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[b][u][center]Therapy for the Pup

Part 2

For Blaze_The_Pup

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

He arrived at the therapist’s office just before ten in the morning, and Blaze sat down to wait as he always did. His pup hood felt tighter than usual, and he wasn’t as comfortable as he usually was. He didn’t know why. He had every reason to feel happy, comfortable –

[i]Safe.[/i]

Yes, even safe here. Everything that Alex had done to help him had made things better…well, mostly.

And it was that mostly that required him to be here. He had a conflict in his heart of hearts, and that was a bad thing for a person. It was even worse for a super-hero, or a super-pup.

Blaze leaned over his folded hands, rocking back and forth in the waiting chair. This had to work. This little emergency session had to fix him, to get rid of the stuff that was in the back of his head and tempting him. His suit – god, his suit felt like it was tight and hot, pulling on everything, particularly…particularly that.

Looking past his hands, he could see his bulge pushing forward, not quite ruining the sheath-look of the latex down there, but definitely bulging more than any decent hero should have been. He couldn’t ignore it, and the way that the latex pulled and heated him up, he couldn’t just pretend it wasn’t there, either. The feeling of the slow rub, the tight grip, everything made him feel like he could just pup-hump right then and there, and, and –

And it was more than any good pup could think about. He brought his hands to the side of his head, squeezing his head tightly as he tried to take deep breaths to settle down, but even that was more than he could manage. He gritted his teeth, he closed his eyes, but the thought and need that rippled through him just kept getting stronger and stronger.

“Mmmph…mmmph…”

“Blaze?”

He whipped his head up. Alex. The purple pup hood and the eyes behind it looked down at him. He panted, shaking his head slowly, and the therapist nodded.

“Good boys are on all fours.”

Good boys.

All fours.

He dropped out of the chair, landing on his hands and knees and putting his head close to the ground. His mind dropped, falling further away from the anxiousness and down to the nothingness of trance. So much better, so much calmer, and so much quieter.

“Come in. Good boy.”

He followed, happily creeping along on his hands and knees until they reached the office. The door closed, and he sighed. Complete silence in his head, nothing but pup thoughts, nothing but the soft obedience of being a good pup.

It felt good, better than good to be back in the office where he didn’t have to think about things. The longer that he was on all fours, the better he felt. He was a pup, here, not a person, not a hero, just a pup. A super-pup, to be sure, one that was stronger and better-behaved than others, but a pup nonetheless.

He allowed himself to be led to his chair and he sat on his haunches in front of it, tilting his head back like a good dog. Alex patted his head and sat down in the other chair, looking down at him.

“Good boys are nice and relaxed, aren’t they?”

Blaze nodded, whimper-woofing quietly.

“That’s right. And you’re a good boy. So you must be very relaxed, right?”

Yes, that made sense. He nodded, his head feeling heavier than it had been just a moment ago. It made him feel better. Not great, but better.

“That’s right. Nice and relaxed. Nice and obedient. A good pup for his master. A good pup for the person that holds the leash.”

“Mmm…”

“That’s right. A good pup. A good, relaxed pup. A good, relaxed, obedient pup.”

A happier whimper escaped his mouth at that, and he lowered his head further, his chin touching his chest. Alex rubbed the back of his head through the pup mask, and he rolled his head back to grind back against the scritching fingers. Or, at least, he tried to. His head was so heavy that it didn’t want to move that much.

But that was fine. He was feeling better, much better now.

Sliding down until he felt himself not just on all fours but on his stomach, he rolled onto his back. Alex’s fingers worked over his stomach, giving it gentle scritches and the start of a belly-rub. He panted, his mouth happily falling open as he got the happy touch that he had been lacking, and he rolled his head back further to really get into it.

It didn’t last, however, and soon the belly-rub stopped. Alex rubbed his head again, helping him look up to meet the master’s eyes.

“That’s better, isn’t it?”

“Mmmph…mm-hmm.”

“That’s right. Now…tell me what’s wrong?”

And as he looked the other man in the eyes, as he saw that soft glow behind the purple pup hood, the words started spilling from his lips. His fears, his desires, his wants, his confusion. Everything, all related to the greater good.

Through it all, Alex listened without saying a word. It was a reminder that there was plenty of understanding there, that there was someone that looked out for him in a big way. He smiled slightly as he continued giving his explanation, trying to feel hopeful, and every time that he saw Alex nod in understanding, he felt like he was being seen and heard in a way that no other super or friend had ever offered him.

