Ben was walking the the park disgusted by the display he saw. There was a gay pride party going on in the park he was walking through. He wasn't homophobic at all, he was a shy timid college nerd in a computer science major. But these people were in leather bdsm gear in public. Guys in leather harnesses, wearing assless pants, leather jocks, they had collars and leashes, some even on all fours acting like dogs. To him that was too far for a public display. He wasn't the type to say anything to them or call the cops but the disgust and shock were obvious in his face. One guy dressed in leather shorts and a open leather vest, looking like he was in his early 30s walked over. "Whats the matter boy? You look upset?" The guy asked him. Ben couldn't stop himself "I think all this fetish stuff is a bit much for a public park" he said. "You just need to relax a little, boy" the guy said as he slips on a chain with a padlock around Ben's neck with the name Baxter engraved on the padlock. Other necklaces with name tags containing phone numbers and addresses for "if lost, return to" instructions. Before Be....Baxter could react the man slid a rubber pup hood over his head. His body started to become hairless but started to bulk up. He helt himself getting broader with muscle and fat. His shirt changes to a black t shirt that reads "got treats?" on it. His pants turned into cargo shorts as he felt his boxers turn into leather jock strap. He suddenly started to feel light headed, dumber...oddly content and happy. His frustration and disgust fading as he suddenly felt in love with the guy. His dick getting hard as all attraction to women faded to be replaced with thoughts of guys, especially his master....master? That didn't feel right and yet it did. He felt his feet pulse out and widen gettibg bigger to support his bew weight as red black and white sneaks appeared on them and he grinned. Getting down on all fours to sniff at his masters feet, suddebly gay and loving feet as his old memories began to fade and Ben the straight college nerd became Baxter the gay pup with a foot fetish. Doing whatever his master wanted.

    Caption 1 - Monday

    Here we go! Enjoy a week’s worth of photos submitted by @mystrangetfs. We agreed to keep our captions around 250 words each, but we shared such hot pictures that none of y’all can blame us if we happen to go a little overboard! Look out for his story later today, it’ll be a real treat.

    Derrick didn’t want this. He had never intended for this to happen.

    It was just a stupid, careless wish. When you had a boyfriend like Kyle, sometimes you would get frustrated. The little twink was so fiery, and so reckless, that it was all Derrick could do not to throw up his hands in a fit of rage and walk out of the relationship. He loved Kyle, but he wasn’t sure he could stay with someone so immature.

    “I just wish he would listen to me.”

    That was all it took, those were the seemingly harmless words that had caused all of this to happen. When Derrick walked out of the restroom still rubbing his puffy eyes, his boyfriend was waiting for him on all fours. This was not one of his kinks, neither of them had expressed any interest in leather or bondage or pup play, but here Kyle was. Cuffs on his wrist and a jockstrap around his perky ass.

    And a gas mask, for whatever perverted reason.

    He laughed at first, thinking maybe Kyle was trying to apologize in some fucked up, sexy way - but then he just kept sitting there, even as Derrick asked questions and told him to get up. That last part, he did without hesitation. That was all he did, just standing there and breathing deep breaths. Awaiting command. He didn’t speak, he didn’t express anything at all.

    All he could do was obey, but it was like the original Kyle never existed. “Be normal,” Derrick would say, and his boyfriend would fall to all fours and present his ass for fucking. Like that was his default state. It was a turn off, he didn’t want a slave. It was horrible, thinking of selling his lover to a master, but Derrick wanted his life back. He couldn’t go anywhere without Kyle following, even just walking into town his boyfriend would crawl behind him. People stared.

    Derrick was shy, and caring, and too submissive. Kyle was a drone for pleasure. He tried to sniff everything, tried to offer all his holes, obeying every little command that came out of Derrick’s mouth. So he did the unthinkable, and he took his boyfriend by the leash and placed him in the rough hands of a muscle daddy covered in hair and leather. Someone who could put his worship to use.

    It would have ended there if Derrick hadn’t made another foolish wish as he was petting his boyfriend’s hair goodbye. If he would have kept his mouth shut and just walked out of the door. “I wish I didn’t have to leave you.”

    And then the collar appeared on his neck, and he was on all fours with Kyle sniffing his butt, and the muscle daddy was laughing in amusement. He had two pups now. One for each reeking armpit.

