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... 
 
 
 

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