Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2011 07:30:36 -0700
From: Steve B <downboypdx@gmail.com>
Subject: Dean's Pup Training Part 9

Dean Recruits Two New Pups


            I was approached by two young men who wanted to visit the kennel
as a pup.  Neither had any experience, so I was skeptical until I learned
that they were younger friends of my favorite pup, Dino, although they
called him by his real name, Dean.  I spent the next several emails
explaining what would be expected and what their time at the kennel would be
like.  They convinced me they were ready to try it, so were invited for the
next Saturday.

            Casey and Morgan arrived, and I took them downstairs.  I showed
them where to put their clothes, and I watched as they transformed.  Casey
was relatively skinny, sort of a twink, and he stripped his shirt over his
head, unzipped, and slid his well worn jeans down his coltish legs. He
stepped out, and stood with red hair and just a patch of red bush above his
cock.  Morgan, on the other hand, was very muscular and had dark hair.  His
chest was thick and his biceps burly.  He stepped from his pants displaying
a very nice ass, perfect for pup training.  The big mutt had shaved his
balls, but a heavy black mat of hair surrounded his fluffed tool.  When they
were completely undressed, I fitted them with their collars and paws, then
showed them how to roll on their backs and splay their hind legs to display
for me.  I gave each a belly rub and played just enough with their puppy
dicks to fluff them.  "You are two big boys, aren't you.  Look at how big,"
I said as both pups swelled with pride.

            Just as we finished, the doorbell rang.  I faced the pups and
said, "Hurry up, you two, get on your beds.  I'll be right back.  Stay!"

            Upstairs, I answered the door and escorted Dean downstairs to
meet his friends.  Dean knew Casey and Morgan were coming, but they didn't
know Dean was to be part of their initial training.

            I entered the basement, and both pups stood up on all fours as I
entered the room.  Dean was close behind, and when he came into view, Morgan
said, "Hey, Dean."  I rushed to the new pup, my hand coming down hard across
his bare butt, the smack leaving a bright red welt.  "Oowww!!," which caused
another heavy hit to his muscular ass.  I quickly took his face in my hands
and growled, "First, puppies don't greet visitors with names.  Second,
puppies don't say `ow.'"  Morgan glared as I continued. "If you want to
greet someone, do it like a puppy.  Puppies sniff their guests.  And if you
get hurt, you can whimper, yowl, or other puppy noises, but do not use your
human voice.  Now get on your bed until we are ready.  Maybe then you can
greet Dino the right way!"

            Morgan curled up on his bed, as I watched Dean undress.  "Dino,"
I said, as the transformed pup gave a happy yip, "are you ready for your
collar and paws?"  Dino again gave an affirmative yip, and I strapped on the
heavy, black collar around his neck.  "Up," I commanded, ad Dino rose on his
hind legs to accept his paws.  I buckled them into place, and Dino rolled on
his back, spread his haunches, and with sad whines, begged me to remove his
cock cage.  The new pups looked on with wide eyes as I reached down, and
gently shook his miniature torture chamber.  "Dino," I reminded him, "You
know what happens when I remove your cage.  I know it is hard, but you have
to keep it on for now.  If you are an extra good pup today, I'll think about
letting you out on your next visit."

            With a resigned whimper, Dino closed his legs, and stood up.
"Dino," I said, changing the subject, "where is your tail, huh boy?  Go find
your tail!"  Dino perked up and dashed over to the corner when he was sure
to find the favorite part of his costume.  He picked up the toy, and
returned it where I could insert it and complete his transformation.  "Dino,
show!" I commanded, although I was only doing it to train the newbies.  Dino
had learned well to fall into show position if he wanted to be rewarded with
his tail.  Still, Dino played along, knowing he was helping his friends
learn the demands of being an obedient pet.  He lowered his chest to the
floor while shuffling his hind legs apart.  His front paws and legs
stretched back on the floor, his paws on the outside of his hind legs.

            As the two novices looked on I generously lubricated Dino's
tail, and pressed and twisted the toy into place.  Dino gave convincing
whimpers as I pushed and persuaded the wide toy inside.  The pups stepped
closer and watched the toy disappear into Dino's hole.  Dino gave a happy
bark as the toy snapped into place in his ass, and he rose up on all fours
as I gave the command.

            I looked at the new pups, and commanded them.  "Morgan, Casey,
stay!"  Both stood still as Dino slowly circled first one, then the other,
heavily sniffing every crack and crevice.  I watched as Morgan thickened as
Dino nosed around his balls and tail-less crack.  Casey got the same
treatment, then it was Dino's turn.

            Dino, having learned from Duke and other alpha males, stood tall
and still, waiting for the pups to give him the proper greeting.  "Go ahead,
you two," I said, pointing to Dino, "go say hello to your friend."