    I hopped on the light rail, excited to head to the Pride celebration downtown. I couldn’t wait to meet up with some of my coworkers I was marching with. I smiled as I thought about it. I can’t believe we live in a time when massive corporations are bending over backwards to show how much they support us. I was proud to wear my company’s logo on my t-shirt, to show that where I worked was cool with the gays.

    There were clearly a lot of people on board headed to the parade. Even though my stop was toward the end of the line, there was only one seat left, and I slid into it.

    “Lucky on Pride,” I thought.

    And then I looked up to see them sitting across from me. Three hulking men decked out in leather. Leather boots, leather jackets… oh god, were they wearing assless chaps?

    I frowned. It was people like them who seemed like they were trying to set the gay rights movement back 40 years. Why did they have to sexualize everything? All it did was announce to everyone that gays are a bunch of perverts, letting bigots confirm everything they believe.

    Crap, they saw me looking at them. One leaned in to the leatherman in the middle and whispered something in his ear. The two of the chuckled. Probably something crass.

    I must have made a face, as the one on the other end waved and grinned.

    “Happy pride!” he said.

    I pretended not to hear him.

    “Oh, what’s got you so upset?” he continued.

    I’d had enough.

    “Kink doesn’t belong at pride,” I mumbled.

    “What was that?”

    Fuck. Well, it has to be said. I took a breath.

    “Kink doesn’t belong at pride,” I said. “Pride it supposed to be for all ages, to show we’re just like everyone else. It’s not about sex, it’s about love! If the only part of the gay community people saw was you guys, we’d still be treated like freaks and criminals.”

    I expected them to get angry. I didn’t expect all three to burst out laughing.

    “Boy,” the middle one said.

    Even though the train car was warm, I shivered.

    “Were not just like everybody else,” he growled. “And that’s the point of all this.”

    The leatherman on his other side whispered something in his ear.

    “I think that’s a great idea,” the man in the middle said. Then he pointed at me. “Three.”

    He snapped his fingers.

    My clothes! My clothes had disappeared, and I was sitting naked on the light rail! I tried to cover myself. I looked around, blushing. Time seemed frozen. No one was moving. The train was frozen on the tracks. My head snapped back to the three men, who seemed to be the only people not affected.

    “There wouldn’t be a pride celebration without freaks and criminals,” the man on the left said. “Pride is about rebelling against what people tell you is normal or acceptable. Pride is about not hiding who you are.”

    “Two,” the man in the middle said, and snapped again.

    Suddenly, I wasn’t naked anymore. I was wearing rubber shorts! I could feel them tight on my ass, and… was I commando under them? And… a harness? My hand leapt to my chest, where a leather harness was tightly fastened around my pecs. It brushed my nipple, which now sported a silver hoop. I let out a small involuntary groan. My hand continued upward where it found the source of the sudden weight on my neck- a chain link collar… with a lock!

    “And part of who we are is how we connect,” said the man on the other end.

    Leather boots on my feet, laced up my legs. Oh god, no.

    The man in the middle leaned forward.

    “One,” he smirked, and snapped.

    I felt a sudden surge of emotion in my chest. My eyes wrenched closed. What… what…. oh god, it felt amazing. It felt… free, it felt, oh god-

    I looked up from the floor of the light rail car. Somehow I had gotten on my knees.

    I gazed up at the three gorgeous men above me, smiling down approvingly.

    Oh god, this felt amazing! To belong! To belong to them!

    The one in the middle leaned down to scratch behind the ear of my pup mask. God, the joy! I couldn’t stop grinning.

    “What a good boy!” his gravely tone felt like sunshine incarnate.

    “That’s our pup!” said one of the other men. I leaned against his leg. This feeling!

    The train car dinged.

    “This is our stop, pup!” said the last man.

    Such joy! Oh, was I the luckiest! To be their pup! To be me! To be owned! I wanted to show the world!

    My collar jangled on my neck as I strutted forward.

    That’s what that feeling was, so ready to show off my owners! To show that I was a good boy.


    “Such a proud boy,” said the man as the leash clicked, and he lead me into the sunlight. “Such a good, proud boy.”


    “It’s pup time,” Michael said, and your knees grew weak.

    “No, not again,” you whined, sinking to the ground.

    “Pup time,” he said, holding a hand out towards you. You could feel your cock stiffening, and you try to push it down as you kneel before him, but it’s no use. Your hands are curling, fingers tightening into fists as you become his slave yet again.

    “Just don’t take pictures this –woof!” your voice is disappearing, along with your mind. What were you about to ask? Something about… being a good boy?