Alex was good.

Alex was everything.

Finally, he fell silent. He let his head drop when his master let go, looking down at the ground once more. He didn’t know what would happen next, but he’d been a good dog, obeying and letting his master know what he needed.

That would do.

That would help.

“You need something to help you stay down, pup.”

“Mmph?”

“Look up.”

Blaze rolled over, his eyes widening as he saw the collar that Alex had pulled out of nowhere. It was something new, something that he hadn’t seen before. Leather rather than latex, and very polished, well-oiled leather at that. He could just smell it through the hood, and it sent a shiver down his spine to scent the thing. High-quality, and probably expensive, as well, more expensive than his suit by some way.

“This is for you,” Alex said.

“Mmph?”

“Yes, for you. A good collar for a good pup. Something to keep you where you belong. Something to remind you what you are.”

“Woof!”

Blaze almost blushed when he realized he’d barked for the other man, but at the same time, there was something comforting in submitting himself so utterly to the sensation of being…well, a good pup. There was no reason to talk, after all. Not here, not with his master of so many sessions.

He was safe here. He could be himself here.

Lowering his head for the collar, he didn’t see the leash until it was too late. The collar snapped in place, pulling flush against the latex of his costume and pulling close enough to his throat that he could feel its steady pressure against his neck. The slight weight of the leather felt good, and he ground his head from side to side to really feel it digging into his neck. It was nice, something that he hadn’t had in a long time.

As he got comfortable with it, Alex pulled on it, dragging him closer. The slight pressure of the leash and collar together was new, hitting those buttons and conditioning senses of being Alex’s pup. He dragged himself across the floor, sitting at the feet of the other man. He looked up with all the worship in his eyes that a good pup could muster, and the purple-hooded man smiled, patting his head.

“Such a good boy.”

“WOOF!”

“And such a good pup.”

“Rrrr.”

“And playful, too.”

The tip of the therapist’s shoe rose up and nudged against his groin, and Blaze yelped as he was made aware of just how hard he was. He arched his back and thrust a few times, humping the air before Alex pulled his shoe away with a chuckle.

“And such an eager boy.”

“MMmmph…”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get the chance to serve, too.”

“Rrr?”

“You’ll understand in a minute. Look me in the eyes, pup.”

The command a little tug on the leash was more than sufficient to drag his eyes back up, and as soon as he looked into that shimmering gaze, he was lost in it. Just staring into those eyes made him feel as if he was floating, drifting along in a sea of purple haze, enjoying the feeling of floating in the emptiness and just being empty-headed, thoughtless, like a good pup that didn’t have to worry about anything.

He wanted to feel like that all the time. No more concerns, no more moral questions, just the good feeling of being a good boy.

And as he drifted, Alex whispered to him.

“It’s a good thing to be a good boy. The greater good is best served when you’re a good boy, right?”

Blaze nodded.

“But you want to serve the greatest good, to do the best thing, hmm?”

Blaze nodded again.

“You know what the best thing is. You’ve already found it, and you’re already letting it happen.”

Had he? He didn’t remember finding anything, nor did he remember doing anything that might have made anyone’s life better. Not yet, at least. He cocked his head to the side, the motion no different than that of any pup on the street that had heard something that it had no way of understanding.

The tip of the shoe came up again, gently rubbing against the latex bulge between his legs, teasing it and rubbing it up and down. His cock throbbed that little bit harder, telling him that he’d already been more than a little aroused without even realizing it. He panted, wanting to hump, but those eyes held him.

“You have already been a good pup. You have already found the greatest good.”

“Rrrrr…t-tell…”

“You want to know, don’t you?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Bark, boy.”

“Woof! Woof!”

“Heh, that’s better,” Alex said, slacking off on the leash just a smidge, enough to no longer pull at the back of Blaze’s neck but not enough to allow him to pull back in the slightest. Blaze leaned in anyway. “You’ve found the greatest good by coming to me. You’ve been getting the treatment that you need more than anything else, and doing something to make yourself better, to make yourself happy. Isn’t that a great good?”

“…”

“You’re better than you were. You can serve better than you ever did before. Isn’t that a good thing?”

It sounded good. And the more that Alex mentioned it, the more that it sounded completely correct. After all, why wouldn’t it be a wonderful thing to be made better like this, to embrace his pup side completely and let it all hang out? All be out there, properly displayed, like a good dog should do?