            Casey and Morgan looked at each other, neither moving, until the
muscular Morgan took the lead and approached Dino.  He stuck his nose
against Dino's shoulder, and sniffed loudly.  He worked his way around the
experienced pup, spending much of his acquaintance time taking in the scents
of Dino's tail and ball sack.  Casey followed Morgan's lead and followed his
path around Dino.  Both younger pups were impressed with the size and look
of Dino's tail, and I knew they would want one of their own soon.  We will
just have to see if they can earn it, like the good pups I think they are.

            I went to the cupboard and retrieved the toys I have gotten in
preparation for the day.  "Morgan, Casey, come.  I have a toy for each of
you," I said.  Both pups came to me obediently.  "Sit" I commanded.  Casey
flopped back, and rested his paws on his leg. Morgan just stood there until
I snapped, "Morgan, sit!"  He jumped at my tone, then sort of rolled on his
side.  I gave him a firm swat and ordered both pups to stand up.  They stood
up as I called Dino over.  "Dino, sit." I said. With practiced moves, Dino
lowered his butt to the ground, spread his hind legs, and placed his front
paws together on the ground between his legs.  "Good boy," I said, rewarding
him with a firm head rub.  "Casey. Morgan. Come!"  Both pups came as called,
and I continued.  "See how Dino is sitting?  That is the way you sit when I
give you the command.  "Morgan!  Casey!  Sit!"  Both new pups sat down
correctly, and adjusted their stance trying to mimic the experienced dog.  I
praised them and then called, "Casey, come!"  As Casey approached, I ordered
"Show!"  Casey slowly tried to lower himself into the show position, but I
had to help him pull his front legs back while he balanced on the side of
his face and shoulder.  I reached to the counter and retrieved his toy, a
heavy snap on ball stretcher.  I grabbed his sack, and roughly placed the
thick leather band around his soft puppy balls.  Casey made the mistake of
saying "Hey!" as I maneuvered around his privates, eliciting a hard swat to
his bare ass, followed by another as he grunted in a decidedly human way.
"Casey, you are a dog, so you make only doggie noises while you are here.
Only dog noises! Do you understand?"  To demonstrate his learning, Casey let
out a low whine, sounding much more like the misbehaving pup he is.

            "Morgan, come!  Your turn.  Now show!" I directed the new k9.
Morgan quickly put himself into show position, having no trouble at all
finding the right stance.  "Good boy!" I praised, as I juggled his junk
before pulling his sack tight and wrapping the heavy appliance around his
balls.  Morgan learned well watching his friend earlier, and gave a soft
whimper as I snapped it closed.  "Up," I barked, and the fresh pup stood
up. I noticed that both pup's cocks had thickened as their heavy, strapped
balls slapped inside their legs.

            We spent the rest of the morning learning commands, playing,
getting water and going outside to use the bushes.  Both pups were learning
a lot and seemed really happy. As we came back in for the last time, a loud
bark echoed from the other room.  Dino cocked his head, not recognizing the
bark, and the two younger pups mimicked their teacher.  Dino took a
tentative step forward with the two pups close behind.  The puppies jerked
to a halt when Dante and Blaze enter the room.  I have used these studs
before, and brought them here to demonstrate with Dino the rules of
submission and dominance in the K9 world.

            Dante was a practiced stud full of confidence.  He was
exceptionally fit with a muscular frame and smooth body.  He carried a heavy
tool and impressive ball sack.  The smooth, shaved skin was pulled tight by
two hefty orbs that hung low and swayed with each step.  His cock was
equally impressive, the shaft quite thick capped with a sharply flared head,
shiny in anticipation of the fun to follow.

            Blaze was also an experienced stud.  He was thinner than Dante,
in both body and cock.  His dick hung about 7 inches, its shaft capped with
a dark purple glans.  Visible between his legs was a plump sack that was
held tight to his body.

            I invited these two dogs to demonstrate the breeding process
with Dino.  Dante would be first, and he was instructed to demonstrate a
very gentle breeding with the little dog.  Dante had bred Dino several times
in the past, and had a way of holding the pup's slender body tightly as he
slowly pressed his big dog cock deep into his waiting ass.

            Blaze would get to show the young protégées what a rough mating
would be like.  Blaze's style wasn't Dino's favorite, but I knew he could
handle whatever Blaze had to give, and would show the young pups that while
there really wasn't a choice of whether to submit when chosen, there was
nothing to be afraid of when your time came to service a bigger, dominant
animal.

            Dino, Morgan and Casey stood still in the middle of the room as
Blaze and Dante approached.  Each big dog started with a different pup, and
slowly worked their way around all three.  I could tell Morgan and Casey
were a little nervous, not knowing they were only going to be watching the
festivities today.  When the big dogs had completed their greeting, Dino
took the lead. He stepped close, inhaled deeply, and spent the right amount
of time at the tail end of the studs, memorizing the musky scent of both
brutes.  Casey and Morgan followed his lead, paying their respects to the
impressive tails and packages that hung below the beasts.