    Michael took out his phone. “What was that, boy?” he asked. 

    You remembered: “no pictures,” you begged. “Please – ruff! Woof! Woof woof! Please no pictures.”

    “Pup time,” Michael said, pointing the phone’s camera at you and tapping the screen. That’s the last thing you remembered, until the next day when you opened up Twitter and saw that he’d changed your profile photo. There you were – down on all fours, your dick hard, your tongue hanging out of your mouth in a stupid panting grin.

    "Oh no,” you gasped, trying to log in – but he’d changed your password. And he’d pinned a tweet at the very top: “I want to be your dog slave! Just call me and say pup time,” it said.

    Your phone rang. Without thinking, you picked up. A strange man’s voice was on the other end. “Pup time,” he said, and you felt yourself sinking once more to your knees.

    Read more tales of sexy gay transformation by Douglas Benjamin:

    I’ve been looking for a new dog for a while. Last one ran away.

    Then I saw the perfect specimen in my building. It couldn’t have worked out better. He was young, fit, and he looked like he belonged on all fours.

    All that stood in my way was his free will. All I had to do was collar him.

    Luckily I had developed a pup serum ages ago. It wasn’t perfect (the last couple had run away). But I’d perfect it eventually. For now, I just needed to infect this boy.

    Easiest way? Surprise injection.

    I kept a dose in my pocket for the next week, waiting to run into him again. Then it finally happens.

    “Hey there,” I say. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

    He doesn’t look excited, but he’s polite enough to stop. As he stands in front of me, I search for the best injection spot.

    “What is it?” he asks. 

    “I lost my wallet around here earlier today. Have you seen it?”

    He looks around, as if he thinks he’ll find it sitting on the floor somewhere. Maybe he’s already dumb enough to be a pup.

    “Um, nope, but I’ll let you know if I see it.”

    “Thanks, I’m in apartment 6C,” I say.

    He nods and walks off. The kid’s slower than before, like he’s looking for the wallet. Like he’s playing fetch. I laugh to myself. Before he get’s too far, I come up behind him and stick the needle in his neck. Easy enough. 

    He squirms, tries to shout, but I have him held from behind, and my hand is covering his mouth. The kid has a lot of fight, but I’ve been doing this for a while; I’m not easy to escape.

    I drag him toward my apartment, luckily avoiding any other residents. 

    By the time we reach my place, he’s squirming less. I turn him around to get a good look at his face. His eyes are perfectly blank, completely dumbed down, which lets me know the serum is working. So I let go of his body, and take my hand away from his mouth.

    His tongue instantly droops out of his mouth.

    “Good boy,” I say, chuckling to myself.

    I scratch under his chin, and he’s already panting. The serum worked fast on this one. Maybe I’d finally perfected it.

    I can’t wait to see the boy get on all fours, but I know it’ll take some time. So I go to my room and get the collar I already have ready for him.

    “You want your collar, boy?” I ask.

    He pants heavily, his tongue hanging from his mouth, the drool starting to drip.

    “Good boy. See your name? It’s Buster now,” I say, pointing to the tag.

    To my surprise, he barks. I can’t tell if it’s a bark of disagreement or happiness, but it’s a bark. And that means he’s well on his way to being a pup.

    I stick the collar on him and begin stripping him down. Before I can get his socks off, he’s on the floor. Already on all fours. And his lean, muscular body is perfect.

    “Damn, you’re a good pup, aren’t you, boy?” 

    He barks in reply.

    I scratch under his chin again, and this time, I notice precum dripping from his dick as a result. This is by far the fastest transformation yet.

    “Ready for your tail, boy?” I ask, grabbing a butt plug. 

    He barks again, and this time I know for sure he’s happy. The precum is still dripping. Horny little pup.

    I slide the butt plug in his tight ass, and as soon as it’s in, he starts wagging his ass, his balls and cock swinging with it. The plug will make sure he’s nice and ready for when I fuck him. Don’t want him barking too loud after all.

    Behind his hanging tongue, I can see a pup’s smile on his dumb little face. Glee and excitement in his otherwise blank eyes.

    “Now that’s a good boy. Such a horny jockpup. You’re gonna be a good one, Buster.”

    Man, if the serum is working this well, I might have to get Buster another pup to play with.

    But for now, it’s time to enjoy my new pet. I slip off my belt and release my cock.

    “Now be a good pup and suck your Master’s bone.”