He felt like he was melting into a happy little puddle under those thoughts and those eyes, and the way that Alex rubbed his chin and face, the way that the tip of the shoe continued to tease his cock made it all the harder to think. It was so much easier to just listen, to let it all flow over him and be true.

“That’s right. Coming to me is the greatest good. Listening to me, letting me help you, is the best good. You are the best dog for doing the best good, the best pup for doing the best good.”

Best dog.

Best pup.

Best good.

Blaze whimpered happily, oozing pre-cum into his suit for doing the good things. His tongue hung out ever so slightly, but not quite enough to push all the way past his hood. It wasn’t long enough for that, nor could it be. But he still panted like a good, happy dog.

“But the best dogs still need someone to hold the leash, don’t they?”

Blaze nodded, his head bobbing vigorously. He couldn’t imagine anyone else holding it, couldn’t imagine going back to how it felt without a leash-holder in the first place. The thought frightened him, and he shivered from head to toe, wiggling from his head to his barely-there tail at the back of the suit.

“That’s right. You need someone holding the leash. Someone that knows you. Someone that can take care of you. Someone that knows what you need to be.”

Someone like Alex.

Someone just like Alex.

It had to be Alex.

He whimpered, nuzzling his head against the other man’s thighs, whimpering like a dog that had been abandoned and had finally found its way back to its owner. The very idea of being rejected, that he might not be good enough, hit him hard and painfully. He whimper-whined even louder, shaking his head, panting and looking up with all the pleading might that he could summon. He would be a good dog. The best dog.

“Heh, that’s right.”

“Rruff!”

“Good dogs need to be leashed.”

“Mmph.”

“Good dogs need to be collared.”

“Rrrrrf.”

“Good dogs do what they’re told.”

“Rruff, ruff.”

“You are my good dog.”

That was it. That was [i]completely[/i] it. He panted happily, putting his hands on Alex’s legs and thrusting his head forward, miming licking all over the other man’s face. If he’d been a real dog, he would have drenched him in drool. As it was, he at least got the action right, panting happily as his butt shook side to side as he imagined what might happen next between them. He was a good dog, a good pup!

“Hehehe, that’s good, that’s good. Down, boy, down.”

He hopped down as fast as he could, not wanting to show any sort of bad behavior. He was dropping further and further, barely aware of himself now, wanting to be the best of dogs, the best of pups. The super side of things was drifting away, the pup part taking full control and leaving nothing but need.

Alex hopped out of the chair and sat beside him, rubbing between his legs. He huffed and puffed as his new master groped his cock, giving it a few good squeezes and getting it stiffer and firmer.

“That’s it. Good boys get hard.”

“Rrrrr.”

“Good boys get [i]really[/i] hard.”

“Mmmph…”

He could feel his cock already obeying orders, sliding forward, getting stiffer and stiffer in his suit. There was a little hole in there for it to slide out if he needed a pee-break on patrol, but –

But it didn’t matter that he couldn’t reach it. Alex somehow seemed to know how to work it, pulling at the latex and dragging it down until his dick popped free. He panted hard as he felt it sliding out, and he wiggled his hips in desperation, wanting to do something with it, wanting to [i]hump.[/i]

“Well, we’ll have to get you a proper sheath for that later, but for now, this will work.”

“Rrrr ruff!”

“Heh, don’t worry. My pups get treated well.”

There was a moment of utter need, a moment where Blaze was sure that he was going to lose his mind if he didn’t get the satisfaction that his balls demanded, but it passed quickly as the therapist stripped off his pants. Rather than getting naked and offering his cock, he turned around, the purple-hooded man offering his ass, instead. A lean, muscular ass that was all but demanding something inside of it.

That target, that perfect pink hole that appeared as soon as Alex – as soon as Master – stripped and pulled his cheeks apart dragged Blaze forward as surely as his leash had done a moment ago. He barked happily and pounced, wrapping his arms around the other man’s hips and thrusting away.

He missed the first two thrusts, but the third one was the charm. Rather than sliding between Alex’s thighs or past his cheeks, he rammed right in. It was already lubed, almost as if the master had known something like this would happen. Maybe he did; he was smarter than even a super-pup.

