Welcome to the pound part 1

Part 1 – Old Friends

It’s been a while since I trained a dog, but hey I figured that it was time I added a new pup to the books. I used to have a big business in it, its how I got this place, the markets still happened but nothing like the quality of pup that I used to turn out. Matt’s pups are famous, and then again I put in the effort. I was cruising the gay slave sites, I don’t usually get pups from them, and they’re too willing when they start, must have some spirit some fight in them. I’ve always found that once its controlled and focused it makes them more devoted than any willing participant. But here I was once again searching, and then I noticed something on a different site. It was some boring site that I only used to get a vanilla shag when I was bored, but the lad I saw was cute. Good breeding, nice pedigree, my eyes roamed the picture more, stout looking pup with a nice looking coat on him. Of course at the moment he was dressed in jeans t-shirt and bear necked and had no idea he was a dogslave, but that was going to change pretty soon.

I decided to get a second opinion so I phoned peter, he’s a good friend of mine, owns 2 of my best pups he got them free of course I couldn’t charge him he covered their training costs because he wanted them but nothing on top of that.

“Hey peter? Its Matt you ok?”

“Oh hey Matt I'm good thanks mate how are you?”

“Doing very well thanks, just spotted something I reckon could put me back on he puppy market scene.”

“Oh really?”

I told him the profile and asked what he thought. He was blunt as usual

“Easily a 5 grand dog that. When you picking him up?”

Well at least the decision was made, I grinned and we spoke a bit more, eventually I told him to drop round. He said the pups needed a walk so he’d be round in 15 minutes with them. They always could be a handful when they needed walking, the young one Tempo always got over excited and nearly runs himself into the ground and Rhythm tends to get stubborn if he smells something he likes. When I met them they were a Master and Slave couple that Pete found on a night out, Rhythm was the master type of the 2, muscle mary type fairly older than his little slave Tempo. I fancied selling on Tempo, and Pete wanted Rhythm as a status thing. But after training you just couldn’t separate the two, they mated and Rhythm howls if Tempos taken away for any length of time he doesn’t like, so Pete took them both, he’s a DJ by job, and a proper skinhead by nature, hence the names. I printed off the profile and kicked back with a cuppa looking at the bowls in the corner and grinned to myself. Nice little earner that pup

It was actually 30 minutes later when the land rover drove up to the farmhouse I lived in. Pete apologised but he’d said the W.A.L.K word and then had to spend 10 minutes getting Tempo into the travel cage. I could hear them yapping in the back Pete rolled his eyes and grinned, he loves his puppies and they adore him, he’s a bit soft with them but the bond they’ve got works so I cant criticise. The door opened and he clicked the cage, and the 2 puppies hit the dirt on all 4s at a run. I laughed as they ran around his legs too excited about being on a walk. They heard the laugh and two heads came up and round sharply to look straight at me. Tempo as usual was panting his head off and his name tag bounced around just above the paw print tattoo over his heart Rhythm was sniffing the air staring at me to check the scent. I braced myself as the two shot at me, Rhythm bounced up to my chest but got a sharp call of “Rhythm! Down!” Tempo just tried to eat my hand with affectionate nibbles. It warms my heart when they come home, my favourite little pups. I watched them go back to Pete and allowed themselves to be leashed, and stood on 2 legs at heel when he commanded. He handed me Tempos leash and we set off on our walk. Rhythm stuck close to his owner just behind his leg, Tempo on the other hand kept dashing off to the end of his leash trying to chase things and then he would run back to me to show he could heel all by himself. I ruffled his fur with a smile that sent him into fits of trying to lick my hand off, and earned me a snort noise from Rhythm; he was very protective of his mate. Pete was talking so I brought myself back into the now.

“I wish I lived up here could take these 2 out more, burn off some of Tempos energy. Can’t exactly walk them properly in town.”

He meant of course their puppy uniforms as I call them. None of the pups I train are ever given proper clothes again, and seeing a big skinhead walking two human pups dressed in jocks boots harnesses collars and tails down the high street doesn’t really bode well and it puts the pups at risk of being spotted. After all, they were all technically taken against their will but you couldn’t make them human again now, and you try to take Rhythm or Tempo from their owner without him saying its ok, you had better had your rabies shots. We talked through how we’d pull it off ever since we trained those two together he’s always helped me catch my trainees, I cant rightly march straight up to them and bundle them into a car, besides mines not big enough the van Pete has for his equipments been of use before as has the land-rover I had looked up where the pup was, it was a fair way from me but that wasn’t an issue I've been to Aberdeen for pups before now compared to that this was nothing besides something about the look in those deep brown eyes he had spoke to me.