    Buster barks in anticipation. He licks and licks and licks with his tongue, and then my pup starts to suck. His wet mouth makes my dick drip. And as I scratch behind his ear, his cock leaks even more. This is going to be a wonderful arrangement for the both of us.

    “Good pup. Good boy.”


    Maybe we mixed the pup potion a little too strong. My boyfriend and I weren’t expecting to have flashbacks every month. But sure enough, every full moon, we found ourselves down on all fours, barking at each other, wrestling playfully and usually fucking til we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.


    Sounds like I need that potion for some future plans.


    just being miley at the library


    He saw his friend fall onto all fours and start acting like a puppy and he turned to run, he knew the trainer was back "Where are you going Miley?" The trainer said and suddenly he dropped to all fours and pulled down his pants "ruff ruff!" He and his friend were with their trainer again, they were so happy!

    I’d seen him come into the diner every night this week—always during my shift. He’d camp out in a booth near the back with his laptop and a stack of books. Some grad student, I figured. 

    Always the same cocky attitude. Always the same shitty tip. So every night, I’d add a little bit more of the serum into his coffee. Watching as he started to bend down and lick his plates clean with his tongue. And sniff at my hand whenever I brought over a new mug.

    When I brought him his check tonight, I’d slipped my hand under his shirt and scratched his furry stomach. Dick hardening painfully in my slacks as he panted happily. I eyed his plates—licked clean.

    “Good boy,” I whispered. He moaned softly and I his cock tent his pants. It was time.

    “Come,” I said. And started walking out. He hesitated for a second, then followed at my heels. Not bothering to hide his erection.

    He was silent on the ride to my apartment, looking back and forth between me and his still hard dick. Curious. Confused. Horny. 

    I pulled him inside by the collar of his shirt—locking the door, then addressing my new boy.

    “What’s your name,” I asked.

    “Steve…” he said, voice trembling. “Steve.”

    “Huh, no. I don’t think that’s right.”


    “Nooo. Your name is Sparky.”

    “Spar…ky? Uh. No, I’m—”

    I stepped closer to him and he bowed his head, meekly. I started rubbing his neck, then scratching behind his ears. Sparky’s shoulders relaxed and he leaned into my hand. With my other hand, I was slowly undoing his pants.

    “There we go, that’s a good boy. You’re a good boy, right?”

    “Yes sir.”

    I pulled down his pants, and let his hard cock bounce out. “A good little puppy with a nice big cock, apparently.” 

    His chest puffed out at the compliment. And I rewarded him with a few swift tugs.

    “But that’s weird. Don’t puppies stay on all fours?” Slowly, I pressed on the back of his neck. Bringing him down, down, down. Till his knees were on the floor and his ass in the air. 

    His eyes flashed with almost-realization. But as I kept toying with my pup’s big dick, I saw the fear overtaken by animalistic horniness. His eyes glazed over as he started pumping into my hand.

    “That’s a good boy. A good dog.”

    He whimpered. Loud. I took a step back to admire my handiwork. Half man, half pup. Snapback still on his head. 

    “Look at that big, meaty ass. Good boy!”

    He couldn’t help himself. He wagged. Excited by the compliment from his new master.

    “Attaboy. Play with your big cock for me, Sparky. Show me what a slutty puppy you are. Looks like you won’t be finishing the semester. Too many dicks to suck, huh?”

    Sparky arched his back and started rubbing his dick for me. Moaning and whimpering like the horny pup he was.

    Should’ve tipped. 

    I caught Jeremy sniffing my jock after practice at the start of this semester. He was a freshman and I was varsity. Poor guy. He looked up to me. Admired me. Wanted my dick so bad.

    It was too easy.

    After that first week, I started dosing my jocks with the serum and leaving them around for him to find. He’d sneak them out of the laundry bin when he thought no one was looking, then bury his face in my used jock. Sniffing deep. Tasting the sweat and pre-cum I’d left for him.

    This last one I’d worn all week long—during every workout and practice. Even shot a load into it this morning. I held back after the game, taking my time in the shower. Told the other guys I’d catch up with them.

    On my way back to the locker, I casually tossed my jock in with the others in the dirty laundry. And waited.

    He tried to fight it. I’m sure he did. But he was too weak. Too addicted to the smell and the taste. When I went back five minutes later, there he was. Crouched in front of the laundry bin, moaning as he pressed my jock into his face.

    “Hey pup,” I said.

    Jeremy spun around, eyes widening in horror. My sweaty jock just hung from his mouth.

