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Coming home for Christmas was an exciting time. Not because of presents or anything childish like that, but this was my first time back after having left for college earlier in the year, and I was looking forward to seeing my family. And Richard most of all.

Richard was my father. Well, step father technically, but I'd stopped calling him that a long time ago. We had an... unorthodox relationship. I suppose to label it, the closest would be 'fuck buddies'. Me, a little recently outed gay dalmatian and him, the big beefy lion step dad. We made for an interesting pair.

It started two years ago, not long after I finally worked up the courage to come out as gay. It was a hot day. Uncomfortably hot. Which also happened to describe the way he looked, sitting topless on the couch with his stance wide enough that if I looked just right I could make out hints of his junk up the leg of his shorts.

And boy did I look. I found every excuse I could to keep walking in and out of the living room, glancing as casually as I could in his direction each time. I thought I was being subtle, right up until the time my gaze moved from his crotch to his face and I saw him looking right at me.

My heart stopped and so did I, frozen in place by fear. I struggled for something to say, but nothing came to mind. Of all the things to get caught doing...

"What's wrong boy?" He spoke after a while. "Want a better look?" His thumbs hooked the waist of his shorts and a cocky grin spread across his muzzle. I don't remember entirely what happened next, but it wasn't long before my face was buried in his crotch, and his cock was in my mouth not much later after that.

I spent most of the ride home wondering if we'd get the chance to do something again. If he'd even be up for it. We had to stop when I left for college, obviously, and despite several casual hookups with other guys during my time at college, my mind wandered often to thoughts of him.

Our annual belated Christmas dinner was, as usual, pleasant enough, but I kept wondering the whole time, glancing towards him while we ate for some sign that he was thinking the same. It wasn't until dinner ended that I got what I wanted.

The others announced their intention to go see a movie

"Nah, I'm beat" Richard said. "Think I'll just stay here and tidy up." He turned to me, eyebrow quirking for just a moment. I got the message.

"Yeah, I'm kinda tired from the ride here. Think I'll stay too."

I busied myself collecting the plates and cutlery as the rest of the family got ready to leave. I waited anxiously, stood by the sink and lazily running a sponge over a plate as I listened to them go. Finally the front door closed and the house fell quiet. I stayed where I was, heart pounding as I continued to give the plate a half-hearted cleaning.

I heard him move in the living room, boot clad footsteps making their way to the kitchen, until at last he was behind me. His arms went around my torso and I felt his breath on my neck. I wriggled in his grasp. "That's kinda distracting, you know."

"The dishes can wait. I've got another present for you."

He turned and left the kitchen, and I couldn't drop the plate fast enough to follow. He led me upstairs, and I watched his ass as he took each step, mind racing with thoughts over what we might do. We had a lot of time to make up for.

Once upstairs I expected him to head into his bedroom, but instead he walked by it and straight for mine. Had they changed rooms while I was gone? He opened the door and I was greeted by the familiar sights of the room I used to inhabit.

I followed him in and, out of habit, turned to close the door. I barely had it shut before he pushed me against it, pinning me there with his body. Again I felt his breath against my neck, but this time it was accompanied by the quick nipping of his teeth. Damn, I loved it when he did that.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this." He growled, grinding his crotch against my ass as if to accentuate his point.

"I... think I can take a good guess." It wasn't much in the way of banter, but it was hard to think while pinned to the door and subject to his attentions, not that I was complaining. He kept up his nipping and grinding for a while, but before long his weight was gone and I looked over my shoulder to see him moving to the bed. I was about to follow when he spoke.

"Strip and get on your knees. It's time for your present."

"Yes sir," I said, already beginning to pull off my clothes as I watching him reach for something under the bed. By the time I was done discarding my clothes and getting on my knees he was on his way back, a small, nondescript bag in his hand. He grinned as he saw me knelt there, placing his free paw on my head as he passed.

"Good boy. Now stay right there."

I did as I was told as he walked behind me, wondering what my present was. I could only guess as I heard the bag set down, then rustling and a small jingling noise as it's contents were removed. For a moment I could see his arms in the periphery of my vision, then I felt something press against my neck as he began to wrap it around. My cock jerked in excitement as I realised what it was. A collar! An actual, real life dog collar!

