Pup Days

Chapter 1 -- Handler Bryce

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This is a standalone series, but also acts as a sequel to my previous series 'Dog Days Are Beginning'. We'll be revisiting some much loved characters as well as meeting a whole cast of brand new characters in deliciously erotic, kinky situations. Hope you enjoy it. Henry x.

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To wake up smiling is to know joy. That's how Bryce felt, a lazy smile across his face as he was stirred awake. His eyes were closed against the early morning sunshine that peaked through the window.

His smile turned to laughter as a tickling sensation spread through his foot that dangled over the edge of the bed.

'Puppy,' he said, pulling his foot away and opening his eyes.

His husband, who was in his pup hood, mitts, collar and tail, sat on his haunches on his dog bed beside the larger king-sized bed. He gazed up at Bryce, his owner, through the eye holes of his hood. His tail plug was wagging. He had been enjoying licking Bryce's foot.

'Good morning Juno,' Bryce sat up, calling his husband by his pup name.

Juno barked and placed two paws on the bed.

'Ah, ah, down, boy,' Bryce held up a warning finger.

The pup complied, lowering himself back to all fours.

'Good, boy,' Bryce petted the pup on his head with a large, firm hand.

Juno closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his handler rubbing him.

'You've got me horny,' Bryce looked down to his crotch where his dick was rock hard. 'Naughty, boy,' he grinned.

Juno panted, his tongue lolling out from underneath the hood. His eyes squinted as he smiled.

'Alright, go on, since you slept all night in your doggy bed, you deserve a reward,' Bryce nodded his head towards his crotch.

Juno took no time to react as he leapt onto the bed, excitedly rubbing his face all over the handler's muscular body before he buried his muzzle in Bryce's crotch. The pup swallowed the long shaft, taking it deep into his mouth.

Bryce moaned, feeling the pup's tongue play with his cock. He stretched, raising his hands over his head and shaking the sleep from his body. Placing his hands behind his head, he relaxed into the pleasure, letting his pup work away on his bone as it stood to attention. He gazed down at the pup in his crotch.

Juno's hooded head bobbed up and down, rising up off the dick before plunging back down the length of it again until his muzzle hit the handler's stomach. The dick was soon wet with the slobber of the pup's saliva.

'Good, boy. Enjoy your Sir's bone,' Bryce cooed. He had been married to his husband for years, but never got tired of their intimacy, especially when his husband donned his pup gear as Juno.

Looking down at his pup now, on all fours, his hands encased in pup mitts, his head covered in a hood, a leather collar wrapped around his neck, a tail plug swishing back and forth against a bubble butt, Bryce smiled with deep contentment. Having a husband that doubled as a pet, specifically a pup, turned him on like no one's business. Being a handler was his kink, but having a life partner that was his puppy made it all the more romantic and intimate. He loved waking up to the sight of his cute pup and imagining all the fun they would get up to as handler and pup. He was a lucky guy to have found Juno, and it made his heart skip a beat that Juno loved being his pup too.

'Uhh, you're working it so well this morning, pup. You must've been hungry. I'm going to cum,' Bryce inhaled, feeling his body go rigid.

Juno pulled off his dick and gazed with wonder as Bryce's cock shot ropes of cum like a volcano erupting.

Bryce groaned as he rode the orgasm, throwing his head back against the pillow. He collected himself as the cum from his dick soon ceased.

'Ohh, good, boy,' Bryce reached down and petted his pup as Juno licked up the cum that had splattered onto his owner's abs.

Bryce laughed at the tickle of his pup's tongue gliding across his body as he lapped up the warm cum, his tail wagging happily.

The handler lay back, letting the pup explore the rest of his body before wrapping up in each other in a warm embrace.

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Bryce brought his car to a stop in the car park and turned off the engine, making the cool air conditioning cease. He stepped out of the car, the heavy heat of the summer afternoon hitting him like a wall.

The tall, bearded, muscular Irish man made his way over to a large building emblazoned with a sign that read, 'Paws: Pup Play Training & Kennels'. It was crested with cartoon illustrations of human pups smiling happily beneath hoods. Bryce was manager and head handler at the training facility and kennels. The 41-year-old walked into the entrance with a gainly confidence that reflected his natural dominance and leadership.