    “No, no. Don’t be scared. Here, give me that.”

    I tried to take the jock from his mouth, but he instinctively bit down on the fabric. That only made me grin wider.

    “Open, dog.”

    There was a flash in Jeremy’s eyes as he realized how he was acting.

    “Fuck. Dave, I’m—”

    “I didn’t tell you to speak, boy. And I don’t think dogs wear uniforms either.”

    He ducked his head, belittled and embarrassed. But I could see his dick getting hard in his pants. Without saying a word, he slowly started taking off his clothes. Still on the floor in front of me.

    I reached down and gave his hard uncut cock a few quick tugs.

    “Good boy,” I said.

    He whimpered—leaking pre-cum all over my hand.

    “Aw, I think he likes that.”

    “Please…don’t stop.”

    “No talking. If you want your cock touched, you’ll whimper.”

    Jeremy raised his ass up and made a pathetic pawing gesture at his dick. Then whimpered again.

    “You want my smelly jock back, boy? Is that what you want, you horny little fuck puppy?”

    Jeremy whined and looked hungrily at the jock. His dick leaked a strand onto the locker room floor. 

    “Then beg. Beg and wag that twinky little ass of yours, pup. Show me what a good boy you are.”

    His eyes glazed over with horniness and he wagged. His dick slapped against his thighs loudly, echoing around the locker room. The bitch was mine.

    “That’s a good boy. I wonder what other tricks you know, little fuck puppy? Guess I’ll have all summer to train you.”

    Yeah. He’d be spending a lot more time looking up to me. From his new place at my feet.


    First person story request about me by @hypnopup


    I parked on the street next to a big shady oak tree as Siri alerted me that I had arrived at my destination. My heart was racing, I don’t know that I’m ready to date again yet, but this guy is so cute and something about our conversations just has me hooked already! I unlocked my phone and double checked the address before taking a deep breath and step out of my car and lock the door. Shakily I walk to the front door. What’s the big deal? You used to do this all the time before you met your ex of nearly 3 years. So what if this is the first time dating again since being single? It’s just a date, what’s the worst that can happen, no second date? You’ll be fine. As I tried to talk myself into being calm, all of the thoughts of dates gone wrong begin to race through my head. What if I end up dead? *I knock on the door* What if he is nothing like his picture? Do I leave? FUCK! What was his name again? John…Josh….James…? The door opens as I contemplate these thoughts, my heart racing a million miles an hour.

    The man standing in front of me was so attractive, I felt weak in the knees. He didn’t look much like his pictures though. The shots he sent me must have been a few years old at least. The man standing in front of me is much more muscled, well defined and taller than his pictures lead on. He immediately stepped outside and wrapped me into a big hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

    I blush shyly as I mention awkwardly how attractive he is and hug him back, feeling lost in his strength.

    “I’m still finishing up getting ready, want to come in for a second while I do that?” He eyed me up and down as he spoke, taking in my every feature, not that I wasn’t doing the same thing to him. I followed him inside as he offered me a drink, which I graciously accepted. I began to sip on the beverage as I looked around, the house was spartan, not much here that you wouldn’t find in a run-of-the-mill dorm setting. I contemplated sitting on the futon while I waited for him, but it looked dingy and unclean, so I resolved to stand. 

    “Alright,” he announced as he entered the living room from the bedroom, looking even more fine than before, “I think you’re all ready.” 

    I laugh at his obvious mistake, “Ummm, I think you mean YOU’RE ready, I already was when I got here.” I bring the glass to my lips and finish the remainder of what tasted like off-brand root beer.

    “No no, I never make mistakes. You’re about to find that out for yourself pup. You should always be careful what you drink when offered from someone who is still a stranger.”

    Oh, shit, I thought. Here comes the crazy, time to make a move for my escape already. The look in his eye turned from a warm glow to a heated lust. “You know, I’m really sorry; but, this is all too much for me, I think I should go… I just got out of a long relationship and I….”

    He walked toward me and placed his hand over my mouth, stopping my talking instantly. My heart raced faster and my head felt fuzzy. “Stop talking and don’t move.” His hand traveled from my face to my jaw line and down my neck to my pec where he lightly traced my hard nipple through my shirt.

    I tried to protest, but no sounds came out. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t respond to the signals my brain was sending. 