The collar was fastened in place and I writhed a little in shame and excitement. Pet play was an interest we hadn't explored much, beyond his calling me 'puppy' in that tone that made me want to live up to the moniker, but now it seemed we were diving right on in at the deep end and, despite my embarrassment, I was more than happy to let it continue.

A click from behind me announced the addition of a leash to the ensemble and I felt my embarrassment flare again. Richard walked around to face me, bringing the leash with him which turned the collar around my neck so the D-ring was facing the front. I heard that jingle again, discovering it was made by a tag.

"Well ain't that cute." Richard said, drawing me back to the reality of my situation. I'd been naked around him before, but now, on my knees in collar and leash with him towering above me, other end of the leash held firmly in his hand and grinning that cocky grin of his, I really felt it. My eyes instinctively wandered in a futile attempt to alleviate some of my awkwardness. I hear Richard chuckle above me. "Don't look so shy, pup. Come here. I'll show you how cute you look'

That said, he tugged gently at the leash, urging me onto all fours before turning and beginning to walk. The leash tautened quickly, and I found myself crawling behind him without question like a dog, suddenly aware of how aroused I had become now I could feel my hardening dick bounce below me with every movement as he led me to the full sized mirror on the other side of the room. It was a short journey, to my dual relief and disappointment, but there was little time to dwell on that as Richard stood aside and I got my first good look at myself.

There I was; on all fours and completely naked besides the collar, which was a deep red in stark contrast to the white on my fur. It complimented the red flush my cheeks seemed to now hold permanently, at least. The tag, I noticed, had something written on it, and I crawled closer to the mirror to read it, whining slightly as I realised what it said.

'Pawslut'

Again I felt the persistent tide of embarrassment wash over me, along with the sizable amounts of arousal that kept me almost fully hard and leaking pre all over the carpet.

"Well? Like your present, pup?" I looked up at reflection of the lion holding my leash, a sheepish smile on my muzzle.

"Yes, Sir. Thank y--ah!"

I was cut off in shock as he leaned forward and batted me lightly on the nose with a finger.

"Ah, ah, ah," He chided. "Dogs don't talk, do they? Thank me like a proper pup."

I whined, receiving only a raised eyebrow and unrelenting stare down in return. Pushing aside my humiliation, I focused on forming the sound I wanted, beginning with a sort of rumbling growl in the back of my throat. My muzzle opened and I let out a bark, louder and less natural sounding that I'd have liked, but Richard seemed pleased enough.

"Gooood puppy!" He cooed, reaching forward to rustle the fur on my head in a way that made my tail wag and my tongue hang from my muzzle. It lasted only a few seconds, but it was the first time I'd actually felt like the dog I was acting as. I made a quick mental note to ask for more petting if I ever worked up the courage.

I was led back to the bed, crawling and dripping pre behind me the whole way. Richard sat down, reclining so his back was against the wall and his legs and feet hung off the bed. He pointed down.

"Alright, Pawslut. Time to see if you can live up to the title."

He kicked off each boot then set his heels on the ground, presenting me with my sock clad targets. I crawled forward eagerly. Even with all the new pet play stuff, this was familiar and much loved territory. I reached for his left paw, lifting it to my face and wasted no time pressing my muzzle against the sole and inhaling deeply. The smell of sweat and musk flooded my nose and I was instantly reminded of how much I had missed doing this.

Richard began rubbing at his dick through his pants as I peeled the sock from his foot, continuing my constant sniffing at the sole the whole time and stopping only long enough to fully remove the sock. That done, I went back to work, now licking at his sweat covered paw.

He huffed as my tongue ran along his paw pad, scooping the sweaty flavour up, and I couldn't help but grin. Still as sensitive as ever there, it seemed. I began to exploit it, focusing solely on the pads, giving them a more than thorough cleaning with an assortment of broad and quick laps. I heard his breathing become more intense, a subtle sign that I was doing a good job, but before long he pulled his foot from my grasp.

I whined in disappointment before his other foot, sock still present, took it's place. But before I could get to work, he planted the foot squarely on my chest and began to push. Using that and the leash to control my descent, he pushed me back until I was laying on the floor.

"Much better position. Get back to work, pup."

I did as I was told, reveling in again having him call me pup. Adjusting my position a little to better reach, I took hold of his other foot and began to repeat the process I had gone through with his left one. I sniffed at the sock, savouring it's scent before peeling it off to reveal the treasure underneath, the musky aroma making me pant as I made every effort to essentially cover my muzzle with it.

