Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2010 22:18:19 -0700
From: Steve B <downboypdx@gmail.com>
Subject: Dean's Puppy Training, Part 2

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Dean's Puppy Training, Part 2



Dino Meets Max



            I glance at my watch, and know Dean will arrive any minute.  As
if on cue, the doorbell rings, and I find a smiling Dean standing on the
step.  As usual, he dashes past without a word and races downstairs.
Collecting
his collar, I slowly follow, knowing he will be waiting for me.

            `Hey Dino.  Have you been a good boy?  How are you today, huh?"
Dino, already stripped bare, jumped up off his blanket and excitedly licked
my hand as I reach down to greet him, gently patting him on the head.  As
soon as I clasp his collar, he sits up waiting for me to attach his paws.  As
I'm fastening the last one in place, I look down and notice his cock cage is
caked with pre cum, lint, and other dirt.  "You are a dirty little boy,
aren't you?" I say as I get the key to his confinement.  He excitedly lies
down and squirms, spreading his haunches, eagerly awaiting his removal from
captivity.  I carefully remove the device from his puppy dick and use a warm
cloth to begin cleaning his already thickening tool.  He is whimpering as I
wipe his now hard dick, already leaking a sizable amount of liquid.  After
having no release for two weeks now, he is in a complete state of sexual
excitement, and I plan to use that to my advantage in his training today.  I
reach down and cup his equipment in my hand, and gently shake it.  "Look
what a big boy Dino is.  You are daddy's big boy, aren't you?"   Dino gives
a hearty bark and stands up.  He excitedly trots over to the corner, picks
up his tail, and drops it by the counter where the lube is kept.  I reach
down, pick it up, and give him a few good pats on the head.

            We have been working on a new command to get him to better
present his ass to me when inserting his tail, and I say, "Dino, show!"  Well
trained, he spreads his hind legs, turns his snout to the side, and lays his
head on the floor.  "Good boy, Dino.  Good boy!"  I pat his ass and get
ready to insert the toy.  After generously lubricating the bulb, I kneel
beside him as he wiggles his ass, begging for his puppy tail.  I slowly
press into his soft flesh, causing an excited whine as his ass opens to
accept the toy.  With a final pop, his tail is sucked in place and Dino gets
up and turns to me licking me in thanks for making him a real puppy.

            As Dino prances around the room just enjoying the feeling of
being a pup, I notice that his dick is still drooling from his
hyper-excitement.  "Dino!" I snap," Get on your blanket! Look at what you
are doing to the floor."  Dino sulks to his bed, and looks on embarrassed.
He sees me approach his bed with the wet cloth, and he excitedly turns over
and spreads his haunches, knowing what is coming.  I gently clean the
leaking puppy, wiping the sticky liquid from his stiff shaft and balls, and
he grows harder under the attention.  "You pups are all the same, full of
seed and no where to put it," I say as I rub his belly. Dino gives a short
yip in agreement and jumps back up on all fours.  "Well," I say, "go clean
up your mess, mister.  Hurry up, get busy," I say, pointing to the three
puppy puddles he left behind.  He laps every drop, and comes running back to
me wagging his tail.  "Good boy, Dino.  What a good boy," and I give him a
pat on his head.

            Just then, his ears perk up as he hears a noise from the other
room.  He looks up at me, wagging his tail in anticipation.  "Does Dino have
a visitor today?" I ask, as I cross the room.  Dino follows close behind and
watches intently as I open the door.  As expected, Duke enters the room,
glances around in his domineering way.  He approaches Dino who is completely
still, waiting for Duke's signal.  Duke leans down and peers underneath
Dino's belly, and loudly sniffs the puppy junk hanging underneath.  He
continues slowly around and sniffs Dino's butt and between his legs.  With
Duke's nose pressing into his ball sack, Dino looks up and sees another dog
enter the room through the same door.

            Max is a handsome and an exceptionally fit pup, wearing an
impressive collar and very large tail.  But one of the first things noticed
about Max is the tool that swings like a pendulum between his legs,
memorizing the younger dog.  His thickly veined shaft is one you might
expect on a small pony instead of a dog, and it is punctuated with a sharply
flared helmet at the end.  His balls were equally proportioned, heavily
stretching his smooth sack taught between his powerful legs.

            He walked over to Dino and began the ritual, spending sufficient
time memorizing his scent. When he was done, Dino returned the favor to both
dogs, starting with Duke.  When Dino finished his inspection, Duke walked
behind him and grasped his tail in his teeth.  Dino spread his haunches to
steady himself for the tug of war.  Duke bit down hard and gently backed
away, pulling the tail until it popped from his ass.  Max was watching
intently and closed in for another sniff of the now tailless puppy.  Duke
barked, then gave a low growl.  Max had learned the meaning of this command,
and began to gently lick Dino's crack.  Satisfied, Duke trotted to the front
and lay down, spreading his haunches for Dino, who had to take a step
forward to reach him.  Max followed Dino's forward movement, keeping his
nose buried deep in the puppy's crack.  As Dino crouched forward to lick
Duke's hardening sheath, his ass bloomed open, giving Max better access.  He
increased the intensity of his licks and I watched as he buried his tongue
in the young pup's ass.

            This continued for several minutes with Duke growing to his full
length under Dino's practiced lapping.  As I watched the three of them, I
noticed Dino was hard and leaking again, but at least he was not dripping
all over the room, and after two weeks in his cock cage, I was surprised he
wasn't even more of a faucet.