    “You see,” he continued, “I have a unique interest in you, which is why I had your ex break up with you. I don’t need to go on a date with you, because I can have you or not at my own choosing, and you are definitely a pup I want for my collection.” His hands traveled down my torso to my pants as he fiddled with the button. I stared at him motionlessly as my mind tried to make me to move; but, nothing was working. My head, so fuzzy. Run dammit! Why won’t I do anything!?

    “You’re probably trying to move, maybe even run right now, that is fine. Go ahead and try. I’m afraid it won’t do you any good though.” The button of my shorts pushed through the adjacent opening and my pants fell to the floor in a pool around my ankles. Without hesitating, he grabbed the full pouch of my undies, lightly squeezing and fondling my  balls and cock through the fabric. 

    “Get hard.” 

    The two words acted like an electric jolt through my body as my cock instantly swelled under his grasp. My eyes grew wide as I stared straight ahead at him. 

    “Good boy.” He grabbed at the bottom of my shirt and lifted up while instructing me to raise my arms with it. The shirt slid over my body, as I was useless to stop it. He moved to my underwear next, pulling them swiftly down my legs, leaving me completely nude in front of him.

    “Such a gooooood booooy.” His words of praise made my cock jolt again as my mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. His hand traced lightly from my balls, up my abs to my pecs and then wandered around the tattoo on my shoulder and arm. Goosebumps prickled across my whole body. 

    “How do you feel boy? You may speak.” 

    I struggled to find words in my head again and finally answered with a series of whines and an unsure “Arrrooofff.” I looked at him with horror and confusion at my sudden situation and dog-like outburst.

    “Good boy! Your mind is mine now, you’re my new doggy boy. But, dogs don’t stand on all fours, do they?” He placed his hands on my shoulders and pressed down. I could feel my body comply with his wishes as my knees and hands met the floor. I looked up at him, the action naturally making my mouth hang open as my tongue fell out like a dog panting. “Speak boy!”

    “Arrruuff Grrruuff Wrrooofff!” 

    He crouched down and scratched behind my ears and down my back. Oh my GOD! It felt so fucking good! I needed more! I ran around in circles at his feet. “Such a good pup! Good boy! I don’t normally let pets on the couch, but hop up boy and show me that puppy tail!” 

    My ass wagged back and forth excitedly as I did what he said and hopped over my pile of clothes and presented my round cheeks by placing one leg up onto the futon. My dick hard as a rock swinging beneath me. I looked over at him as he pulled off his clothes an swung his massive cock out of his tight fitting underwear. I looked at it longingly. Never mind that I’m a dog now or that I was a total top before, I couldn’t wait for him to bury his bone in me any more and let out a longing howl of desperation. 

    “There you go boy, is this what you wanted?” He came up behind me and mounted me slowly, his girth filling my entire body as I let out involuntary whines and whimpers of pleasure. “God! You feel so fucking good pup!” He began to pump into me, rubbing his cock back and forth across my engorged prostate as he grabbed my hips to propel himself as deep into me as possible. “See, you’ll be my pup forever once I cum inside of you, and isn’t it so much nicer to belong to me? Looks like you won’t have to worry about dating after all.”


    More pup hypno please :)


    “You can’t order me around. I’m not a kid!” 

    My stepson could be such a brat. “No, you’re right.” I said. “You’re not a kid. In fact, you’re not even a human.” 

    The twerp shrunk back as I stepped closer.

    “You’re just a dumb, horny puppy.”


    “Ah, ah, ah.” I shook my finger at him. “Puppies don’t talk.”

    A dog-like whine came out of him, and he clapped his hands over his mouth. Suddenly terrified.

    I towered over him. “And I don’t think they stand on two legs, either.” 

    My stepson fell forward—landing on his hands and knees. He looked up at me, eyes pleading. 

    “Aw, don’t look at me like that, little guy. You’re going to like being my little puppy.” I bent down and started scratching his stomach. “After all, that’s what turns you on. Your puppy cock’s getting hard just thinking about it, isn’t it?”

    I could see his cock straining through his shorts now. 

    “But puppies don’t wear clothes, do they?” I could see the struggle on his face. I reached down to tug at his shirt—but the mutt had enough control left to lash out and nip my hand. I pulled it back sharply. 

    “BAD BOY,” I yelled. “You know, I was just going to teach you a lesson. But I think it’s time you learned your place.” He was cowering now. Whining for me to stop. But it was too late. 