His scent was every bit as potent as I remembered, and with every sniff and every passing second my mind became more clouded with the sheer need to get more of it. My cock, which hadn't stopped being achingly hard and dribbling this whole time, was brought back to my attention when Richard used his free foot to press it down against my belly before beginning to rub and squeeze at it. The soft fur and rougher pads massaging my shaft left me writhing and moaning into the one I was servicing.

"Eager little pawslut, ain't ya?" Richard said. He sounded out of breath and though I couldn't see it from my position, I heard the tell tale sounds of him pumping his own length up on the bed. He tugged on the leash, reminding me of the constant presence of the collar around my neck. "I can feel your dick throbbing. Guess puppy likes being put in his place."

My only response was an indistinct moan. Even if I was in any state of mind to be forming coherent responses, my mouth was already much more interested in the toes it was currently cleaning. Richard chuckled and lifted his paw from my dick, only to bring it down again on the knot. My mind went blank as pleasure shot through my system, and by the time I regained my senses enough to realise how close I was to orgasm it was already too late.

I thrust against his paw desperately, feeling it flex and squeeze against my dick and heightening the sensation of my inevitable climax. It came suddenly, wave after wave of pent up arousal flooding out and I could do little but moan and pant around the paw in my mouth while continuing to grind against the other. It was a more intense climax than any I'd had in a while, and by the time it finally subsided I was little more than a quivering wreck beneath his feet.

Toes still in my mouth, I gave then a sheepish and tired lick. More of an apology than an attempt to continue my servicing, as much as I would have liked to.

"Aww, little puppy shoot his load already?"

I moaned and wriggled on the floor. His paws were still right where they had been when I came, and the constant pressure on my sensitive knot was driving me insane. He chuckled.

"If I'd known you were this into it I'd have gotten you that tag years ago, pawslut."

I whined again, covering my eyes with my arm. I could tell I was blushing again. This was so humiliating. I loved it.

"Suppose we can take break. I'll have plenty of time to use you later. But first..." I felt him remove his paw from my mouth and the other from my dick. "Clean up your mess."

I looked to see what he meant, and it didn't take long to figure out. The paw that had been stepping on my dick was now in front of my face, and it was coated in my cum. I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Glad you think it's so funny," Richard said, then lowered his foot until it pressed against the front of my muzzle, causing some of the mess to stick. "Get to work."

I didn't need to be told a third time. Using my tongue like a towel I began to wipe all of my cum off. I started with the paw pads, delighting in hearing Richard huff and growl at how sensitive they were. Again I heard him begin to jerk himself off.

Spurred on now, I moved on to the rest of his foot, licking my seed from every nook and curve, scooping it from between his toes. Distantly I thought to myself it was a good thing I'd acquired a taste for my own cum during my adventures at college, before realising I'd probably have done it anyway and enjoyed it just as much simply because he had told me to. With that thought, combined with the scent of both his feet and my own cum sticking to my muzzle, I could feel my arousal starting to build again already.

Above me, I heard Richard begin to growl and his panting becoming more erratic. It was a sound I knew well. I'd heard it plenty of times before while his dick was buried in my mouth or ass. Sure enough, it wasn't long before the toes I was working on cleaning curled and I heard him grunt as his own orgasm came. I kept licking his now mostly clean foot, taking pride in giving him so much pleasure.

His orgasm subsided, and the room was quiet except for his heavy breathing and the gentle lapping of my tongue. A minute passed, or perhaps two, then he lifted his foot from my face and sat up on the bed to look down at me on the floor.

"Good to have you back home, boy." He said, grinning down at me, using the fur on my chest to wipe the saliva and what remained of my cum off his feet.

I grinned back, but didn't say anything, replying with a light 'rrruff'. Dogs don't talk.

He chuckled, reclining again on the bed. "Well, I need a break. I think you have some dishes to finish though, pup."

I groaned, wanting to enjoy my post orgasm moment a while longer.

"Oh, it's not that bad. Get dressed if you want, but keep the collar on." He paused. "Maybe if you're quick enough we can go again."

I scrambled quickly to my feet. Suddenly I couldn't get to the kitchen fast enough.