Clay managed to wake up before his coach did the day following the cemetery visit. Just as he had planned to. He managed to grab a few things from the compartment in his nightstand quietly enough to avoid waking the older man, and then carefully made his way to the bathroom. He closed the door softly behind himself before hitting the light. The boy then laid the contents of the nightstand on top of the counter.
What Clay had taken, was the pup gear Coach had gifted him with earlier that week. He fingered the collar lightly in his hand before looking in the mirror to watch himself put it on for the first time. The holes lined up well enough for it to be snug, but not too tight or loose. A perfect fit. The feel of the strap around his throat combined with the anticipation of what the boy had planned made his dick begin to stir. He moved the silver ring of the collar to rest below his Adam's apple. Next, Clay picked up the black box with the hood still unwrapped inside. He pulled it free of the cardboard and cellophane and snapped the snout piece to the main hood. He took a nervous little breath in and put it on. It took him a second to get it straight, but when he was finished, the boy was quite happy with how he looked in it so far. He could only hope Coach Duncan liked the way it looked on him too.
"It's Sir when in the collar, Clay." He reminded himself out loud in a hushed whisper. He didn't want to go forgetting the rule after all. When Clay was done admiring how he looked in his hood, he picked up the next item and stared at it with mild awe. He was really about to shove a puppy tail butt plug inside of himself. He gently grabbed the small jar of Vaseline from the counter. (Coach had suggested it as a good lubricant that didn't have any taste and that didn't leave their hands sticky the entire time they had sex.) Clay gently dipped the tip of the plug into the gel and twisted it a bit, effectively coating it with a layer halfway up. He used a finger to spread it around a bit better before grabbing another dab of the stuff with the same finger and bringing it down to his entrance. He smoothed the substance over the puckered skin and, once he had the outside coated, gently began to press the digit into himself. He felt himself give and the appendage began gliding in. He found there wasn't hardly any discomfort at the feeling. Though, that finger was far smaller than his Sir, so he grabbed some more lube and pressed a pair in the second time, working three in by the end. Clay was moving and twisting his digits while he penetrated himself so there was plenty to coat Coach's fat dick when the time came. He added just a bit more gel for caution as deep as he could manage before removing his hand. Clay was thankful to see that at least he was clean down there.
He brought the plug to his rectum and, with a deep breath, slowly spread himself apart with the silicone piece. He had to fuck himself gently with it a bit to take the plug. (Coach chose a larger one to help the boy accommodate to his size better when preparing.) After a few seconds of this, he pushed deep with a grunt and felt the widest part slip in, the rest being pulled inwards as he closed tightly around it. It was snugly pressing into his prostate as he clenched on it a few times to be sure it would stay. It didn't budge aside from wiggling a bit from the motion. Clay cleaned the excess lube from his hand with a rag before standing up and turning sideways a bit to admire the accessory.
A few days ago, Clayton Knotter was a virgin with no sexual experience aside from kissing a handful of girls. Today, he gazed at himself in his pup gear for the first time. From the hood, to the collar, to his tail, he loved the feeling and look of the costume already. (His now fully erect dick was plenty testament to that.) He wiggled his ass a bit to watch the tail of the plug happily wave around in return. He smiled beneath his hood, took one last view at the new, yellow and black pup in the mirror, and hit the lights. He gave his vision a moment to adjust to the dark before he opened the door slowly and made his way to his sleeping Sir's side of the bed.
Coach's awakening wasn't nearly as planned as the boy's had been, but he wasn't complaining. Then again, not many men would complain about waking up with a hot mouth wrapped around their tool. He bucked his hips lightly and let a moan out as his cock quickly began to come to life. He opened his eyes to watch his boy service his rod but was met with a pleasant surprise instead. The kid had donned his pup gear, and the eyes behind the hood bobbing on his tool shone with a bit of mischief and playfulness. Coach took a moment to admire how cute a pup his boy made and how wonderful he looked in his collar specifically, Then he reached a strong hand down to idly pet the kid's head while he worked at the shaft. Coach spoke firmly as he did so.
"Well, well, looks like a little puppy wandered into my bedroom in the middle of the night. Hey pup, you lost? Don't see a tag on that collar, so maybe you're just a stray huh? Don't worry pup, I'll give you a nice home. I couldn't just drop off such a good boy at the pound after all... Poor thing must be starving, Judging by the way you're slobbering on that bone down there, Huh? Well eat up pup, there's plenty more where that came from." As if to accept the offer of more bone, Clay brought his head down to take the pillar all the way down his throat to the thick base. He found he liked the feel of the snout extending from the hood, collapsing to press against his own nose as he went down on the man. Clay pulled himself off his Sir's dick and looked at him cheerfully, he wiggled his butt a little to convey he was indeed a very good boy and a very happy pup. Coach hadn't noticed the tail protruding from the kid's backside until he saw it wiggling in place. The sight made his Manhood jump in response.
Coach stopped and admired the playful pup in his gear for a bit longer before sitting up in bed and gently patting his left hand on the blanket, motioning for the pup to join him. The yellow puppy eagerly hopped in place on the bed, and stood on all fours as his tail simply kept on wagging. Clay remembered some tips from the online clips he'd seen, so he tried to keep his actions as puppy-like as he could. (Including little to no talking.) He leaned his head forward and placed his snout at the man's armpit, sniffing lightly a few times before pulling his head away and tilting it just a bit. His wagging speed increased at the whiff of Coach's smell.
"Oh, you like that pup? Well, sniff away." Coach folded his arms behind his head and let the pup get his fill on whatever he wanted to sniff at. The pup definitely did, he continued to sniff and lick all over the rough and muscular body for the next few minutes. Eventually, he sniffed his Sir's crotch again and, playfully, lowered his upper body and stuck his ass in the air. His plug waved happily to the coach in his play bow position before throwing his head back and letting out a little bark for the man. Coach thought it was adorable how eager his puppy was being, and as he saw no reason to deprive the pup, He patted the boy's head a bit before more before climbing on his own knees to tower over the enthusiastic kid before speaking in his dirty voice.
"I'd be happy to play with you pup, but in this house, I'm the Alpha. You want me to breed you like an alpha breeds a bitch in heat? " Clay simply let out a cheery yip, and turned his body so his ass was presented up to his Sir. His tail lightly tapped against the Larger man's stiff dick as he did, eliciting a smirk from the Coach before he slapped his ass hard, praising the pup afterwards.