    I slammed against his mind, wiping out the last of his resistance in one go. “You’re nothing but an obedient, slutty little puppy.” I threw him up on the couch and started ripping his clothes off. “Obsessed with sticking his nose in his master’s balls, lapping up his cum, licking every drop of sweat off his body. Isn’t that right?”

    I could see my new pup’s eyes glazing over with lust. His cock started leaking, and he involuntarily stuck his ass up in the air. He was mine.  

    “Good boy.” I stepped back, admiring my handiwork. A whining, bouncy pup in front of me. Cock leaking as he rubbed it against the couch. His stupid hat was still on. The only thing human about him. 

    “Who’s my stupid little fuck puppy?” I asked. He barked, humping even more enthusiastically. I stripped my shirt off and walked back over to him, ready to break him in.

    I guess I’d let him stay on the couch. Just this once.


    Would you recommend an outfit for me to wear??

    Mr Hares you are inpatient now aren’t you? You should know more than most that change can happen at any point and in the strangest of ways. for example, the hood upon your head, you know the one. Yes the pup one, you don’t remember putting it on but there it is, snug and tight like always. Your pup mode starts but I am not finished. Let’s change the body for sec, I mean we have to get the clients ready right? hmm how about this?

    Ah yea, you seemed to like it, I mean you did send me this selfish immediately afterwards, don’t you remember? Maybe its all that pup space right? well then just take the mask off, it should be easy enough right? oh its stuck? that can’t be right can it? I mean pups don’t have masks…just faces. Look again pup, whose that other doggy in the mirror? is it you? That’s right, good boy. You seem to have forgot how strong pup space can be didn’t you.

    A week later and you are still strolling pasting me when I get home, like a little lost puppy, begging for attention. Ok but you know I have work.

    Don’t look at me like that boy…oh ok maybe a little game of fetch around the room…you remember fetch right boy? good wage that tail boy…you remember the tail right? you do? good boy now let me get you some food, I mean you can’t open anything with those paws….you remember the paws right? of course you do, you are such a good boy. Now lets get you to the pet store, now the change is complete those clients are going to want to see you. Don’t worry, I will be right there with you, we can show them the tricks you have learned. Aww good boy, you wants belly rubs? Let me grab and your lead and we will go.


    @thesneakshaveit is a new blog that’s appeared this week, go check him out he has LOTS of stories.


    Yes...just yes to all of this


    Pupcandies : you never felt like that ! 


    You were almost lost in the guy’s eyes as he was talking to you. Damn he was so nice to look at and to listen you didn’t hear a word of the nonsense he was going on about. You just smiled and nodded.

    He offered you the lolly and you mindlessly just licked away. You follow him as he takes you to his home. The more you lick, the more you feel uncomfortable in your clothes. You take them off one by one, feeling better each time.

    He asked you to speak and you tried but all that came out was a small bark. He told you to get off the chair, dogs don’t sit on the furniture. Now you were on all-fours where you remain as his pup.


    See that leather man in the back? He trapped them. The two boys went to the gaypride unknowing of their fate. They went there just wearing the shorts. Walking through the streets the leather man stopped them and started talking to them. His voice was so sweet, they didn’t pay attention when he put the masks on their heads.

    The man walked away quickly when he put the masks on. Looking around confused for their leather man the boys quickly lost the ability to speak to each other. The only thing they could do was make doglike sounds.

    They will lose the ability to walk in a matter of time, and will get hornier and hornier, carving the cock of their godlike leather man. He will come back to them to put on their paws and take them to his mansion. they will maks good pups. It’s a shame they can’t make new ones together, but they’ll do well as personal fuckpups.


    Ten reasons why it is awesome to be a puppy!

    1)     A dog is a man’s best friend.
    I mean, come on, who doesn’t like a cute puppy? We have a playful attitude, we can be mischievous at times, we’re pettable and warm company… Be aware that it may take time for your handler to get over the initial awkwardness of having you around on all fours and to accept your puppy persona, but once the interaction is there, you’ll be loved in a unique way and get all the attention a puppy so desperately craves.


    2)     No words needed
    When you’re being a pup, you don’t have to worry about social awkwardness or having to keep up a conversation. If you like something, you bark, wag your butt and get all excited. If you dislike something, growl, whine or walk away. You can tilt your head for confusion, pounce and wrestle for playfulness, sit pretty and use your puppy eyes for begging etc. It can feel odd to bark, but you don’t have to! Body language is your way of communicating. It’s that simple and really fun! ^^

    3)     Let it gooo
    Everyone has times they find their life stressful, worrying about money, work, college, social life or whatever. It’s moments like these that you should let things go and let your inner dog take over. Squeaky toys, food, scratches, playing fetch, naps, attention and squirrels are everything you’ll need to worry about when your in pup mode. Have you any idea how realxing it is to lay at your owner’s feet or to have a little beauty nap on a puppy bed? We all need a break sometimes.


