Hoodie pup

Hoodie pup

"All right, boss. What can I do now?"

Always so keen to help, was Phil. Ever since I'd taken him on this site, he'd beavered away doing every job I'd asked him to do. Not your typical run-of-the-mill employee for a building firm. And, okay, I'll admit it, he was cute too. Cute face, cute arse, cute personality. I rather enjoyed seeing his figure outline in the grey hoodie and sweat pants he always seemed to wear, along with his tan work boots.

"Take a break. You've earnt it."

"You sure?"

And he looked at me with his brown, puppy-dog eyes and my mind raced with a dozen filthy thoughts.

"Go on."

He let out a little sound, I'd swear it was almost a whine, as he left.

I was called out onto the other side of the site to deal with yet another issue shortly after, so I didn't see him for a while, not, in fact, till we met at the gate at the end of the day.

"Hey boss!" he grinned at me. Why was it so hard to stop myself imagining him wagging a tail? "Fancy going to the pub for a quick one?"

I hesitated. I'm not generally terribly keen on getting too close to the crew. I've made that mistake before and it can cause all sorts of problems on site. But no-one else was around. And it was Phil.

"Go on then!"

He scampered away to the door of the pub and then waited for me to catch up with him. We walked in together.

"What'll it be?"

"No, I'm getting them. I insist."

I shrugged. "Pint of Guiness for me, then."

He zipped over to the bar while I found a comfortable corner to sit, close enough to the fire to feel its benefit. Phil soon followed with my drink and his gin and tonic. He glanced over the fire as he set the drinks down.

"I love a good fire. The perfect place to snuggle up and snooze."

He sat down beside me, a little closer than I might have expected.

"Didn't you want to invite any of the other guys?"

"Not really. I thought you'd be better company to be honest. Sorry, does that sound a bit snobbish?"

I grinned. "Well, maybe a bit, but I reckon I can excuse you this once." I paused. "You're a great guy to have around on site. But I wouldn't have thought building was your trade."

"It's not, really. I'm not quite sure what I want to do with my life." There was a long pause. "Well, actually, I guess I do know, but it's kind of... odd."

I sipped my drink, waiting for him to continue.

"It's something I've felt I wanted to do for a long time, but didn't know others felt the same until I did some digging on the net."

"You don't have to tell me if it's too awkward."

"I want to. I'm just not sure how to put it into words. I think I might embarrass you."

"Embarrass me?" I chuckled. "I've seen a fair bit of life over the years. I don't easily embarrass or shock."

He twisted his drink round in his hand, obviously awkward. And then he suddenly blurted it out.

"I want to be a dog. A human dog."

I just smiled. This was just too good to be true.

"Say something!"

I shrugged. "I'm not surprised really. You're kind of like a helpful puppy round site. Or at least round me."

He looked relieved.

"So you're not shocked?"

"I've seen a bit of the world, Phil. I've even tried pup play myself once or twice." He looked shocked. "It's not quite my thing, though."

He looked disappointed.

"I'd rather be at the other end of the leash."

He yelped with surprise. "Really?"

"Oh yes. It'd be great to have a puppy of my own."

There was a moment's silence.

"I don't suppose... I could be your puppy?"

I eyed him up appraisingly.

"I'm not making any rush decisions and neither should you. Think about it for a couple of days. If you still feel that's what you like on Friday evening, wait for me at the gate and we'll decide how to go from there."

He nodded eagerly and, with a real effort, I dragged the conversation on to other topics.

*

Phil was a complete star round site over the next few days - he really was a very helpful puppy, scampering from place to place and generally putting a smile on people's faces. It wasn't really a surprise when I glanced out of the office window on Friday evening and saw him lounging by the site gate. I nearly packed up there and then, but there was paperwork to be done and, anyway, it's always good to keep them waiting and eager.

Eventually, I finished up, locked up and - a good hour after everyone else had left the site - made my way to the gate. He was still there, cute as ever. He perked up as soon as he saw me approach.

"Down boy!" I grinned, as I locked the site gate, and then: "Heel!"

He walked obediently to my side and slightly behind me. He headed for the passenger seat of my van, but a quick jerk of my head made him realise he was going to travel in the back. he grinned, jumpe din and curled up on the floor.

It was hard to concentrate ont he road as I drove home, so it was just as well I don't live that far away. It's also handy that my place is the only house at the end of a lane, so nobody ever sees me when I take lads - or in this case my new puppy - home to play.

I let him out and he looked all around. But there was a look in his eye: the excitement was just tinged with fear.

"Come on."

I didn't head to the house. I headed up the lane, with him trailing just behind me, clearly confused. The lane runs from a fairly busy road and I stopped at the junction.

