Leash

This story is much shorter than "K-9 Unit." I debated on whether to expand the backstory, or describe what happens after, but this really is about one moment in the lives of a pup and his Master. I don't know whether I will write more about these characters or not... no promises.

As before, honest feedback and constructive criticism are always appreciated.

SPR



Leash

By SkinPupRanger, c. 2012


Zipper’s leg gave an involuntary kick, hitting his Master squarely in the shin and causing him to grunt as he stirred to life.

Dale fumbled for the alarm clock, his bleary eyes struggling to focus on the glowing red digits. Nearly half-past five. Close enough.

“Come on, pup,” he grumbled, shaking Zipper’s shoulder. “Time to get up.”

A low growl could be heard from the other side of the bed. The pup burrowed further under the covers. Dale reached over the groggy pup and turned on a light, then flung the covers off both of them.

Zipper wasn’t having any of it. He put his paws over his eyes and whimpered, the black leather mitts acting as a shield against the harsh artificial light. Soon Dale’s hot breath was on his ear.

“I have to get up soon, boy, and I promised you one last goodbye fuck before I have to go.”

Zipper let out a soft sob. He’d been dreading this day for a month now, ever since Dale found out he was being deployed for the third time in as many years, and was going to have to leave his pup behind again. Zipper had felt confident that Dale wouldn’t be sent off to war anymore, that he’d be able to stay with his Master and build the life he’d always wanted. His heart broke when they got the news.

The pup could feel Dale tugging at his tail plug. He didn’t want this goodbye fuck, and at the same time he wanted nothing else but to be close with the man he loved. Reluctantly he relaxed and allowed the rubber tail to pop out of his ass.

Dale pulled Zipper close, having already slid a condom onto his hard pole, and quickly filled the gaping maw where the pup’s tail had been a moment before. His rough hands explored Zipper’s body while he bred his pup, tweaking his nipples and petting his smooth skin. He ruffled the rough ash-blond high-n-tight that he insisted Zipper maintain.

As Dale got closer and closer to cumming, the pup sobbed more and more, and by the time he finally blew, Zipper was in tears. Dale stayed inside him, pulling him close and whispering in his ear, telling him what a good pup he was and how much he depended on him.

“I know you’re going to look after this place while I’m gone. It’s only a few months this time. I’ll be back before you know it. And we’ll pick up right where we left off.”

Zipper turned his head to look at Dale, his grey eyes begging silently for permission to speak.

“Go ahead and say what’s on your mind, pup,” Dale said, running a calloused finger down Zipper’s torso.

“I feel lost when you’re not here, Sir,” the pup whispered. “I go through the motions, but it’s not the same. I feel like I’m not accomplishing anything.”

“You always do what I ask of you, Zipper. I trust you to get your chores done and keep your focus. And you always know whom you belong to.” Dale tugged at his pup’s collar, and cupped his caged cock and balls in his hands.

“Yes, Sir. I know. But when you’re here I feel your control over me. When you’re gone, it’s like I have too much freedom. It’s scary for me.” Zipper let out another sob as Dale’s cock slid from his well-fucked butt. He turned and nuzzled his Master’s broad chest, sucking on a nipple.

Dale let his pup have a moment, then eased himself off.

“STAY,” he ordered as he rose from the bed, his large frame stretching as he headed for the closet.

Zipper rolled over and watched his Master pull something off the top shelf. His puppy curiosity took over and he rose to all fours, cocking his head.

“Arou?”

“This is a GPS transmitter,” Dale said, holding a box in front of him. The pup’s eyes looked everywhere at once, darting from his Master’s handsome face with its rugged features; to his now-soft cock and silky, potent balls; to his chest with the wonderful fur; to his hairy legs and wide feet; to his ice-blue eyes; and back to the box.

Dale opened it and retrieved a small, square-shaped plastic device. He threaded a small piece of steel cable through a hole at one corner, then presented it to Zipper, who sat up and lifted his head, giving his Master access to his collar. Dale hung it from a link near the center, fastening it in place with a small padlock.

“Now I’ll always know where you are, and where you’ve been. It transmits every five seconds, and is completely waterproof and shock proof. I’ll be able to tell whether you’re keeping up with your chores. If you don’t, well….”

Dale didn’t have to finish the threat. His relationship with Zipper had been built on discipline and duty, two things the pup knew a lot about. The pup had been pretty wild and rambunctious when he’d landed on Dale’s doorstep, but a couple years of training and tough love had turned him into the best pup a man could ever want. He was fiercely protective of Zipper, but never let him get away with giving anything less than his best.

He patted the pup on his head, then retrieved his cell phone. He opened the tracking app and pushed the tag icon next to Zipper’s name. A map came up showing their house, revealing that the pup was in the bedroom.

“Working for the military has its perks, boy,” Dale said. “You wouldn’t get this kind of precision with some off-the-shelf GPS tracker.”

“Arrr… WRUFF!” barked Zipper, who tackled Dale and wrestled with his Master for a few minutes before starting to lick him all over. Eventually Dale pinned him, as he almost always did, and his eyes turned sad.

“I’ve got to get ready, my pup.”

Zipper let out a low murmur and nuzzled Dale’s neck before the bigger man got up, heading for the shower.

“Pup,” he said, turning around as he grabbed a towel off the shelf outside the door of the en suite bath, “I may not always be by your side, but I want you to know I’ll always hold your leash.”