Plural, nervous, and horny, Thomas seeks out a special place where he can be himself... or possibly someone else?
🧪trigger warnings: discussion of switching, dissociation, plurality etc., nsfw, pet/puppy play, anxiety, weed smoking, intox, orgasm denial if you squint
🦴terms used: puppycock
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Thomas wasn't sure what he was doing here. The barking in his head was making his head ache and he just wanted it to stop.
He strolled up to the nondescript building. It looked more like a warehouse or disgusting office space than a club. His stomach felt uneasy and he checked the instructions he had been texted that morning.
Go to xxxxx. Knock 5 times. Do not knock too loudly. Someone will bring you up. Trust me, pup. I will take care of you. -Z
The barking got louder and he had the urge to make some sort of noise, move or scream. It was just so loud inside. It was always so fucking loud... and this would make it stop... or so she said.
He knocked 5 times, probably too gently, but still the door opened immediately.
When he saw a mousy looking trans woman with a clipboard, he felt more at ease. This was the place after all. She peered over her glasses at him. She looked almost bored.
"Name?" She asked.
"Uh-" His voice stuck in his throat. He hadn't said the name aloud before. "Buddy."
She checked something off and instructed him to come in. She led him through dim hallways into a surprisingly warm lobby. It had couches not chairs like a hospital. He sat anxiously waiting. Maybe this was all an elaborate joke. It felt impossible this could be real.
When they walked in the room, Thomas and Buddy recognized them immediately. Thomas only had the feeling that she wasn't what he was expecting before Buddy was in front trying to sit pretty for his new owner.
"Hi, I'm Z." They said and reached out a warm hand.
Buddy took it reverently and shook it. Thomas felt a little unnerved by all of this. It must have shown on their face, because Z looked them up and down. "I'm sure this is frightening. We won't rush into anything you don't like. Tell me if you feel unsafe. That's rule number one. I'm very strict about this rule. Tell me you understand dog."
They spoke kindly and didn't change their tone almost at all throughout, but there was a little menace to the last words that sent a thrill through the whole body.
"Yes," He swallowed and ducked his head. "Master."
It felt good to say. Terrifying, but incredible. He wanted to be allowed to say it over and over again. He had no idea how to ask so he stayed quiet.
"Let me help you turn off your brain, Buddy." They said and it felt true. It felt real. Thomas breathed. This would work.
Now that he was here, it was hard to stay fully present. Buddy was pushing forward and overwhelming him, but he couldn't let go. This was too dangerous and he shouldn't be here.
He could smell a comforting scent on the air as he was led into an even more intimate space. This area was draped with fabric hanging and crossing in an elaborate set up that created a beautiful tent to crawl under. There was a comfortable looking rolling desk chair set just outside the entrance. There was a desk, inexplicably, in the corner and Master rolled the chair over to the desk and sat down. They looked over some papers. Thomas stood nearby awkwardly waiting behind them.
"You filled out a checklist before you arrived. Can you read it over once more and sign here acknowledging that you are being honest with me?" Their eyes were a mysterious color that was just a little too light for their dark hair and it gave Master an unnerving power to their gaze.
Thomas swallowed, letting some moisture flow back into his dry throat. He coughed slightly before speaking. "I do- did. I was being honest."
Master allowed him a gentle smile when he said it. "It can be hard to be honest. I'm proud of you."
The rush of emotion from inside was deafening and dizzying for a moment. Proud of me. He repeated it in his mind for a few seconds. Master just waited there patiently until he nodded and signed.
"Good. Would you like to undress?" Master asked.
He didn't want to choose. He wished they had just told him to get naked. He didn't know what the right choice was. He just wanted to be good. Buddy whined audibly and Master's eyes found his.
"Undress to your underwear, puppy." Master commanded, as if they could read his mind.
It was a relief and he jumped to obey. He looked around to see where to put his clothes down and Master took them from his hands. They folded the clothes he handed over, but mostly watched him closely.
After he had undressed to his boxers, he stood uncomfortable. He hadn't been sure if he should remove his binder, so he hadn't.
"Is it easier with this?" Master asked, but they wrapped a hand around the shoulder strap and tugged Buddy forward by it. He couldn't articulate properly, so he just nodded desperately. He wasn't ready to have his chest exposed here. It didn't feel safe. Thomas couldn't let go and relax here if he had to take it off now. He was sure of it.
It shocked him that Master just nodded back. They busied themself with a selection of tools behind them that Buddy couldn't really see.
"We are just going to play for this first session, mutt." Master told him. "I decide what you are ready to handle here... but you can ask."
