sure He will see the prodding bump of His own cock against its stretched abdomen...

He folds the dog's legs up underneath Him and leans over so that He can stare deep into its eyes; crushed under the weight and power of its Master, His dog can only whimper and sob its love and devotion to Him - tell Him how it is HIS: HIS dog, HIS fuck-pup: HIS, HIS, HIS

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Both Man and dog are now slick with the sweat of passion - the dog's eyes ringed black as it reaches down to grab its Master's thighs through the boots: hungry to pull Him deeper and harder into its soul. It wraps its legs around Him and He grabs its arms and brings them up to hold around His neck: lifts it from the couch to carry it slung around Him whilst His cock is still buried deep in its hole - it arches its back, then falls forward to nuzzle under His chin, eager and whimpering and lost in the mindless ecstasy of surrendering to His passion.

He returns them to the couch - sits Himself with the dog still speared but now resting in His lap. He lies back with it astride Him and grins as it continues to grind its hole down onto Him. He wraps a hand around its dog-cock and laughs quietly at the shuddering yelp it lets out: the twitching response in its hole grips His own meat all the stronger...

Slowly, carefully, He milks the puppy's aching cock whilst it rocks and grinds and fucks itself on Him: bringing them both closer and closer to cumming. He holds himself back - watches as the pup starts to helplessly hump itself into His fist - equally fucking both its cock and its hole on Him. It gasps, whines and then starts to bark: He knows this is the sign that it is nearly ready to shoot: it looks down at Him: big pain-filled eyes that plead with Him... it finds its breathless voice to beg: "please... Sir... please..." 

With a nod He gives His permission - grabs its hips and drives Himself deep into its fuck-hole as great streams of thick dog-cum shoot over His chest and coat His fur - He feels His own meat gripped as the dog's hole ripples and milks every drop of His own precious juices in a shuddering climax of His own.

-o-o-

Sundered, Exhausted  - Complete - the dog sinks down onto its Master's chest - feels the cooling smear of its own cum amongst the thick fur.

Master reaches up to pull off His cap, then wraps His arms around the pup in tender protection - folds its head down to His chest and feels it gently kiss under His neck. It quietly pants its breathless thanks, as He softly strokes its ears - lifts His head from the couch to kiss the top of its head, the lies back and lets them both ride the warm waves of satisfaction as they slowly come back to the world.

Once more, the pup feels itself enfolded safe with its Man's arms - knows that it is protected, owned - and loved.

It knows there is no better feeling in all of the world.

Monday, January 10, 2011

A mid-week overnight stay: "wrestle!"

Wrestle-pup

Pup had sneaked it's new wrestle singlet from N2N bodywear past it's Handler - and so it crept into the bedroom to join Him with its torso tightly wrapped in spandex and a wickedly big grin on it's face. i'm pleased to say Handler liked what He saw: particularly the way the specially designed lycra pouch cupped the dog's package and framed its tight arse...! :)

With the pup sportingly geared, Handler squared up on the bed: inviting the pup to a bit of play wrestling - it hopped up on all fours, giggling and growling as it strained and tried to control its Handler's superior size and weight - Handler let it play for a while before easily pinning it spread-eagled to the bed: legs trapped between His, arms stretched above its head by wrists encircled in His one fist - silencing its protests by pushing its muzzle into His pit, whilst He fondled and stroked its temptingly tight and achingly sensitive spandex bulge: teasing the puppy's twitching cock head through the sheer fabric until its precum oozed and seeped its dark stain of shameful arousal across its helpless exposed belly... It struggled and moaned and tried to fight - but all that bucking only spread that growing stain ever further.

Out-done and trapped, the pup was forced to forfeit - helplessly aroused, what could it do but concede? But all that wrestling and testosterone had given its Man a refreshing wake-up - and so with a skillful twist He had the pup flipped over onto it's stomach before it had a chance to react - and then held it pinned beneath His greater weight with its smooth inviting rump exposed and helpless. His one arm wrapped around the dog's neck to hold it in a gentle lock, whilst His knees forced it to spread its legs wide...