Blaze’s tongue hung out of his mouth as he humped away, his eyes rolling back as he did the doggy thing of slamming in and out as fast as he could, unable to stop and unwilling to even consider it as he rammed himself forward, back, forward, back, fast as he could and without any hesitation. It felt so good, so hot to be inside, to be delving in so deep every time that he rammed forward.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Each time he felt the master flailing for his leash, and eventually, the master caught it, pulling him forward by it and making him thrust harder. He whimper-whined, his cock getting squeezed by that tight hole, feeling like it was getting teased and claimed just as much as the rest of him. The leash, the collar, they felt so tight, and they were pulling him to go faster, harder, deeper.

And so he did.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

It was as good as the hypnotic mantras and teases had been before, dragging him further and further into submission, reminding him how good it felt to be under control. That was it. That was all that he needed.

The master was whispering something, but he didn’t hear it, nor did he care what it was. All that mattered was the humping, being a good pup and humping away. The squish-squelch of his cock in that puffy pink hole was exactly what he liked to hear, and he knew that the master liked it too, considering he was pushing back, pulling forward.

“That’s it…hump.”

Blaze barked, doing what he was told, feeling his balls rising. He was close, so very close, but a good pup held back until he was told to let loose. There was no just doing what he wanted and then flopping. That was cat behavior. Bad cat behavior. He was a pup, and a good pup.

And so, he thrust, ground, and rutted his way forward, doing what he was told, humping against that hole and feeling it clenching around him again and again, each time reminding him who he belonged to and how good it felt to give in.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

His balls ached as he felt the urge to cum getting stronger and stronger, and soon, he was whimpering, his eyes clenched tight as he fought the urge to cum right then and there. He could let it all loose, he knew, but if he could just hold on a little longer, oh, it would be better. Whining, he leaned his head down, nuzzling at the back of his master’s neck, trying to give a sign of how needy he was without speaking. Good pups didn’t talk, after all, and he was a very good pup.

In, out, in, out, each time making him moan that much more as he felt that tight hole clenching around his cock, reminding him what a good boy he was. He was a good pup, the leash not needed to keep him thrusting, and –

“Good boys obey. Good boys stay horny. Good boys obey. Good boys stay horny.”

[i]Good boys obey. Good boys stay horny. Good boys obey. Good boys stay horny.[/i]

Even as he whimpered and moaned, even as he let himself sink deeper and deeper into trance and lust and rut, those words were staying deep in his mind. They became a mantra, something that made him feel so much better. So much [i]nicer.[/i] So much like a good pup that did what he was supposed to do.

Smack, smack, smack went latex off flesh, and there was nothing to stop him from going deeper, further, deep, down, in his own head as he went deep into that hole. The inner walls clenched around him again and again, pulling him, milking him, claiming him. The master had to be getting close now. He prayed that the master was getting close, because he didn’t think that he could last much longer. Just a bit longer, he hoped, just a bit –

And then he heard it. The soft moans of someone getting to the point of no return, and he heard the master’s cock slapping up, hitting his stomach before splatting over the floor.

Blaze moaned, whimpering and picking up the pace, even as he waited for the command. It had to come soon, he was sure of it. Just a bit more, and he’d be allowed to cum, too. Just a little bit longer…

#

There was an hour before he was allowed to blow his load, and when he did, it was explosive. He had never howled like that before, but he was so far down in dog-brain that there was no getting out of it. He had to howl.

The sound shook the office, echoing between the walls and window, and he kept howling and yipping and making every pup-sound that there was to make. He didn’t know how to stop. He almost didn’t want to.

When he finally finished, his cock swimming in his own seed, he wanted to roll over and flop on his back, but that would have been the act of a bad dog. Instead, he stayed looking straight ahead, panting softly, refusing to just tumble over. The master stayed where he was, but the leash was no longer getting pulled. Instead, it was hanging slack, and the master left it there as he slowly crawled forward. Blaze spread his arms and legs out a bit, making space for the master’s passage, and hoped that he didn’t just collapse.

The tight clench of that well-fucked hole sliding down his cock was just sublime, and he shivered happily as it went down to the tip and then finally popped off. His cock was still hard, though it was finally starting to go at least a little soft by the time that the master was sitting up in front of him. Not much, but some.

The master tucked his cock away for him, putting it back in the suit. Blaze panted, miming licking his master once more.

“Good boy.”

Just the phrase was enough to send a pleasure shiver down his spine, and the super-pup smiled. His master smiled back.

“You’re mine now.”

“Ruff.”

“And you won’t forget that, will you?”

