Flash Fiction: Training the Perfect Puppy
This is just 1,000 words of a quick little scene I threw together: Alex the grizzly bear takes Toby the sea otter through some obedience training to make sure he's a good boy. And who doesn't like being a good boy for their owner?
"Ready for this, boy?"
Alex stood behind Toby, holding the leash in one paw and the last piece of gear in his other. The bear's hot, humid breath landed heavily on Toby's neck, and the otter couldn't suppress a shiver of anticipation before he looked down at himself for a moment, surveying his transformation: the blue jockstrap snugly cupped his balls and stiffening cock, the leather cuffs cinched around his ankles and wrists felt weighty and secure without being too tight, his harness hugged his chest and framed his pecs just the way he liked, and he gulped to feel his throat move against the collar encircling his neck. He closed his eyes and took a breath, steadying himself.
Alex tugged the leash attached to the collar, bringing Toby back to the here and now. "Well?" the bear prompted.
"Yes, Sir!" Toby responded, shaking his hips and swinging his long tail.
Alex chuckled. "That's a good boy. Trust me, you're gonna love this."
"Oh, I trust you, Sir."
The bear lifted the final piece of gear above Toby's head and paused. "Remember, no going back unless you use the safe word."
"I understand, Sir."
Alex tugged the pup hood down over Toby's head and face, hiding the otter under the black and blue neoprene. Toby wiggled his waist again, and Alex spun him around by the shoulders so he faced the bear, panting with his tongue hanging out. Alex smiled while he looked his pup over.
"There we go. Perfect puppy," Alex growled teasingly.
Toby panted, then yipped.
"Yeah? You like being my little pup?" Alex asked, a playful grin on his face.
Toby nodded vigorously and yipped again.
"Mmm, that's a good boy." Alex rubbed the side of Toby's face, and the pup leaned into the bear's palm for more. Alex chuckled and patted the otter's neoprene-clad cheek. "Alright, down on all fours, puppy."
Toby dutifully sank to his hands and knees, then looked up at Alex, waiting at attention for his next command.
The bear--already fully nude and now resting his free hand on his flaccid cock--raised his left foot and wagged it below Toby's muzzle. "Alright pup, get to sniffing and licking."
He lowered his foot back to the floor and Toby followed it down, sniffing the sweat and musk through the neoprene muzzle. He pushed his nose into the cracks between the bear's toes and lapped at them with his tongue.
"'Atta boy," Alex growled. He felt his cock stir beneath his hand, and he began slowly pumping it as Toby worked, helping it grow in his grip.
He lifted his foot so his heel still rested on the floor, giving Toby access to his sweaty paw pads. The otter hungrily began lapping the pads, and the bear shuddered at the sensation. He arched his foot, giving his pup more of the thick, coarse, tender skin to lick. Toby went at his task with gusto, lapping at his master's foot with long, purposeful slurps, bathing the paw with his saliva, getting every last drop of sweat, and suckling on Alex's large toes.
"That's a good pup," Alex encouraged. He was fully hard now and lazily stroked his cock as he watched and spoke. "Little puppy knows how to treat his owner's feet, doesn't he?"
When he had covered as much as he could, Toby turned his attention to the other foot. He pressed his nose into the arch and the paw pads, blissfully closing his eyes and huffing as he did to overwhelm his nose with his master's scent. His tongue worked the rough skin, wetly pressing into every crevice he could reach.
Alex eventually decided enough was enough and tugged up on Toby's leash. "Alright, pup, up you get. I've got a bone for you to play with."
Gasping to catch his breath, Toby rose to his knees so his head was cradled in Alex's large, meaty paw, and the bear's throbbing cock pressed against the side of his muzzle. Toby sniffed his master's crotch deeply for a moment and rubbed his face in it, bathing himself in the bear's musk, before Alex's grasp on the back of his head tightened and pulled him away. The pup instinctively opened his mouth as the bear pushed his head forward again, and Alex's cock roughly slid past the neoprene muzzle and into Toby's waiting and eager mouth, gliding along his tongue and pushing into the otter's throat. Toby gagged in surprise and tried to pull back, but Alex's paw held him firmly in place.
"Yeah, that's right puppy, just like that," Alex growled, gripping the otter's head. He gently gyrated his hips, delicately thrusting in and out of Toby's throat and tickling his gag reflex. Toby spluttered feebly, his hands on Alex's thighs, but there was no relief. "Fuck, that throat's like velvet."
Alex held his pup for another moment before relenting; Toby pulled back, huffing for air, until the bear's cockead rested on his tongue. Once he caught his breath and repositioned Alex's cock to sit comfortably in his mouth, he began to suck and slowly bob his head back and forth along Alex's length.
"Such a good puppy. You like that bone?"
"Mmm-hmmm," Toby grunted animalistically around the thick cock in his mouth.
"Good boy, show me how much you like it," Alex encouraged. "Go on and hump your owner's leg, little pup."
Toby immediately locked his arms around Alex's thigh. He scooted his waist closer to the bear's leg, then began thrusting against it in time with his sucking; his jockstrap rubbed against Alex's fur, but the bear could feel the hard and desperate cock trapped within the fabric. While the otter was busy below his waist, Alex raised his paw with the leash in it to begin playing with his nipples while he lightly rested his free paw on Toby's head, letting his arm roll back and forth with Toby's head bobbing.
"Mmm, get ready, little pup, we're just getting started," Alex growled.