"There's the bus stop towards town. The 85 runs every 10 minutes and the 34 every 24 minutes. I'm not going to lock any doors, so at any point you want to walk up here and catch the bus home you can."

I led him back to the house and opened the front door. I pointed to the dish on the hall table.

"There's always at least a couple of pounds worth of change there, if you ever don't have the bus fare."

He looked at me uncertainly as I hung up my coat and headed into the lounge and sat down. Eventually, he followed.

"Don't you want me here?"

"Of course I want you here. But I want you to understand that any part of this always has to be your choice. I'm not going to force you to do anything."

He grinned, obviously reassured.

"In that case, I choose to be your pup."

"What are you standing there for then?"

He grinned again and dropped to his hands and knees. I tipped myself off my chair and reached underneath into one of my play boxes. You know, the ones you hide well away when the relatives come. I pulled out two builder's knee pads, the really thick padded ones and strapped them on Phil's knees.

"No point in hurting yourself."

He barked and licked my face. I rubbed his hair, which got him even more excited and he started panting and scampering around the floor.

"Here, boy!" He came straight away. "Sit. I'm going to do a few things to help you feel even more pup-like. If anyone of them feels odd, you tell me straight away."

He barked again.

The next item out of my play box was a leather collar, which I fastened around his neck and then showed him in a mirror. That earnt me another big lick. Next was a pair of rubber paws which I slowly pulled onto his hands, taking him once step further away from being human.

Then I pulled out a pair of scissors.

I want you to be my hoodie pup. And I don't want anything to get in the way. Is it okay if I open you top and cut off your T-shirt?"

There was only the briefest surprised look before he barked excitedly, so I reached down and unzipped his hoodie. A few snips, his T-shirt fell off and I zipped him back in. I stoked his head and his back and he shivered and whimpered with excitement.

"Now, remember you can always tell me to stop... I want your underwear off as well."

He nodded enthusiastically and barked even louder. Not for the first time, I was pleased that I lived away from other houses. I peeled his grey trackies off his fine arse, stroked it through his tight white briefs and then snipped them away and pulled his trousers back up. His erection was now tenting them.

"Sit."

I left him as I went to the kitchen and fetched two dog bowls: one full of water and one with some left-over stew. I put them down on the opposite side of the room to him. He strained on the spot.

"Stay."

He waited.

"Go."

He dashed poured and lapped up some water before sticking his face into his dinner. I had to laugh when his face reappeared, covered in sauce. He grinned and barked again before going on to finish his meal. When it was done, I pulled out a throw toy, which we played fetch with for a while and had a bit of a tussle with. He was thirstily after that and lapped up much more water, but then began to whine.

"I'm guessing you need to piss. You've got the choice of being human and using the loo or being a pup and using the yard."

He looked thoughtfully up at the window (it was dark by now), scampered to the door and scratched at it. Boy, this was one was keen. I let him out and followed behind him. He cowered a bit on the threshold before realising we weren't overlooked at all. Then he looked up at me and whined. I reached down and tweaked his trackies low enough at the front to expose his tackle. He scampered away and, as I watched, cocked his leg, wobbled a bit and then pissed into the rose bush. He ran back, shaking slightly and I readjusted his trackies.

Once inside, I pulled out a rug and he curled up on it. I sat beside him, stroking him. A chew toy seemed to keep him occupied for ages, as we half-cuddled and I watched TV. After the news, I switched it off.

"I'd like to try one more thing to make you feel even more pup-like. But it may be a step too far for you."

I reached into my box again and pulled out a rubber dog tail attached to a butt plug.

"This is a dog tail. You'll feel a lot different when you can wag your own tail. But you may find it hard me putting something up your arse and you keeping it there. I'll need to cut a small hole in your trackies too."

He licked my hand.

"You want to try?"

No hesitation. Frantic nodding of the head and barking.

" Come here then, boy."

He scampered round in a loop, presenting his cute puppy arse towards me. I snipped a small section from his trackies and then lubed up the butt plug. Slowly and ever so carefully, I eased it in. Pup gave hardly a whimper. And then it was in and he was wagging his tail and barking for joy. I swear I spent the next hour just chasing him round the downstairs as he scampered and wagged his tail and generally played.

Finally, he tired and I led him down the hall to my bedroom. I pointed to the dog blanket where he immediately curled up. I undressed with him watching and climbed into my bed. I reached over the side and gave him one last stroke of the head and pat of the tummy before putting the light out.

I lay there in the darkness, wondering. I guessed Phil would stay the night, but would he stay the weekend? Would I get to enjoy owning and training my own sweet little pup? I sure hoped so.