Master smiled as if this was a trick somehow, but Buddy just nodded. Anything. Anything to be good.
"Sit down on the ground with a comfortable pillow, puppy." Master was checking over the paperwork one last time as they spoke.
They sat on a couch inside the blanket tent and pulled a few items from a drawer next to them. The tent had seats placed in odd spots in between was cushions and blankets layering the floor.
"Take a big deep breath in, pup." Master said. Thomas had been looking around and when Master spoke he looked toward them.
A joint was being pressed in Buddy's lips and he inhaled obediently. Thomas coughed a little. He looked up at Master nervously.
"As long as you obey me and my rules, you are doing good, doggy. You don't need to worry." Master told him.
That wasn't it exactly, but Thomas didn't know what else to say or if he should speak at all. "I'm... not sure I can do this." He said, hesitantly.
Master fixed him with an intense gaze and didn't move or speak at first. They just watched him for a while. "You need to let me in, sweetie. You need to let Buddy play. You are just a little doggy."
He wasn't sure if it was the weed or the words, but it made his head swirl immediately. His vision felt a little like a camera readjusting itself as the world spun for a dizzying second. "Oh... okay." He spoke hoarsely.
"Finish that and lay down on the floor." Master commanded.
Thomas laid belly down in his binder and underwear. His socks were still on, because he hadn't wanted to take them off for some reason and the pillows were soft and comfortable, but he just couldn't do this. It was too much. He couldn't just relax and let this person do whatever they wanted to him.
"Close your eyes." Master said. He could feel them move down to the ground and settle as well. "I'm going to touch you now. Only your back at first."
"M-" Thomas cleared his throat. "Master... umm... I don't think I want to have sex." He said finally. That was it. This was over.
Master just hummed and started to rub his back. There was a drawn out silence as Thomas felt his muscles relaxing. Finally, they spoke. "You are safe, puppy. Close your eyes."
He hadn't realized he hadn't obeyed the command the first time and rushed to close them. Buddy was loud in the back of Thomas' mind and he felt himself start to sweat a little.
Master spoke again. "I am going to touch your back. I'm only going to touch your back."
"Uh- Okay." Thomas replied. He should leave. He should leave. He can't leave. He had come so far for this.
"Buddy." Master's voice was firm. "I am not going to fuck you. Right now, I am going to rub your sore muscles. I want you to relax and remember that you are just a stupid dog and all you need to do is lay down and obey. I don't need to have sex with you to be pleased with you, pup."
Thomas' eyes fluttered open then closed again as Master started pressing into the muscles. Firmly, they planted large palms against his spine and pressed and manipulated the muscles.
"I won't do anything you don't want, Buddy. Let go and relax. I will take care of you. I promise you are safe." Master spoke in his ear, close and breathy. Their chest, large breasts contained under a well worn t-shirt, pressed against his back and Buddy sighed blissfully.
"Thank you." He said. He finally was safe and happy. Everything was going to be okay. He was just a dog and all he had to do was obey. He rolled in his own mind at the expanse of freedom.
He hid his face, ashamed. Master stroked his hair and it felt almost loving. "You are okay, little puppy."
About 10 minutes into the massage, Buddy felt a pooling liquid in his underwear and shifted in embarrassment. "I'm all wet." He whined, pathetically.
Thomas recoiled internally in embarrassment. He shifted, thighs rubbing together, and the little bit of friction sent strange sensations up his body from his groin. Buddy had been thinking about this for so so long and he had waited for weeks searching for someone, anyone, who could help with his unique... problem.
Master's hand tangled in Buddy's hair on the base of his skull and held it firmly in place. "Are you ready for Master to pet you and play with you?" They asked. Their voice was sweet and gentle, almost maternal, but the weight of them on his back pressing down as they spoke reminded him of the dirty movies he had seen where men struggle against each other. Their bodies were always oiled and muscular, but Buddy's was soft and curvy. He felt a moment of dysphoria, but as he did Master pulled on his hair gently allowing him to rise to his knees.
They released him and moved a cushioned stool nearby insteadof asking Buddy to move. He sat patiently, obediently, expectantly. Thomas felt so self concious for a fleeting second, before all of his thoughts were distracted by Master removing their shirt to reveal a black sports bra.
Master had a body, while bigger than Buddy, it was similar in shape to him. It felt good to be with someone who had treated him like a boy and a dog and kept him safe. He felt so lucky and happy here. He never wanted to go home and have to be quiet again.
Master held a brand new dog bone toy in front of his face wiggling it back and forth. He followed it with his whole head, tantalized and desperate. When they allowed him to take it in his mouth, he looked up at Master joyfully.
