My boyfriend had always been curious about what it would be like to be a pup, often bringing up the thought to me. Even though I had no idea what he meant, I still listened, never wanting to turn him away. I ended up coming across some Pitbull branded jockstrap, thinking this may be what he meant.
I watched as he eagerly put it on, his behavior changing the moment it snapped around his waist. He turned toward me, playfully growling and barking before he tackled me onto the bed. We made out for a solid while, him using his tongue a lot more than usual before he tore my pants down, his tongue quickly going after my cock. I shuddered as his mouth wrapped around it, aggressively taking it with an intensity I hadn't gotten before. I didn't stand a chance as he sucked me dry, wagging his ass once he got his treat.
We cuddled for a while after, but when we got up again I noticed he still was playing around. He kept yipping and barking, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as his dopey eyes followed my every movement like an obedient puppy. I felt unnerved by this, frustration rising as I tried to get him to stop. I finally decided if he was going to keep acting this way he may as well go outside, leaving him exposed in just his jockstrap to the neighborhood. He didn't even question it.
The next time I checked on him, I found him wearing a fur cap he must have gotten from our shed. I called his name and he dumbly looked up, tongue out of his mouth trying to see me with the cap over his eyes. I couldn't help but laugh, calling him to me and taking off the cap. I had to admit he was cute like this, deciding to let him stay my pup however long he wanted.