Trainable

[6 word request: puppified proud Alpha resists separation anxiety]

Before Wolfie opened his eyes, he sensed that his Master was gone. He sat up, looked around in a panic, and whimpered as he sniffed the bed. He knew he wasn’t a tracking pup, but he did his best to follow Master’s scent.

No. I can think through this. While his impulses said one thing, his brain said another. Master was either in the bathroom, in the kitchen, or in the living room. Sure, he could sniff like a dog–his heart pounded as he fought the urge–but he was a man and could still think like one.

At least, he hoped he could.

Master was in the kitchen, making breakfast. Wolfie immediately hopped up on his hindquarters and stretched up to lick Master’s face. In truth, he’d wanted to stretch his legs and stand, like Master did, but his legs wouldn’t work like that anymore. Ever since Master commanded him down on all fours, he’d remained on them.

“Oh, big guy… look at you, all rowdy!” Master said, scratching Wolfie’s muscular neck, just under where the rubber pup-hood sat. “Sorry I didn’t wake you, pup. You looked so peaceful, kicking your legs while you had your silly dreams…”

Deep down, Wolfie was humiliated by the way Master spoke to him–and by the way his leg started to twitch the more vigorously Master scratched. When it first happened, he’d fought it, but now, though he knew he should resist the urge, it felt too good to go along with it.

Master fried eggs and Wolfie shook his big, muscular behind in excitement. Sometimes Master would give him some table scraps, if he behaved and didn’t jump while Master was eating. He remembered before, when he could only eat certain foods at certain times so his body would look a certain way. It felt so freeing to let Master do the thinking for him.

Sadly he didn’t get any table scraps. He resisted the urge to whimper. But as he lay beneath the table, he caught a glimpse of himself in the glass of the oven door. His heart pounded with pride for all the muscle on his body, but he whimpered when he noticed the pup hood. He knew he was supposed to wear it–he was a pup, after all, no matter how hard he tried to fight it–but he knew there was a man-face beneath it. He struggled to remember it. He could clearly recall thick, curly blonde hair. He remembered watching it fall away as Master shaved it all off, the day he got his pup-face permanently. Master did something… said some strange words, rubbed an ointment on his head… and said he’d never have his pretty blonde hair again. He felt a pang of sadness in his chest, remembering how other big strong men used to run their hands through that hair.

If he struggled through the fog in his head, he could almost remember the faces of one of those men. He sighed loudly, his thoughts as slow and murky as they’d been since Master put the hood on him.

Wolfie ate his own food out of his bowl on the floor while Master showered. After he finished, he bounded down the hallway, eager to join his Master in the shower, but a stern, “NO!” and a pointed finger made Wolfie freeze in his tracks. He sulked just outside the door until Master, all warm and wet, came out. For a moment, he recalled thinking Master was too scrawny. He knew he liked men with big muscles like him, and a faint memory flashed through his mind of laughing at Master’s thin, bony body. The thought was gone a moment later, as Master smacked him on his big bare rump and firmly ordered him to wait in the hall.

Woflie’s heart leapt as Master approached with a leash in his hand. He LOVED walkies! He was so excited he worried he’d start leaking pee again, a mistake he’d made a few times his first few nights with Master and he was determined not to make the same mistake again. A moment before the leash clicked onto his collar, he thought, “I… am… not… a… dog!” but the words were gone from his brain the instant Master gave him a tug toward the door.

Woflie’s attention was on every man they passed by on the street. He couldn’t resist the urge to bound up and sniff all their crotches. His nose was so sensitive with his pup hood on. He kept catching whiffs of these amazing stinks coming from the bulges in men’s pants. He wanted to bury his snout in every one–but sharp commands from Master kept him on his way.

When they arrived at the dog part, Wolfie felt humiliated. There were other dogs there–real dogs, actual canines with fur and paws and real tails that weren’t rubber plugs jammed in their butts–and also men there, who had cell phones and pants and could walk upright. Poor Wolfie didn’t fit in with any of them. He tried to run around with the other dogs, but their legs were built for being on all fours. They bounded around with ease, getting away from him no matter how hard he tried to chase. Meanwhile, he tried begging for attention from the men but they weren’t interested. One man, a shaven-headed brute with big muscles and a big bulge, swatted him away when he came near. Wolfie remembered a time when that man would have been eager to spend time with him, or else would have cowered in fear over Wolfie’s size.

“Oh my gosh… is that HIM?” said a familiar voice. Wolfie spun around and saw a man he knew–he KNEW that he knew him, although his murky thoughts wouldn’t produce his name. He ran toward the man, feeling his hard cock banging against his abs as he bounced along. Master yanked his leash and ordered Wolfie to lie down. He did as he was told.

“I can’t believe it…” said the man–tall, strong, tight clothes, amazing smelling crotch, long silky black hair–as he shook hands with Master. “You really did it. I half-thought you might have been out of your mind. I guess I… misjudged you, back when we first met.”

Master, half the size of this familiar guy, shook hands with him, smiling confidently. “Oh, most people doubt my abilities, Darren. But they all end up believers at some point.”

