As we sit there, he orders our dinner, I opt for something lighter, a sandwich if you will. We eat in silence, his arm never leaving my side while he eats his food with one hand.
As the server clears our plates, Mike looks at me, turns my face towards his, and whispers, "I want you to be my new pup."
I look back, confused, but I stop just before tilting my head, his words sinking deep into my brain, unsure of what that meant. I had always thought that it was strange to be treated like a dog, I'm a human, I thought, not a dog, that's weird.
"Well?" He said, "what do you think?"
"Um, that's a little strange I guess, I've never really thought that hard about it."
"Let's get out of here, I have a place we can go to talk."
He throws money down on the table to cover the bill and he scoots from the table, pulling my hand along with him.
We walk down the street and enter a small shop that didn't look like much from the outside, but inside, I see a new scene, at least new to me.
There's a couple guys in chairs, playing on their phone, talking to one another, and each guy has a leash in his lap and a mostly naked guy on his knees next to them.
Mike walks in, pulling me with him, and he's greeted by the guys, "hey Mike! Is this your new pup? Looks a little odd on two legs, don't you think?"
"Well, he isn't my pup, at least not yet anyways," he says as he ruffles the hair on my head. I lean my head away from him.
"He needs some training I see," one of the guys says as he reaches down and ruffles his puppy's hair, who just leans into it and whimpers a little.
Mike continues over to another seat, exchanging pleasantries as we walk away, and we sit down, and I just observe.
Soon, a mostly naked guy crawls over to us, a tray somehow attached to his back, with two drinks on it. Apparently Mike is a regular.
He looks at me, "you know, good pups need a reward when they behave, give him a good belly rub."
I look down at the guy, I can see his eyes through his hood, he really seems to want it. I reach down, and rub his stomach, feeling his tight abs, and he just shakes his tail and nuzzles his face into my crotch.
"Um, I don't get it," I say as the pup walks back to the bar.
"Don't get what?" Mike says.
"Why you want a pup, isn't that like having a dog? Which based on that guy over there getting head, is like sleeping with a dog? Isn't that weird?"
"It's not the Puppy part that turns me on. It's the total submission of it. It's the fact that a boy can put on his puppy persona, completely forget his human self, and just be. Whatever that means to him and his trainer or handler, I prefer Trainer, but he can focus on the loyalty, respect, service, and not think so much about it all. That's what I like, that's what I look for in a pup. It's definitely not as weird as you think, especially if you get into it."
"Oh, so then, why not just have a slave?"
"Even then," he wraps his arm around me, "human slaves tend to think too much. Always worrying about other stuff and can get distracted easily. My pups learn to let their human sides go and focus on me."
"Oh," I say simply.
"For example," he says as he snaps his fingers, "watch this."
The pup from earlier comes back over, and Mike commands him, "sit boy."
