Monday, April 11, 2011

Wash day fuck-pup



Sir had a free day on Friday, so He asked the pup to come down and help Him prepare His rubber gear before sending it off to Gordon to be chlorinated.

The weather was fantastic: sunny too early in the year to be too hot - and so the pup pulled on it's own newly chlorinated jeans and waistcoat, packed it's waders and trotted down to it's Man's side. It was so excited to see Him that it ran down the drive and into His arms with it's tail wagging so hard it nearly fell over. It's always just so wonderful to see Him: my Man, my Master, my best friend; every care simply melts away at the sight of His smile, the sound of His 'Hello boy!', the taste of His neck as i nuzzle and excitedly lick, the feel of His arms and His hand stroking my head - all the dross of everyday life fades away, and out comes bootbrush: the *real* me from deep down inside - come out to play and love - and to serve Him with everything that i am...

But it wasn't all play: i *am* a service dog too, and there were jobs to be done!

First off was helping Sir to take some photos for a few eBay sales He has planned later this week - which is always a great excuse to root through His piles of gear and then to gaze adoringly at Him under the pretense of trying to get the perfect shot :)

Next job was then to help Him decide which gear He should send off to be chlorinated. We both wanted to have stuff ready for the trip to Amsterdam in May - so it was a matter of choosing what He might want to take with Him, and prioritising that gear to be treated first. i've never seen into Sir's rubber-wardrobe before - and man, He *is* a pervert with a life-time habit of collecting! :))  There was everything in there: catsuits, jeans, bike gear, raincoats - even a cloak!  the pup was in rubber heaven :)  But, we did manage to whittle it down to 2 boxes worth, and then it was out into the sunshine to wash and prepare it all...

Sir took the opportunity to wear His rubber apron and to have us both in our waders, the pup also kept on it's rubber jeans - then it was out with the hose and large buckets of soapy water - carefully massaging suds into each item, lathering them up, hosing them down, then hanging each item to dry out of the sun... there was quite a pile of gear to work through, so it took us most of the morning: it was like some perverted Chinese laundry! But it was warm and sunny, and the rubber felt really good - and the man and dog chatted away over the suds, and laughed when the water would go everywhere... the dog especially loved the way that the water would slosh over its waders and down inside the rubber - and the rainbows formed in the hose spray - and in the stray droplets that shone in the fur of it's Man's chest...

And off course, all that water makes any Man need to piss - so Sir took several opportunities through the morning to have His pup kneel and drink from Him. All that work made the pup thirsty too, so it was easy for Master to lean back and let go in one long perfect stream - and grin as He listened to His dog greedily glugging away as it gulped down every last steaming drop...

Well, almost every drop: at one point it leant back to stare hungrily at His meat - grinning up at Him so that He could arc a long stream of His piss into its open muzzle, then letting it overflow so that hot piss would run down through its beard and drip down its chest. Handler loved the look of that so much that He told the dog to lean back further and clench its abs - so that He could watch His piss run down its belly and under the waistband of its rubber jeans. The feeling was just incredible as His warm piss ran down between the sun-warmed rubber layers: its Man's juices sluicing around its cock and balls to pool around its arse and slosh  around the glass plug filling its hole...

Piss-filled, the dog was then allowed to lick His cock clean - which only made Him hard again, and hungry to feed His dog - and His dog even more eager to please and feed in turn. Best of all, when i took His meat deep into my throat i was able to grind my muzzle into His jock, rich with the scent of His sweat and piss - He moved His boot so i could rub up against His leg and feel the heavy rubber of His waders against my still-wet chest, and every time i moved i could feel the slosh of the warm pool of His piss trapped inside my jeans: caressing my own hardening pup-cock and soaking His scent into my skin. He moved again, so that the pup could rest it's plugged and piss-soaked arse against His toe - and crooned His encouragement as it ground and fucked its own hole until it was panting and shaking on the edge of cumming...

And all the while He stroked my head, and told me what a good dog i was - it was so gloriously perverse and wonderfully intimate - and i was in pure doggy-bliss!


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But finally, the jobs are done. Handler had the dog strip out if its rubber, but keep on it's waders - He put on its chain-leash but had it stay on two legs - then grabbed its balls in one fist and led it down into the garden to play...

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