My hands scrabbled up to find His arm - not to try to pull Him off, but to hold it tighter against me - inviting Him to pull back harder into a sleeper-hold, twisting my neck further into the crook of His elbow to gasp and growl in breathless arousal; as the blood pumped painfully in my head i could feel Him responding to my submission - feel Him grinding His crotch down against the smoothness of the lycra stretched over my arse... that tight resistance the only thing standing between His growing hunger and my sweat-slick hole.


He flipped me over again to sit astride my chest, this time with my hands pinned above me - i tried to buck my hips but He simply held me down, grinning at my frustrated attempts to escape. i could not help but grin back - loving my helpless and captive state and knowing i had no real intention of getting away from Him. He leaned His chest down to my face - and i could not help but strain upwards, trying to reach those temptingly meaty nips buried in the glistening fur of His sweat-flecked pecs; i could feel His cock sliding against the smooth lycra covering my belly - knew that he could feel the dampness of my own leaking cock where the pre-cum oozed though the thin material...

i lay under Him - wriggled as much as i was able within the firm grip of His body - tried to plead, to beg Him: sure now that He would know it was not to be let free, but to be truly taken.
 
He shifted His weight and position: sixty-nining to rub His own beard and face into the dog's lycra bulge whilst it worked its talented tongue into His meat... i think it was that which finally convinced Him: all thought of wrestling now gone, He finally helped the pup slide out of its suit - then had it lie back with its head over the edge of the bed - taking us to that oh-so-familiar place as He slowly ground down into its waiting muzzle: count training it with long slow strokes: "one... two... three..." - each stroke deeper - teasing both the pup's throat and His own arousal - watching it slowly writhe and grind underneath Him - seeing the upraised curve of its neck and the swell of it's exposed throat as it takes Him deeper and deeper... hearing it moan and growl, swallow and choke - allowing it to breath between counts of ten, using the numbers to both control it and let it know how much and how long it must endure - feeling the slick blend of His own precum and the spit-thick mucus in its throat, the roughness of its bearded chin against His balls - and its hands against the back of His thighs: guiding Him ever deeper: greedy to take Him as deep and as full as it can - knowing that this only stokes Him further and makes Him want the dog all the more...
 
He hears the dog choke, feels its throat heave around Him - He pulls it back onto the bed - lets it get its breath back for a moment, and then takes pity on its throat: He flips it back onto its stomach, holds its legs down with one leg and its shoulders with one knee - whilst His free hand fondles and then slaps those firm tempting arse cheeks - it grins over a shoulder and eagerly barks its thanks at each resounding slap. He leans down - kisses that reddening arse, rubs His beard into the smarting flesh and grins at the pup's gasps and whines - knows it knows what must be coming next...  
 
i watch over one shoulder as He pulls on a glove - try not to flinch at the coolness of the lube as He drips it onto and into my hole - feel the slickness of His rubbered fingers as He works it into me and tries to gently tease open my tight ring of muscle. He croons relaxing words, but it's been a long time, and i've not even been using my plug much - so i have to try hard to relax and not to whimper. i want Him so badly - and know that He wants His pup: i don't want to disappoint simply because my hole has forgotten how to take Him in the intervening months.
 
i hear Him tear open a package - know He always takes careful precautions to keep us both safe - more slick cool lube and then He pulls me up onto all fours, kneels behind His pup with one hand holding its hips; gently, carefully i sense Him feeling for my hole - i try to tip myself up towards Him, relax and open: invite Him into me... He knows His pup is still inexperienced, and is always so gentle - always so careful; it is just that care which makes me want to give myself up to Him - but i can't help but whimper with the sting and burn as i struggle to take both His size and His girth.
 
He lets me get used to the feeling of just having the head of Him there inside my fuck-hole - waits for me to relax and open more before sliding a little deeper... Inch by inch He slowly invades His dog's hole: training it gently as He once did it's throat - teaching it to trust Him not to hurt it, but letting it know that He is the one in charge, and that He will always have what He wants...
 
