Page 32 of Pretty Puppy

Lee shrugged. “Only way to find out is to bring Champ out to play.”

Ash didn’t seem as though he could keep still. “Now? Can I change into my gear now?”

Lee shooed him out of the room. “Go on then. I’ll be in the living room getting the fire going again.”

While he waited for Ash—or Champ—he stoked the fire, wishing he’d thought to buy some gummy bears when they were at the store. Those had always been Champ’s favorite treats. On the other hand, Ash’s first response about spending the evening together had been sex.

He could work with that. Have Ash near again was turning him into a horndog instead of an in-control Daddy.

Champ appeared in the entryway of the living room, on all fours and wagging his tail. Lee groaned in appreciation. He didn’t miss that Champ was using the plug tail rather than the one with the one attached to a belt.

Yeah, a sexual treat fit the bill. Gummy bears could wait for another time.

Lee took in the glorious sight of his pup, noting some of the differences in Champ from when they played before.

His suit was a solid, dark brown, with furry paw mitts that boasted a stripe of white on the front ones. Lee was glad to see Champ had knee protectors on, since his floors were hard wood, and didn’t have rugs everywhere.

Champ’s tail matched his mitts, and had been inserted through an opening in the back of the form fitting, stretchy bodysuit. When Lee helped him unpack, he’d noted Champ had more than one suit, so at least one probably didn’t have an opening.

Champ also wore a headband of floppy ears. Lee had admired Champ’s hood, but also recalled that Ash hadn’t used it all the time—in particular, when he was feeling sexual. Lee bit back a moan. Now he knew they were on the same page.

Champ sat up on his haunches, begging with his front paws. His whimpered over and over, and Lee perched on the edge of the couch, patting his thigh.

“Come on boy, come see your Master. He’s missed his pup.”

Champ got on all fours again, and excitedly ambled over. He rubbed his face against Lee’s thigh over and over, Lee stroking Champ’s head and scratching behind his ears. Champ peered up at him and licked Lee’s hand.

“Such a good boy. You’re my best boy and I love you so much.”

Champ wiggled his hips, his tail wagging in response. Lee caught a bit of a whimper and wondered if his frisky puppy was pegging himself. Judging from the bulge in the front of Champ’s suit, his guess would be a yes.

“Show me what tricks you can do, and you’ll get a treat. My boy was always the best at twirling. Show Master what you can do.”

Lee wished he’d thought to bring out Champ’s toys before they started and pondered telling him to wait so he could retrieve them. However, his own erection wasn’t interested in playing fetch and he was sure Champ would rather pay with a different kind of toy.

Like my dick.

Champ twirled around on his knees a few times, then rolled onto his back with his paws in the air, his hind legs pulled back to allow room for his tail. He wiggled back and forth, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Lee laughed at his pup’s antics, clapping his hands.

“What a clever boy.” Lee eyed Champ’s package, the thin fabric of the suit outlining his long, slender cock perfectly. “I think you deserve a big reward for such a great performance.”

Lee slid down the zipper of his pants, and lifted his ass to drag them over his hips. He gripped his hardened length at the base and gave it a shake.

“Come get your treat, pup. You can have all you want.”

In a flash, Champ scampered over, nudging Lee’s fist as if pushing it out of the way. Lee obeyed the unspoken request, groaning as Champ’s hot, wet tongue made contact with his naked skin.

Lee sunk his fingers into Champ’s hair, tugging him closer, encouraging him to keep going.

“That’s it. Suck your Master’s cock like a good boy. Take it,” he growled. “Take all of it.”

He gazed down at his beautiful pup—at Ash—his mouth filled with Lee’s cock, his rock-hard dick sliding in and out his boy’s mouth, glistening with spit as Lee pumped his hips and driving it deeper down Ash’s throat.

Lee threw back his head and let out a sharp yell as his orgasm tore through him. He froze, holding Ash’s head in place as he shot his cum into Ash’s mouth, his boy greedily swallowing every drop.

With one last jerk of his hips, Lee fell back against the sofa, his iron grip on Ash’s head turning gentle. Instead of tugging on his hair, he stroked Ash’s head. His thumb drifted down to brush across Ash’s cheek, and he murmured how pleased he was, what a good job Ash had done and that he was the best little cocksucker Lee ever had.

Lee lifted his had and gazed down at his pup, Ash’s lips swollen and red, his eyes fixed on Lee’s in an expression of adoration. Fuck, how he’d missed these moments. The memory had become hazy over the years, almost like a dream he was having trouble recalling—an experience Lee yearned to repeat, but despaired of ever having again.

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