            When Duke was satisfied, he stood up, and walked next to Max,
still working on Dino's hole.  A quick bark caused Max to step aside, and
with a quick hop, Duke's large paws were once again on Dino's back.  His
ready tool dripped clear fluid, and he shuffled forward until he touched his
target.  Dino steadied himself against the pressure, then gave a high yip as
Duke punched his dick head in with two quick thrusts.  Max watched intently
as his mentor had his way with the young dog.  As he sat back on his
haunches enjoying the scene, his heavy balls brushed the floor, and his
rigid K9 member pulsed in anticipation of his turn with the fresh meat.

            I watched as Duke pumped Dino hard, slowing occasionally, then
speeding up with tremendous force.  Dino would whimper as his ass was
ravaged by the big dog.  I noticed that with each few thrusts, the little
puppy's dick would leak a drop or two of liquid to the floor, and I realized
each plunge was milking Dino's little prostate.  Dino was clearly enjoying
the attention, as his pup prick was stretched hard, almost touching his
belly.  After several minutes of Duke's treatment, Dino began a series of
whimpers and whines that were different than before.  I watched closely
making sure he was not hurt when suddenly, he arched his back and raised his
head with a mix of a howl and a whine.  His thin hips quivered in climax and
his bright red dick twitched violently as it spit a thick wad of puppy spunk
right between his front legs. Four or five more syrupy splashes erupted,
creating a coagulated white river underneath his immature belly.  His body's
fierce contractions during his explosion caused Duke to begin his deep growl
sequence, tensing his front paws as he buried his tool to the hilt.  His
hind quarters convulsed and shuddered in climax as he deposited his dog seed
deep within Dino's tender bowels.  Both animals whined quietly as their
climaxes eased to an end. I watched the pups nuzzle as Duke relaxed
following this mating frenzy.  After a few minutes, Duke rose up, and slid
off Dino's back, his sheath slipping from the young pup's hole.  I scratched
Duke's big head, "Good boy Duke.  Did Dino make you feel good?"  I then look
down, "Dino," I say with a laugh in my voice, "look at the mess you made.  Did
Duke make you do that? Huh, did he? You are a messy boy today, Dino, a very
messy boy."  I tousle his hair as I mock the puppy's unaided orgasm.

            I was planning to have him clean it up, when without hesitation,
Max jumped his large paws onto Dino's back, and with a shuffle or two of his
hind legs, readied for his assault.  His tremendous tool was rigid and
pulsing as he pressed the flared head to his mate.  Max's powerful legs
tensed, and he pressed his tool into Dino's soft flesh.  Dino responded with
a high yip, and took two quick steps forward to escape the inevitable.  "Dino,
stay!" I sharply commanded, and he hung his little head.  Duke stepped close
to the pup, and with his large mouth grabbed the back of Dino's collar.  He
gently pulled the puppy's head up, offering support and encouraging the
younger dog to be brave for the breeding.

            Max reared up and again swung his big paws into position, his
thick erection wagging in anticipation.  He slowly drew back his hips and
lowered his tool for duty.  A slow rock forward touched the hard, flared
head against the young creased hole.  Pressing harder, the head slowly
squeezed the remnants of Duke's creamy seed from Dino's puffy folds as he
readied himself for penetration.  His heavy paws slid to the side of Dino,
just above his rib cage, and his powerful front legs squeezed his small
mate, pulling him toward his menacing weapon.

            I put my hands under Max's chin and pulled his gaze to mine.
"Max, you be gentle with Dino.  He's just a little guy, remember. Now you be
good."  This was a training session for Max as much for Dino, and I needed
to know Max could demand pleasure from the little one without doing lasting
damage.

            Max tensed his haunches, squeezed Dino tightly between his
forepaws, and again pressed his engorged meat to Dino's entrance.  A high
whine escaped the puppy as he sensed his impending fate.  Without warning,
Max snapped his loins forward, shoving his thick helmet just past the young
pooch's tight ring.  I smiled in pride as Dino quivered, but released only a
quiet whimper during the initial assault.  Max leaned forward, nuzzling the
younger dog's neck for comfort and letting Dino adjust.  He proved a very
gentle mate, slowly pressing his thick shaft into the skinny pup.  As both
became comfortable, Max started showing the power in his legs, and increased
the speed and depth of his thrusts.  Quiet whimpers escaped from Dino
throughout the ordeal, but I could tell he was not in any physical pain.

            Max settled into a powerful rhythm, then suddenly jerked,
sinking his tool to his balls.  A few more labored thrusts were joined by
his deep growl, and I could almost hear his K9 seed splash into the tender
bowels he was invading.  With a few violent spasms, he emptied his balls,
and held Dino tightly between his big paws pulling the younger dog
closer.  Soon,
he relaxed, gave an affectionate lick to Dino's ear, and slowly slid out of
his young captive.  "Good job, Max," I said, as I petted the stud. "You
treated Dino nice today, didn't you.  Good boy!"

            Duke released the little one's collar, and gently nuzzled the
spent pup.  Max walked around, and laid down in front of Dino, spreading his
legs, presenting his still engorged meat for cleaning.  Duke nudged the pup
who just looked at the big dog laying there.  "Dino," I said, "get busy.  You
clean Max up right now!"  The puppy lowered his head and began licking the
slimy tool.  The young pooch made me proud as he expertly cleaned the big
dog, sticking his little tongue into his piss slit, then sliding down to his
balls, lifting the heavy orbs with his nose so he could clean underneath the
loose skin.
            When he was done, all three boys walked over and shared a drink
from their bowl.  Soon, they were at the door, waiting to be let out to
relieve themselves.  Dino watched closely as Duke lifted his leg, his heavy
cock releasing a mighty stream into the bushes.  Max followed, a high arc of
yellow piss discharging from his thick tool, and then little Dino mimicked
the bigger dogs, wetting the ground next to him.  When I let them back
inside, they jointly trotted over to Dino's blanket and curled up together.
Three happy boys in training, and I sensed they were just beginning a deeper
friendship.

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