'Afternoon, Stuart. Ready for the new set of pups?' Bryce asked, walking by the sleek, modern reception. 'We've got the course starting this afternoon. They should be arriving in the next hour.' The facility had an eight-week course in pup play training for pups and handlers beginning today.

'Looking forward to it!' The young twink winked warmly from behind the desk. His disposition was cheerful as always.

Bryce continued on through some double-doors, down some corridors, into the back area. He bumped into Serg in one of the offices leaving through some papers.

'Hey, Bryce, just getting the paperwork together for the trainee pups,' Serg said, looking up. He was a handsome black dom in his mid-30s. He was deputy handler at the facility, second-in-command to Bryce. His t-shirt had the word 'Handler' written across it and he wore tight leather pants, always good when dealing with frisky human pups all day.

'Great, thanks. Hopefully this is a good bunch. The last cohort had some right bold boys,' Bryce laughed, reminiscing on how the previous eight-week course had been one of their most difficult, with the majority of the pups needing some harsh lessons in disobedience.

'Fingers and paws crossed we'll get a good lot this time,' Serg gathered some papers and forms as Bryce left him to it.

Bryce made his way down to the changing rooms so he could get into his handler gear. He shuffled out of his casual clothes and got into his uniform: a black leather that hugged snugly to his muscular arms, wide hairy chest, broad back and strong torso. The material creaked as it caressed his biceps, pecs, shoulders and abs.

He moved his hairy muscular arms and smoothened out the leather, feeling his powerful body underneath. It nearly gave him a semi from the feeling. He shook his head, trying not to get distracted by how turned on he was getting. He had work to do in preparation for the course.

Sitting down, he slipped into the leather pants, the material tightly enveloping his strong thighs and calves. They sat nicely on his bubble butt, feeling fantastic on his skin down his legs.

Finally, he slipped into his black leather boots, recently shined and looking pristine. The smell of leather from his uniform wafted up to his nose, threatening again to turn him on.

He looked at himself in the mirror: a powerful masc figure in a full leatherman outfit. He turned a few times, content with what he saw looking back. His dominance oozed not only from the clothes, but also from how he held himself: strong steady gaze, neutral expression, handsome face, well-groomed, back straight, chin up.

He smiled. Proud of the man he had become, embracing his natural dominance, working on his mental well-being in and out of kink, creating a body he was happy in. It was a long journey, but he took the moment to have gratitude.

He was the manager and head handler of a human pup training facility. He got to work wonderful kinksters every day, on his staff and also with the people he trained, helped and advised: all types of pups and handlers from various walks of life, all ages of adults from endless backgrounds. It was something he couldn't have even dreamt of in his wildest dreams when he had first started exploring kink over two decades ago.

Inhaling a deep breath, he closed his eyes and took a beat. He exhaled and opened them.

'Let's go,' he smiled and winked at himself.

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Bryce made his way down the corridors to the section of the building that housed the kennels. As he approached he could hear the rumblings that were usually associated with this part of the building.

He unlocked the door to the kennels and a cacophony of sound hit him like a wave. Barking, whining and howling filled the air. Human pups in cages making quite the racket.

'Settle down pups,' Bryce yelled, trying to get the kennels under control. The long room was lined with caged off sections, each housing a single human pup. The cages were locked and secured to keep the pups safe. Each cage had a dog bed and some blankets to keep the pups warm, a dog bowl filled with water and a drain in the corner just in case the pups needed to relieve themselves, but they usually kept that until a designated time when they could relieve themselves outside. The room was kept at a warm temperature so the pups wouldn't get too cold.

The kennels housed the pups who boarded at the facility as opposed to pups who trained at the school and went home after each session. There were short, medium and long-term residents in the kennels. Some stayed for a day or two, some spent a few weeks and others were in it for the long haul - voluntarily or not.

Each of the pups were in full pup gear: hood, collar and tag, pup mitts, tail plug and knee pads. Some of the randier or brazen pups had cock cages on to keep them in line.

'Hey, Bryce,' Harry, the assistant handler at the facility, came running up to him looking flustered. 'Sorry, I don't know what's got them so riled up today. I think they just know there's a new set of pups coming to train so they're giving them the royal welcome.' Harry was a young Vietnamese handler in his early 20s, still learning the ropes with handling rowdier pups, but he had good potential to be a dominant handler.

