Petplay breeder! Titus
Titus got into the hobby because, quite frankly, he was bored.
So he found himself in just the right circles learning about how to make the perfect puppy boy.
He started that month.
He didn't even mean to start doing it, he just so happened to find the perfect puppy candidate in the hotel lobby trying to get a room.
It was so easy to just insert himself into the conversation and convince the stupid dog that he got it a room upgrade and that it can just follow him to the new room.
All it took were a few sweet words and the dog was eating out of the palm of his hand.
He had self control though, he knew to wait until the dog’s very last night in the hotel to strike.
Titus sent up a meal for the puppy, on the house. It was spiked with sedatives of course, but the puppy didn't need to know that.
He waited until the puppy would’ve been just drowsy enough before unlocking the door with his master key and scooping the poor little thing into his arms.
The puppy protested, of course, but Titus silenced that by taking off the tie he'd been wearing and gagging the stupid mutt with it.
He’d carried it into his suite and put it in the bath, washing his new puppy carefully and wrapping it up in a towel when he was done.
If he was mean about it and shoved his fingers up the poor puppy's hole to make sure it was clean, then that was his business.
He put the puppy in its crate for the night and strapped a muzzle onto its sleepy face.
The training started the very next day.
The dog had to be drugged regularly either by shots or by drugged food. The idiot was too bratty for his own good.
Titus made sure that he found a nice dog groomer to clean up his puppy’s hairstyle and a good leatherworker who could make custom harnesses and collars for the boy
It was slow progress, teaching the boy how to behave. Titus had to crate him every time the puppy tried to walk on two feet. He used a shock collar to teach the dog not to speak without being spoken to.
Eventually he switched to using treats to enforce the behavior he liked. He liked when the puppy crawled to him and laid its head on his lap. He liked when his good boy crawled into his kennel without being told to.
Eventually the muzzle came off because the puppy didn't try to scream for help anymore
The first trick he taught was stand
The poor little boy had to be dragged up by the neck to stand on shaky legs. He’d looked so nervous, but he calmed down when Titus gave him a treat- a few soft touches to the boy’s puppyparts.
Then he taught the boy the trick “sit”.
Titus had suctioned a nicely sized dildo on the floor. He’d do this part himself, but he needed to see his boy’s form. He'd even been nice and lubed up the stupid silicone cock.
He could've made his puppy take it dry.
Titus used the command “stand” to get his puppy up on two legs. He positioned the dog over the toy and said the magic words: “sit”.
It took two tries for the puppy to sit, his big watery eyes looking at Titus in confusion.
The puppy finally got onto his knees and slowly sank onto the toy, whining the whole time. He only put the tip in at first and Titus frowned.
Titus simply corrected this bad behavior by grabbing his puppy’s shoulder and pushing him down until the dog was fully settled on the toy.
Truly, this was the most happy Titus had been in quite a while. And if anyone asked about the shy boy who followed Titus around with a dog’s harness on over his clothes,
All Titus had to say was
“He's my good boy.”
