What happens when a dog trainer dates a werewolf? A serious battle of dominance! Can a total bottom like Mark tame his boyfriend? Or will he succumb to his lover's primal urges? This is a 3500 word m/m story containing mutual masturbation and auto-fellatio. More
"Woof," he said, pulling his button-up shirt over his head in lieu of actually unbuttoning it. His jeans followed suit, landing in a heap on the floor. I licked my lips, thinking that soon we too would be on a heap in the floor. But first, my monster needed his training.
I reached into my satchel of doggie goodies and retrieved a leather belt, which I pulled tight with a dramatic snap. "Your collar."
"Is this your idea of a joke?" he asked, but didn't hesitate in leaning down to let me put it on.
"I didn't have one big enough for your wolf form. Actually, I ordered one online, and it was supposed to show up by today, but as you can see, it didn't. This is just going to have to do for now." I looped the leather strap around his neck, pulling it snug.
"You wouldn't do this to a real dog, would you?"
"Of course not, don't be sick. Heel!"
And so we began our walk around the living room, my naked lover on all fours beside me. On the second lap he veered off-course, approaching the couch and lifting one leg. I'm sure he thought himself very funny. But I had a joke of my own concealed in my jacket pocket: A spray bottle. I whipped it out and gave him a good squirt right on the nose, and he sputtered in surprise. "You dick!"
"That's not a very respectful way to speak to your master," I said and squirted him again.