'No worries, they always get like this,' Bryce patted the assistant on the shoulder. 'Got everything in the main hall all prepped for the newbies?'

'Yep, I set up all the gear and equipment, so we're all good to go. I just need to check a few things. Do you mind trying to get these guys to settle down?' Harry asked, trying to be heard over the noise of the pups' barks and howls.'

'Sure, you go on ahead,' Bryce told him as the assistant scurried away.

Bryce turned to the line of cages. 'Alright, alright. Daddy's here. Calm down,' his voice boomed down the length of the room, firm, but assertive in trying to get the pups under control.

'Easy boys, easy,' he hushed, calming the atmosphere as the din quietened down. 'What's gotten into you, eh?' he asked the pup in the first cage he came to.

Bryce lowered himself to a crouch and looked through the bars of the cage at Coco. He was a 31-year-old Brazilian guy, a cute cub who liked to spend a few hours each weekend at the kennels to pup out in search of a new owner. The weekends were when most potential owners liked to visit.

Coco had broken up with his boyfriend a few months ago and hence he was without a handler. He had only recently decided to get back on the market and search for a new owner. He barked happily and wagged the tail in his butt at seeing Bryce, his big brown eyes looking adorable peering out from under the hood.

'You being a good boy, Coco?' Bryce reached in through the bars and gave the pup a rub on his head.

Coco leaned into the handler's palm, feeling the reassuring firmness of Bryce's hand.

'Behave and a new owner might think about taking you home,' Bryce rose from his haunches and walked on.

In the next cage was a spritely young pup, Rex, 27-year-old Irish jock. He was a muscley guy who enjoyed pupping out at the facility from time to time. He was their residential emotional support pup, always happy to help out with younger or newer pups who were timid or inexperienced with pup play. Oftentimes, the handlers would use him to help train the other pups. Rex had an owner at home, his boyfriend who was in his 50s and loved how his pup volunteered his time helping at the pup school.

'Good to see you, Rex. How are you?' Bryce beamed down at the confident pup, who bounced on his mitts and tossed his head from side to side. 'That's a good helper pup,' he threw the pup a treat who happily gobbled it up.

Next to Rex's cage was a young Mexican pup, Pablo, only 19 and down on this luck. He had recently been outed to his parents, who had also found his pup gear in his room. They were quite religious and had called his sexuality and fetish interest as a perversion and kicked him out of home. With nowhere to go, Pablo had taken shelter in the kennels and found a new found family among the staff and other pups. He was learning to embrace his pup self.

Bryce had offered a place to stay at the facility, in or out of pup mode, whatever he preferred. He split his time sleeping in the cage as a pup and a back room that had been converted from an empty office into a makeshift bedroom where he spent his time when not in pup mode. Bryce had also offered the eight-week course for free so he could explore his pup side, which he gratefully accepted.

Pablo had yet to choose a pup name, still all new to the kink. He was quietly dozing on the dog bed curled up looking adorable as Bryce passed his cage. It was remarkable how the young man could sleep through anything. He had lazy dog energy for sure as his head lay on his leather mitts and his legs cured up to his butt.

In the next cage was a troublesome pup, Razor, who growled loudly and banged against the cage.

'Ah Razor, behave boy, down,' Bryce yelled and thumped the cage, trying to get the pup to calm down.

Razor was a 37-year-old British pup who had been sentenced to five years as a pup for animal cruelty and illegal breeding practices. He lived at the kennels by court order, and had been here for 4 months, but still had behavioural problems, refusing to accept life as a human pup for the next five years. He would either live out his sentence in the kennels or with an owner, but his anger issues hadn't attracted any potential owners. The handlers had had to put a ball gag in his mouth for the foreseeable future as he shouted nothing but profanities otherwise. All he could manage now was growls or moans.

'Razor, I told you,' Bryce explained through the bars of the cage. 'The sooner you accept your fate, the better you can get on with your life as a pup. As nice as the kennels are, going home with an owner is much better than staying here,' he tried to say sternly, but with compassion.

Razor just growled through the gag and squinted his eyes angrily beneath the hood as he stood on all fours in the cage.