            "Dino," I asked, "do you remember Blaze and Dante?"  Dino gave a
half hearted yip as he remembered the last time Blaze was given his ass to
satisfy himself.  He was aggressive, but Dino knew his role was to help the
bigger dogs enjoy themselves, and he tried hard to please them. Luckily,
Dante had been very gentle with the pup during the last visit, and that is
who was going to start the action.

            Dante went to Dino, and with a well-placed nudge maneuvered the
young pup to the center of the room.  The big dog went to the front of the
chosen bitch and laid down, his muscled hind legs splaying wide exposing his
inviting junk.  Without hesitation, Dino began the ritual on the big dog.  I
looked at the boys sitting at my feet and saw three hard pricks straining
toward the ceiling.

            "Casey," I said, "go help your friend get that big boy ready for
mating.  Hurry up."  Obediently, he stood up but after a step or two closer,
he stopped.  I reached down and gave him a swat on the butt, causing a
surprised yelp from the little mutt.  "Get busy, boy.  Now!"  I barked.
Casey nudged Dino a little to the side and began expertly lapping at the
hard, slick pole in front of him.  Dino moved to the hot, heavy sack draped
below, licking and slurping the sweaty crack underneath.

            When Dante was ready, he gave a bark and stood up.  Casey came
directly to my feet and sat down while Dino awaited his fate.  Dante stepped
behind the pup and bit down on the tail.  Dino steadied himself as the stud
pulled the bulb from his hot hole, giving a muffled whine when it popped
out.  "Dino, breed" I commanded, and I watched as the well trained little
dog stretched his forelegs out, leaned forward, and spread his invitation
for Dante.  The large male was ready, and immediately mounted his bitch.
With a practiced hop or two, he positioned his red rocket directly onto
Dino's target, and leaned into the task.  The little mutt strained as his
mount pressed harder against his backside.  Dino began a low whine as the
pressure built in his little ass.  Suddenly, he gave a cry, and I knew his
ass lost the battle, as I watched Dante's engorged member slide its first
few inches into the little one.  The well trained stud stopped for a moment,
as Dino quieted down and learned to accept the huge tool.  Dante soon
continued his slow fucking, pressing the entire length in, and then
immediately withdrawing almost completely, only to repeat over and over
again.

            As Dante and Dino consummated their relationship, I noticed the
k9 pricks on all three of the boys at my feet were not only hard as iron,
but leaking like sieves.  Blaze was especially impressive, his swollen
member throbbing with blood, and every few pulses squeezing a clear drop of
two of dog juice.  His cock was ready for action, and coated with his
personal lube.

            I turned my attention back to the center of the room where Dante
was giving little Dino quite a work out.  Dino was leaking too, clearly
enjoying the attention he was getting in spite of the tight cage encasing
his junk. Dante continued his heavy thrusts, slow and steady, building to an
explosive orgasm.  Soon, his pace quicken a bit and he seemed to bury his
bone even deeper into the little bitch.  Dino was moaning in time to the
pounding, when the stud slammed in deep and held still, and I watch his tail
twitch, signaling the first squirt of warm K9 nectar.  Three strong thrusts
forward caused the little pup to whine as his chute was filled with hot
doggy cum.  Dante's climax was long and hard.  He was still for several
seconds, then jerked as another wave of ecstasy convulsed through his big
body.  This continued for a few minutes until he raised up and slid his
spent rod from the tired folds of Dino's little ass.

           Dante walked in front of Dino, who immediately went to work
cleaning the sweaty stud's groin.  "Go watch, you two," I motioned to Casey
and Morgan to step closer and watch my pride and joy clean the beast.  Both
boys watched as Dino expertly licked the sticky slime from the big dog's
genitals.  "Don't forget to get under his balls," I instructed, only for the
benefit of the younger students.  Dino knew very well what was required of
the submissive dog after mating, and he knew he was lucky to have been
chosen to serve the big stud.

           When Dante was all clean, he stood up, and I motioned him to come
to me and sit at my feet.  Dino stayed in the center of the room, and I
didn't need to tell Blaze it was his turn to be the demonstration.  He knew
his role was to show a more aggressive breeding style, and I could tell Dino
remembered that as well.  He was less enthusiastic in licking and preparing
Blaze for his round of fucking, but he knew his place, and did me proud
anyway.  Still, I ordered Morgan to help, so he could get a taste of
submitting to the big dogs.  The two pups lapped at the growing meat.  I was
pleased to see Morgan quickly attack the sticky drops of fluid that appeared
at the shiny cockhead.