He slowly forces the dog down onto the bed with His weight - knows it finds that position easier sometimes; He feels it reach its hands to find His, and entwines its fingers in a tight reassuring grip. He leans down to kiss its neck, just above where the bright silver of His collar encircles it with padlocked possession - uses this act to confirm to both Himself and the dog that it is HIS: owned and loved! His pup - His collared pet and owned possession - whines in response: and cannot help the submissive yielding deep inside as it opens up to let Him in...
 
Deep, slow, careful - He fucks His pup's hole.
 
He tells His dog "I love my pup too much to hurt it" - and whilst He loves to feel it struggle to take Him, strain to please Him, still He does not force the pup to endure for too long; content that it has done it's best - and with one last long slow push into the very trembling core of its yielding body - He lets it sink into the bed as He carefully and gently pulls out - smiles as He watches it try to hold its hole open a little longer...
 
A gentle clean-up, then He lies back amongst the crumpled covers - pats the pillows by His head and tells His pup to come join Him; He wraps His arms tight around it and pulls it safe into the enfolding embrace of His protection and strength. The pup lies it's head against His shoulder - folds it's trembling body against Him: feels a deep ache of failure and can't help but say "sorry" for not being able to please Him as deep or as hard as He deserves. He tells it not to even think of trying to apologise: that it does more than He could ever wish for in attempting to please and service Him as it does. And the pup knows He means it - and loves Him all the more for saying so.
 
He turns the pup on it's side - lets it rest its head on His arm and spoons its lithe small body in the heat and strength of His own. Smiling, nuzzling - happy - Man and dog drift into sleep... 
 
 
 

A mid-week overnight stay - an easy evening


Dinner time pup

i had promised my Handler that *this* year i would make every effort to see Him regularly - to make up for the dog's bad back health keeping us apart so much last year - and so here we were again: the pup all excited about getting to see its Man again so soon after the New Year trip. And this time the pup got to run down straight after work *and* to stay for a sleep over (it even took the next day off, knowing that Handler had a late start the next day - so we would have plenty time for a long slow wake up in the morning... ;) ).

That days work was an interesting nightmare of excitement, distraction and frustrated clock-watching: trying to remember if i had packed all the correct gear into the car; wishing i could have sneaked some rubber on under my 'civvies'; wondering if i could creep off early to clean up and slip on some rubber before heading down...  But, i was a good library-pup, and kept myself focused on my professional responsibilities: gear cost's pennies, and pennies have to be earned...!

It was a long and tiring day (for both of us: Handler messaged early in the afternoon to say He hadn't slept well after His shift the day before, and so was heading home early for a nap) - but finally 5pm came around, and the dog finally made it's rush-hour dash down the M5 and into its Man's arms.

Handler had caught up on some sleep, but i could tell He was still very tired - being a devoted pup *and* a good friend, it worries me to see Him working so hard. Shift working is shit - and it's even worse if you are unhappy in your job, and aware that your tired decisions can have life-threatening results; that is stress no Man needs - so it's no wonder it takes it's toll on Him. So after the pup's initial collaring, snuggle and happy neck-licking, we settled down in the lounge with a cup of tea: the pup sat happily on the floor at His slippered feet whilst we chatted and relaxed. Some might have thought it funny: Man in His camos and pup in its jeans, with a play-room stuffed with toys and the pup's own bag of gear waiting in the hall - yet we were *very* happy just to sit there, horribly 'normal' - Man and dog relaxing by the fire in their civvies, laughing and chatting and sharing first a cuppa and then a picnic supper - the pup with it's paws lightly resting in His lap or idly stroking His leg, its Man absent mindedly pulling at His pup's beard or lightly twining His fingers through its collar... 

It was a very pleasant evening - relaxing and easy going, and perfect for a 'week night'... And it is quiet 'normal' times like that which make me feel our friendship the most strongly; it's an honour then to know that what we have extends far beyond the playroom: that we are genuine friends, companions and confidants as well as Handler and pup.