Darren. DARREN! Wolfie’s muscles tensed and he whimpered, wagging his tail in excitement. Darren was his… his… boyfriend! (No, ex-boyfriend. He had a flash of a pained look on his lover’s face as he delivered some harsh news in an unaffected tone… he… found someone new? It was so hard to remember…) Memories kept flashing of his life before Master took him in, back when he was a man, back when he could do whatever he wanted without needing Master’s permission. Was Darren here to take him home? Would he be turning back into a man now?

Darren looked around, scratching his head. “Why isn’t… anybody reacting to the 6’5” muscleguy running around naked?”

Master chuckled. “Because he’s not a ‘muscleguy’--he’s a pup now. And because I willed it, that’s how everyone else sees him as well. I’m only allowing you to see the truth to prove that I made good on our offer. Your ex-boyfriend is as obedient as you wish him to be now. And he’s all yours. I can make him as much man as you want. With a snap of my fingers I can permanently erase his mind, make him a completely blank dog, or else I can return his full human brain but forbid him to act like anything other than a pet. Of course, those will come at a further price…”

Wolfie yearned to be close to Darren now, but Master wouldn’t allow it. He couldn’t help but wag his tail, looking up at the muscular man in his tight jeans, every rock-hard curve of his body hugged by his clothes. Wolfie wanted Darren’s bone–BADLY–and he wanted to lick every inch of that beautiful body.

“Well, see, here’s the thing…” Darren began. “I honestly wasn’t sure how serious you were, back when we made this deal.”

Master didn’t flinch as Darren’s posture changed, his head hanging, shrugging as he gently kicked at the dirt.

“It’s not that I don’t have the money, I just don’t have it TODAY…”

Master clicked his tongue. Wolfie knew what that sound meant. Darren blinked. He seemed unsteady on his feet.

Master spoke with his calm, soothing voice: “Oh, Darren, my friend. If you don’t have the money today, maybe we should consider other options? Because a deal’s a deal, of course. I delivered what I promised, but if you’re unable or unwilling to pay… maybe we can recoup your debt in other ways?”

Darren had a faraway look on his face. The studly man suddenly sported a dopey smile. “R-really? Other ways? That’s great news…”

Master reached up, running his hands over the thick, round bulges in Darren’s arms. “Yes, a beautiful man like you can fetch quite a pretty penny…” Suddenly Darren’s shirt was gone. Wolfie’s dick shot up again. Every wiggle of his but ground his belly against it, exciting him.

“With nice haunches like this, and what looks like quite an impressive package down here…” Master said as he grabbed Darren’s crotch. In an instant, Darren was naked, his beautiful body shivering the moment it became bare. Not a single other man, or dog, in the park reacted to his sudden nudity. “...I’m sure many people would like to have you around, if you were trainable.”

Darren seemed to beam at each successive compliment. “Wow… thanks…” he said.

Master slid a collar around Darren’s neck. Wolfie whimpered, knowing what was coming for the man he thought had come to take him away. As the collar clicked shut, Darren suddenly wobbled unsteadily on his legs. He seemed confused as he started sinking to the ground.

“That’s a good pup,” Master said. He produced a pup hood out of nowhere and held it over Darren’s head. He slid it on and pulled it tight. “There we are… Duke.”

Wolfie blinked. The man that had been Darren was gone–and now it was another pup named Duke. Wolfie couldn’t control himself, hopping up and immediately mounting the confused, yelping new pup. He buried his snout in Duke’s broad back, lapping up his smell, and lost himself to the sensations of mounting his new pup-mate.

Master just whistled. “Ah, Wolfie. So desperate to be the alpha. Sadly, you can’t breed your new playmate, though–and don’t get attached. Duke’s going to a good friend of mine, one who is going to train him to be a VERY good boy.”

Wolfie finished firing his seed into Duke. For one single moment, he had a flash–a memory of his and Darren’s muscled pressed together in a sweaty entanglement, breeding his lover deeply as the two passionately kissed. But now they were pups… and Master had another leash, connected to Duke’s collar. He yanked them apart.

The two dogs continued to wrestle with each other, sniffing each others’ butts desperately. Master kept pulling them apart and scolding them. Wolfie knew how to follow commands, but Duke still needed training.

“Ah, look at you two,” Master chuckled as he let the two pups wrestle in the front entryway of his house. “Remember when you two mocked me that night at the bar? I’m not such a ‘little twerp’ now, am I?”

Wolfie could barely remember what Master was talking about… but it didn’t matter. He was SO happy to have Duke with him. When Master left for work, he could spend all day breeding Duke’s beautiful butt!

Wolfie heard Master on the phone a moment later. “Hello, Trevor? Yes, it’s me. Look, remember those two bodybuilders who were rude to me at the bar? Yes, well, I managed to get both of them down on all fours, but I can’t keep both of them. Did you want the smaller one? He’s completely untrained, but I know you could do wonders for him.”

Wolfie’s heart pounded as he heard the words. He sniffed Duke’s butt deeply, desperate to keep his mate around for good this time. He wouldn’t let Master separate him!

The phone clicked off and Master turned to him. “And you, Wolfie. I think it’s time you said goodbye to that human mind of yours. Since you’ll be staying with me longterm, I don’t want you troubled by your former life. Listen to my voice, Wolfie.”

Wolfie panicked, huddling with Duke, terrified about what he was about to lose.

“And it will be done in 3… 2… 1…”