How could he? He was the super-pup. That meant that he was a good dog. The best dog. The super-best dog.

“That’s right. A very good dog, and the best one that I’ve ever had.”

Ever had. Did that mean that the master had had other pups before? Blaze cocked his head to the side, still so sex drunk that he was barely doing more than listening. Alex chuckled.

“You’ll forget it soon enough. But there will be more. So many more. And you’ll always be the best. And you’ll always be mine.”

There it was again. That soft feeling of pleasure, that sense of wonderful comfort that came with that possessive statement. He rolled a low growl of happiness in his throat, gently leaning forward to headbutt his master’s chin. Alex leaned his head back to accept it, and they hugged gently.

It was a happy feeling, and a happy moment, one that he rather wished wouldn’t end. One that he knew would, eventually, but he felt, for lack of a better word, stable. Like he had been brought to a good place in things, and where he didn’t feel like he had to worry in the same way that he had been.

He felt…right.

Alex pushed him back, just a little, and their eyes met. Blaze fell into that state of listening once more, and he perked up his ears as the master talked.

“From now on, you will watch. You will keep your eyes out. You will look for those that aren’t feeling good about their life. It’s so easy to find them. They just smell unhappy, don’t they? Just like you used to.”

Just like he used to.

“You will find them.”

He would find them.

“And you will send them to me.”

Right. That was the good thing, the greater thing, the best thing. He could do what the master wanted, calling the others in, giving them the chance to learn how to feel better at the master’s feet. That was good. That was the best good that he could do.

Blaze smiled, feeling beyond grateful for the chance to have a purpose once more. He leaned in, nuzzling his master’s pup hood, and he got the same sort of nuzzle in return and a pat on the back.

He was good.

He was the best.

#

The next day, he was back to work. Patrol went well, and he went with the rest of the supers back to the bar that they always visited. The rest of the group went to their various tables while the super-pup went to the bar. Just like before, the bartender looked up at him, and there was a slight smile in the other man’s eyes as they looked at each other.

“Good day?” the bartender asked.

“Mm-hmm.”

“He fixed you, didn’t he?”

“I’m the best. He said so.”

“He means it. He is the best, too.”

There was a tone to the bartender’s voice when he spoke, and it was almost familiar. It wasn’t until he thought about it more fully that he realized that he had the same tone to his voice, now.

They were both patients of Alex, and they had both probably gone through a treatment with the other man. They were both his.

It was a strange, comforting, and yet slightly disturbing thought. He didn’t know why it was the latter; he was supposed to be a good pup, someone that did what he was told and someone that did what he could for his master, to make things better and make the greater good the best good. The more people that were treated by Alex, the better. That was just the simple fact of the matter.

And yet, there was something, some super-instinct that was already being buried, that wanted to question that. It was almost enough to break through to the surface, but then, it was gone.

Instead, he focused on the drink that the bartender put in front of him, looking at it and smiling to himself as he saw the best pup in the city looking back. He’d taken care of himself, and soon, he’d be called to take care of his master again. He didn’t know how he knew that, but he knew that he did.

As he tongued the drink, he heard - or rather, smelled - something that put him off. Blaze looked up slowly, casting his eyes around the room until he saw the source of the scent taking a seat in the corner.

Blue-Bell was the name of that hero, an older man that had been fighting harder and longer than Blaze had by some way. The man was reaching his late thirties and was starting to slow down, and the pup could all but smell the stress coming off the bull-man. He didn’t want to be here, and he needed something to take his mind off things.

He needed help.

He needed Alex.

Knowing that he could help, Blaze got to his feet and walked across the bar, carrying his drink with him. He could already feel the card in his pocket - a card that he didn’t remember putting there - and knew without thinking that it was an exact copy of the one that had led him to Alex in the first place. It was just what he’d need to send Blue-Bell off to get the same sort of treatment he’d had.

As he walked over to the bull-man, the bar’s TV blared, talking about that escaped criminal again and what he’d done in the past. Building up groups of supporters, people that were made to do things that they never otherwise would have done. The criminal had made slaves of his captives.

It was a good thing that nobody was doing that now.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Blaze continues his conditioning and becomes the plaything of his new master.

Tags: M/M, Human, Pup Hood, Pup Play, Leash, Collar, Supers, Therapy, Conditioning, Hypnosis, Mind Control, Master/Pet, Master/Pup, Orgasm, Anal, Cum, Miniseries,