Am I good? He thought. Am I good? Am I good? Am I good?
Master stroked his hair and his face carefully.
"Do you enjoy being submissive, pet?" Master asked.
Buddy nodded. Yes yes yes, he thought. Yes! That's all he wanted.
"Good boy." Master said for the very first time. A shock of pleasure ran through Buddy.
"Thamk ooo, Masur." Buddy groaned around the toy bone.
Master scratched at the roots of Buddy's hair and his body relaxed even further into their lap.
"Can Master touch your neck?" They asked, casually.
He nodded, dreamily, unable to talk around the bone and he didn't want to speak anyway. Dogs didn't talk.
Master ran light caressing fingers along his neck and up his cheeks.
After a moment, they spoke again, "Can I touch your chest, puppy?"
Buddy was beyond being nervous or self conscious and simply nodded. Master ran a hand across the binder and down along his arms. He shivered at the contact. He felt so calm and peaceful being touched like this. He was just a dog being groped by his master. It would all be okay.
"Can I touch your little tummy?" Master asked. Buddy nodded again.
Master's hands traveled down to his stomach and their fingertips skated across the surface of his skin. He wiggled backward into their open legs, giggling.
"It tickles." Buddy groaned, around the obtrusion. He nuzzled into their leg with his nose.
Master pressed their palms into his ribcage and pulled him into them firmly. They breathed deeply and it felt electric just to listen to them breath so close to him.
"Can I touch your puppy parts?" Master asked, voice dripping with sweetness.
Buddy nodded. The thought that tried to emerge fell away as Master fulfilled their word and pushed their fingers against the fabric covering his swollen puppycock. All remaining objections were silent for a second before the dam broke and they all came rushing back in, but Buddy couldn't understand them anymore and he didn't care what they were saying. It was just sensation.
He listed the sensations in his mind.
Pressure against the back of his back and throat pushed against Master's knees. The snug way Buddy was held against their arm as it found his most private areas. The fingers that slid, so wet it was embarrassing, under his underwear and moving around his puppy cock. He had a flash of fear thinking what if Master pushed inside him or wanted more, but they didn't ask for more or push further. The wandering fingers only made journey across the connecting tissues of his cock. Master's fingers pressed hard into the tender skin above and under and right there. Right there. Right there. Buddy gasped. He was so close. It was sudden. too sudden. He didn't know how to ask permission yet.
Master read his mind just as they had before. "Do you need something, mutt?" They asked. Their voice was patient and loving. Buddy whined and squirmed desperately against their legs where he was pinned in place.
"Please. Can I-" Buddy gasped out.
"Use your words." Master instructed in that patient unnerving tone.
"I need to cum. Please can I cum? May I? Please?" Buddy corrected himself, afraid anything less than polite and proper would mean he wasn't allowed to let it happen.
Master grinned down at him. The light behind their head made it hard to see every feature, but the crinkled eyes and smile were visible. He whined, finally completely losing control and awareness and letting himself fall deep into the feeling of being forced and told how his body was allowed to behave. It was so peaceful for this one moment.
"Yes. You may." Master said. The peaceful feeling changed sharp and sudden into a river coursing through him, down the lines where Master's hands had trailed down his body. It felt like water and flame at once. His body alive fully and totally here now with Master tethering him in place.
It felt good. So good. He was so thankful for being allowed to be good.
Master's hand settled heavy on his shoulder and he came back to himself finally. Back in the dim, decorated room full of pillows.
He felt a sudden pang of anxiety and vulnerability. Still in his rawest self, he found himself nosing at the leg of Master whining like a dog. "Am I good? Am I a good boy?" He asked, desperate to be told it was okay.
Master pet him down his hair and back in long, firm, soothing strokes. "Yes, puppy. You were so good. Thank you for being such a sweet little doggy for me."
It was joy that emerged victorious at those words out of his fear. He knew they weren't lying. He didn't know why, but he believed Master at their word.
"How do you feel now?" Master asked. They moved to stand, but didn't seperate themself from where Buddy was clinging to their leg.
"I feel better." He said. It was a relief to get to be free for a moment. The feeling of being Buddy started to fade and Thomas came back to himself, waking almost as if from a dream. He felt uneasy, shifting around, clinging with less enthusiasm.
"Would you like some green tea?" Master asked.
He nodded and Master did something with their phone he couldn't see. They stood, petting him on the top of his head until the door opened and the woman from out front came in with a piece of paper and a mug. Master took both and, as she left, they settled the mug into Thomas' grasp.