'One day we'll get through to you,' Bryce thought to himself as he moved on down the room, passing Pup Nomad, a 23-year-old mixed Australian-Thai pup who was backpacking around the globe in his gap year after college. He was staying for a few weeks at the kennels as a stopover. His carefree spirit was a breath of fresh air to the kennels.

'Settle down pups,' he told them as he passed.

Bryce was coming to the end of the cages. He checked in on the last few pups. Pup Archie placed his paws on the cage, happy to see Bryce.

'Hey, boy, how are we doing?' Bryce gave him a tussle on his head and face, who closed his eyes in satisfaction.

Archie was a 57-year-old Nigerian pup, one of the oldest pups that had ever stayed at the kennels. He lived locally, but had retired early so liked to spend some of his free time at the kennels; he saw the pup community as his chosen family. He was a kind and gentle pup, a warm energy exuding from him.

The last pup that Bryce came to was a recent resident at the kennels, probably the most mysterious. The staff knew very little about his background. He was in his 40s, mixed Irish-Columbian, very muscular in appearance with many tattoos and piercings. He hadn't given much information when he had filled out the form to stay at the kennels, but had said that he had nowhere else to go, so needed accommodation. As a pup, he appeared quite experienced, but now was standoffish, keeping to himself, and seemed to go through bouts of depression and anger. The handlers were trying to work with him, seeking out his psychological needs, but they hadn't cracked him yet or gleaned any information on his past. They hoped the eight-week course would help.

Now, all he did was growl and look away as Bryce came to his cage, asking him how he was. But Bryce knew better than to push a stubborn pup. He left the pup to it, turning away and heading towards the main hall to help with the final preparation before the newbies arrived.

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The main hall was abuzz with chatter as the trainee pups and handlers talked amongst themselves and with Serg, Harry and the rest of the staff, getting to know each other and gathering information on Paws, the school and the kennels.

Bryce looked around the room at the men in their casual clothes. To anyone not in the know, they could be at a book club or choir practice. But soon there would be new pups kitted out in gear walking around on all fours and trainee handlers in their own appropriate gear taking on the reins as new owners. He smiled, looking forward to getting the course rolling.

Bryce mingled among the trainees, starting up conversations with pups and handlers alike so as to get to know who he would be working with. They came from a wide array of background ages and had various reasons for signing up to the training course.

The first pair of men he talked to were a couple. He remembered reading their application as soon as they began chatting to him.

'Looking forward to the training, lads?' Bryce asked, a wry smile on his face.

'I sure am,' Aaron, a Japanese man in his early 30s replied. 'Not sure about Theo here,' he nudged his boyfriend.

Theo, a 31-year-old Italian guy just huffed next to his partner.

Bryce had read in their file that Theo had cheated on his boyfriend and was taking part in the eight-week course as a way of punishment for his infidelity and to refigure his behaviour.

Theo looked fed up as he peered around the room at the facility and other people, waiting for the training to be completed so he could - in his own words - 'get the embarrassment over with'. He was not looking forward to training to be a pup and learn obedience and loyalty, but his boyfriend sure was getting a kick out of it and looking forward to being trained in handling a pup.

Bryce left them to their little squabble as he moved on to the next trainee, whose name was Lewis, a black 23-year-old biomedical student.

'Hey, Lewis isn't it? I'm Bryce,' he greeted him and shook his hand.

'Nice to meet you,' Lewis was nervous, but had a cheery disposition.

'Have you got butterflies in your stomach?'

'A bit yeah. I've never done anything like this,' Lewis scratched his head and laughed anxiously.

'That's ok, all new pups feel that way. It's perfectly normal,' Bryce reassured the young man.

Bryce remembered reading in Lewis' file that he was looking to make some money to pay for his expensive college fees.

Lewis had heard from a college friend that being a pup on a temporary basis, even for just a couple of months, was quite lucrative. He could live with an owner for the summer and his mounting college fees could be wiped clean. But Lewis didn't know a thing about pup play so had signed up for the crash course. According to Bryce, the rich owners seeking pups in the kennels were drawn to the ones who had some experience under their paws, so that's why he was here.

Next Bryce came to a crowd of people who seemed to know each other as they chatted animatedly. As soon as he saw who they were, his face lit up. Steve, Kev and Ben were old friends of his. He had previously trained them to be certified subs the previous year in a sub training facility he sometimes worked in as a Master.