            After some time, Blaze had had enough, and stood to begin the
rough mating session, but before I could give Dino the breed command, I
heard Morgan give a surprised bark as Blaze mounted the young understudy.
"Blaze," I said, as I pushed his heavy body off the unprepared pup.  "Your
mate today is Dino," I said, pointing to the waiting pup.  Blaze gave a loud
bark, and again jumped up, slamming his heavy paws into the small of
Morgan's back.  Morgan gave a frightened yip, and jumped out from under the
heavy stud.  "Blaze," I shouted, "leave Morgan alone!"  The big dog would
not be dissuaded, and defiantly positioned himself near the inexperienced
pup and reared back, smacking his paws onto Morgan's back once again.
Morgan was frozen in fear.  "Blaze, wait!" I commanded, thinking how to
break the news to the new puppy.  "Morgan," I said, taking his chin in my
hand, "this was not what I planned, but it looks like Blaze has his mind
made up.  He has chosen you, and I need you to be a big, strong pup.  Can
you do that for me?"  Morgan gave a look of doubt, and I felt him quiver in
fear, but we both knew he didn't really have a choice in the matter.  "It's
OK, Morgan, I know you can be a brave puppy, and we'll all be right here
watching.  We won't let this big stud hurt you."  I tousled his hair as I
stood up, then ordered Blaze to get down.  I gently pulled Morgan to the
center of the room, and helped him get into the breeding position.  "Good
boy, Morgan.  When I say `breed,' that is how you should look."  I
generously lubed his virgin hole, then ordered Blaze to rise up on his hind
legs, his pulsing muscle wagging in front of him.  I gripped the hot tool
and spread a thick coat of grease.  As soon as I was done, Blaze wasted no
time and hopped up onto the young pup.  Two quick steps and his thick tool
was pressed tightly to Morgan's ass.  Morgan squirmed which only caused
Blaze to press into him even harder.  The little bitch whimpered and
fidgeted in fear with the heavy dog on top of him.  Blaze gripped his mate
tightly, and with a snap of his hind quarters, drove the first half of his
thick tool into the surprised puppy. Morgan gave a blood curdling scream as
his little ass was shredded by the missile being forced inside.  He
struggled to get out of the brute's grip, but the stud's muscular forelegs
gripped his prey tightly with no chance of escape.  Encouraged by the sounds
of a wounded animal, the savage beast drove the remaining length into the
damaged pup.  The noise that came from Morgan was in no way a puppy noise,
but I decided the raping he was getting was punishment enough, for now.


            True to the billing, Blaze demonstrated the rough fuck I
expected, slamming his long cock relentlessly into the young pup.  I watch
for several minutes as Morgan lost strength from the pounding.  Between
strokes, Morgan would squirm trying to escape which only caused the
vice-like forelegs of the stud to clamp tighter.  Soon, Morgan was out of
breath and looked like a little rag puppy, limply flopping as Blaze slammed
his hips forward, driving his tool deep, or being jerked backward with the
stud's thick forearms and forced onto the thick meat jutting from the hungry
stud.

            Blaze was panting and I hoped was nearing climax, since I wasn't
sure how much longer Morgan was going to last.  What started as a low whine
from Blaze built to a throaty growl as he began spewing his hot seed into
the ragged mutt.  Morgan gave a little whine as he sensed his ordeal was
almost over.  The heavy stabs continued, causing Morgan to softly whimper as
the weapon stretched the folds of his pucker.   Blaze's groin ground forward
in heavy convulsions as he drained himself completely into his spent mate.
Both dogs were quiet and I approached Morgan and lifted his face to look at
me.  "How was that, huh boy?  You did a good job.  Blaze made you a big
puppy, didn't he?"  Morgan gave a weak yip confirming that he wasn't hurt by
the ordeal.  I continued, "You were howling so loud I thought there was a
coyote in here.  Are you my big coyote, huh Morgan?"

            Blaze slowly pulled his damp stick from Morgan's aching hole.
The stud simply laid down, and spread his hind legs waiting for his
cleaning.  Morgan was woozie and without thinking wobbled over near Casey
and sat down.  "Morgan!" I shouted, causing the little pup to jump.  "Is
that the way you treat your friend, after he made you a big puppy?  You get
him cleaned up right now!"  Morgan sensed my disappointment and quickly
found the wet crotch of the beast who had raped him moments before.

            The good puppy quickly began lapping at the sticky hot flesh
that hung between the K9's legs.  "Don't forget under his balls," I
reminded, as Morgan began rooting underneath the sweaty sack.  I smiled as
the little puppy wiggled, burrowing his face deep into the crack of the
lounging stud.  Blaze spread his legs wider, allowing the little licker
better access to his moist heat.

            Morgan completed his task and Blaze stood up satisfied.  He and
Dante went to the door to be let out, and Dino raced to follow the big
dogs.  Not wanting to be left behind, Casey and Morgan followed, and soon
the yard was full of males of all sizes, sniffing, playing, and pissing the
rest of the afternoon away.



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