"That was... um.. really great." Thomas started, feeling like he had to say something.
"It's okay if you aren't feeling comfortable now that you are finished." Master told him. The tone was still nice and patient and warm. It just didn't fill him with that same overwhelming feeling now. He didn't want to hurt this person's feelings, especially after they had given him something he was desperate to find.
"I'm not uncomfortable." He lied.
Master didn't sit back near him, but instead pulled their chair to face where he was still on the floor.
"It's okay. I know." They said and it felt as if they might actually be telling the truth. Thomas breathed out too quickly and grimaced, cringing into himself.
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Master made him sit for several more minutes and they spoke a bit about how he felt and asked him awkward questions about safety. He was grateful, but without the feeling of Buddy in his mind it felt so off-kilter.
Thomas walked home alone from the dank building. He breathed in and out, one long breath of relief. Now he was alone, he could appreciate all that Master had done for him and even allow Buddy to look forward to a 'next time'.
As he walked, he thought of the emails he had exchanged before today with Master. He had pretty must asked for exactly this in the email discussions. Master had been clear about almost every little thing and he had been surprised there were more papers to look at in person. He wondered why Master bothered with all that when he would've come here to meet with them anyway. It helped though.
He opened his phone as he turned the corner away from Master's street.
Thomas wasn't sure what he was doing here. The barking in his head was making his head ache and he just wanted it to stop.
He strolled up to the nondescript building. It looked more like a warehouse or disgusting office space than a club. His stomach felt uneasy and he checked the instructions he had been texted that morning.
*Go to xxxxx. Knock 5 times. Do not knock too loudly. Someone will bring you up. Trust me, pup. I will take care of you. -Z*
The barking got louder and he had the urge to make some sort of noise, move or scream. It was just so loud inside. It was always so fucking loud… and this would make it stop… or so master said.
He knocked 5 times, probably too gently, but still the door opened immediately.
When he saw a mousy looking trans woman with a clipboard, he felt more at ease. This was the place after all. She peered over her glasses at him. She looked almost bored.
"Name?" She asked.
"Uh-" His voice stuck in his throat. He hadn't said the name aloud before. "Buddy."
She checked something off and instructed him to come in. She led him through dim hallways into a surprisingly warm lobby. It had couches not chairs like a hospital. He sat anxiously waiting. Maybe this was all an elaborate joke. It felt impossible this could be real.
When they walked in the room, Thomas and Buddy recognized them immediately. Thomas only had the feeling that she wasn't what he was expecting before Buddy was in front trying to sit pretty for his new owner.
"Hi, I'm Z." They said and reached out a warm hand.
Buddy took it reverently and shook it. Thomas felt a little unnerved by all of this. It must have shown on their face, because Z looked them up and down. "I'm sure this is frightening. We won't rush into anything you don't like. Tell me if you feel unsafe. That's rule number one. I'm very strict about this rule. Tell me you understand dog."
They spoke kindly and didn't change their tone almost at all throughout, but there was a little menace to the last words that sent a thrill through the whole body.
"Yes," He swallowed and ducked his head. "Master."
It felt good to say. Terrifying, but incredible. He wanted to be allowed to say it over and over again. He had no idea how to ask so he stayed quiet.
"Let me help you turn off your brain, Buddy." They said and it felt true. It felt real. Thomas breathed. This would work.
Y’know those people that come to a party just to play with the dog?
Leash me up in the spare room, allow your guests to come use me to get away from the noise of the party. They’re so loud out there, no one could hear any sound I make while your friends use my holes for stress relief.
getting hard while you hold someone in your arms and feeling them awkwardly readjust so they're not touching you down there and you know they're just trying to play it cool like they didn't notice so you grab them and pull them against you and their breath hitches and you feel them starting to get aroused too so you hug them closer to you and stroke their back and coo softly at them and you feel the heat of their embarrassment and arousal and shame radiating off them and their breath is coming in ragged gasps now and they start involuntarily grinding on you because it's too much all at once and........
i'm gonna be so for real. i have dyscalculia so if your birth year is in your bio, but not your age.. i can't work that shit out so i have to block just incase 😭
i would love to get a puppy on their knees and tell them to hold their hands out. make them hold up a tray while i roll us a joint. if they can keep it steady, i'll even let them cockwarm a vibe.
when i'm finished rolling, i'll take a hit. then i'll get them to hold the joint in their mouth while i grab the back of their hair and tell them when to inhale, when to exhale.
i'll pet them as they cough and splutter and look up at me through watery eyes. i want to watch the braincells fade out of them as they smoke too much. you're in for a long night pup!