Although, of course, it wasn't *all* just chat and chilling: the pup still trotted into the kitchen on all fours to sit at Handler's feet whilst He prepared a simple lap-supper, and then sat with its head in His lap whilst He hand fed it from His plate - and afterwards, civvies or not, the pup *did* still manage to snuffle its way under Handler's hoodie to spend a blissful while nuzzling in His chest hair, breathing His musk, licking His pits and nibbling at His nips - and of course that then led to quite a bit of time spent luxuriously tongue bathing His balls and *slowly* licking and teasing His cock head - whilst He lay back on the sofa, eyes half closed in the edged-out bliss which the gentle lapping and probing of His pup's gentle tongue can bring Him...

But even perfect evenings must come to a close - and so Handler finally nudged the pup to run off and clean up ready for bed...


Part 2: wrestle!

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

The passing of James Bond


It is with great sadness that i pass on the news of the passing of James Bond on Friday - one of the early core contributors to the 'Bound and Gagged' magazine, and a pillar in the Kink and BDSM Community.

I never got to meet Jim in person, but He was very gracious in exchanging messages and encouragement in response to my amateur compliments on His work.

Jame's videos were some of the first kink and bondage that i ever saw - and fundamental in establishing my own perversity. He was an inspiration and an incredible man - and the world is most certainly a sadder place for His passing.

My thoughts are with His friends and His family.

Requiescat in pace
bootbrush

Sunday, January 02, 2011

A ride out for New Year

All the snow has gone at last - so when Handler asked if the pup would like to head out for a ride for New Year, what could it do but jump at the chance?!? ;)

There may not be any snow, but it's still cold here in the UK - so it was a nice excuse to pile on a few layers of tight lycra and spandex Under Armour gear - then to pull on my heavily armoured Arlen Ness jacket and jeans (with 'bootbrush' down the thighs in 4" letters), my motocross boots and thick gauntleted gloves. The body-hugging lycra and tough leather making me feel both defined and contained, protected and encased.

And beneath all the layers: the tight slickness of my lube-filled rubber shorts forcing a cool glass plug deeper into my freshly cleaned puppy fuck-hole - and fighting against a thick neoprene cock-ring to squeeze my cock and aching balls into a tight mound of painful arousal...

When i arrived, Handler then also had me wear a full lycra biker hood under the helmet -partly to keep warm, but also so that nothing could be seen through the visor but my eager eyes - and the flash of His thick silver dog-chain and padlock around my neck.

Where we rode wasn't really important - it was just such visceral pleasure to be out with my Man again after so long - with Him in His natural element: leathered and in control of both His bike and His dog. But it was a wonderful ride: weaving down the country lanes and winding A-roads of South Gloucestershire - in and out of the beautiful little warm-stone villages that can only be found deep in the Cotswolds - with the surrounding countryside so barren and beautiful after the snow and frosts: every field dark with cold earth, every tree a black spidery silhouette against the grey sky.

We stopped for a while in Tetbury - squeezing the bike between the 4x4s and Range Rovers - grinning at each other as we stomped around the antique shops, cheese mongers and posh boutiques (so many with the 3 feathers and 'By Royal Appointment' crests from the HRH's in nearby Highgrove and Gatcombe...). We also treated ourselves to a delicious tea in the corner window of a very posh delicatessen: incongruous in our leathers and boots amongst the well-to-do in their finest Barbour and Hunter wellies, but loving the way we can shatter expectations with our fine table manners and gentle upbringing - and how easily the pup can diffuse all hostility with its infectious grin... ;)  (although Handler's predatory glance did make one very sexy man so uncomfortable that he had to cling to his girlfriend for protection ;) )

Warmed and refreshed, it was back onto the roads - with the pup clinging tightly to its Man: legs gripping His thighs tightly and its arms wrapped tight around His chest: helmeted head resting against His shoulder as it laughed its love and devotion to Him through the intercom.

We did make two more stops though - one for the pup to empty its bladder by the side of the road (once it could find its cock under all those layers...!) - and another by a well known cruise spot for Handler to empty *His* bladder into the pup - whilst a guy stood and greedily watched as the still hooded pup gulped and hungrily lapped at its Man's meat and juices...

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Thank you Sir: it was a fantastic ride - the perfect mix of pleasure, companionship and perversity; a wonderful reminder of just what makes it such a pleasure to be my Man's pillion *and* His pup.
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