    4)     Pretty puppy
    Even though additional gear is not necessary to be a pup, I find there’s nothing cuter than a nicely geared up pup, no matter what gender or body type. A harness, collar, dog tail and/or puppy hood are the usual basics, but also leather, rubber suits, lycra wear, leashes, cuffs, bandanas, footwear, jockstraps and much more can be added… All kinds of combinations are possible to make you the most stylish, handsome pup in town. Make sure to bark at that handsome pup in the mirror! ^^

    5)     Self-
    As a pup, you’ll be able to discover and form your own identity. Every pup is different. Not only gear-wise (like using certain colours or gear combinations) but also personality wise! Are you a cuddly puppy or kinda bitey and playful? A you beta or more alpha? Are you verrrry naughty or perfectly obedient? Are you a bouncing energetic pup or more laid back? etc. Some even decide to link these characteristics to a certain breed. Take some time in exploring what your unique puppy persona is like. Maybe it’s totally different than your human self!


    6)     You’re not alone!
    More and more people are getting interested in pup play, leading to more online communities on different social media. This is great, as I’ve found everyone incredibly supportive and helpful, no exceptions. Pup play on your own can be hard to do. It gets way more interesting when you’re able to share your experiences with others and getting inspired by other pup’s adventures. There are loads of options to get involved and make friends, both locally as globally. Twitter, Tumblr, Fetlife and multiple forums or message boards for example.


    7)     Kinky and vanilla in one.
    It’s pretty damn kinky to be collared, to be walked on a leash, to eat from a bowl or to walk around on all fours. In pup play, these actions are not meant to be humiliating at all, making it easier for kink-beginners to get involved. Even though there’s a big part of submissiveness involved in an owner/pup role-play, it’s not per say considered foreplay or aimed to be arousing like many other kinks. Inside the world of BDSM, I feel pup play is satisfying in a very different way than any other kink I’ve ever tried, whether your approach is very kinky or relatively vanilla. 

    8)     What about sex? 
    Well. No for me, as I find it sex conflicting with my headspace, but yes for others. Some like to do all kinds of other stuff when in their pup head space, including sex, (obviously doggy style position preferred XD). Some like to emphasize the submissiveness in a play by adding bondage, spankings, watersports, humiliation, orgasm control, exhibitionism, diapers and… well, basically any other kink you can think of. To each their own, again it’s all about individual preferences. Some pups prefer the sexual approach and others prefer to get petted and taken care of on a more platonic level. If you wanna chase all the puppy butts and/or puppy dicks, go fetch it! If not, then that’s just as fine.


     9)     Losing control
    What’s very appealing to me as a pup is the fact I’m not expected to be the one in control, which on its own is very relaxing and soothing. For example being ordered to sleep on the floor, having to eat from a bowl, being corrected for chewing shoes, having to perform tricks for treats, being leashed to the radiator or being put in a cage for a time out… It’s that interaction with a handler/owner/Sir/Sominant that makes pup play extra fun for me. I’m aware not everyone is in the position where they have an owner to play with, but in general, being a pup is the perfect mix of obedience, submissiveness and innocent mischief.

    10)     Confidence boost
    Let’s make the last one the most important one: When you’re being a pup, you can be proud of yourself, no matter what. You know why? Because you dare to open up a side of yourself nobody gets to see. It takes courage to get on your knees and to show yourself so vulnerable. You are strong enough to neglect the risk of people making fun of you and you deliberately choose to step outside society’s comfort zone. That is admirable, bravo!
    Plus, there’s the warm welcome by a supportive community, the ‘good boy’-praisings, the earning treats for your efforts, all the attention from a loving owner, the positivity around pups et cetera.
    You know, in the end the whole puppy role play is based on making you feel good, hopefully giving you a better self image and a big confidence boost along the way!


    So, this was my top 10. I’m sure y’all can come up with more points! To all kink/pet play/pup play/bdsm blogs: Feel free to reblog and add your ideas. ^^
    Spread the word, pups are awes



    A sneaker always smells better when it comes from a sexy stud.


    He had been sent a strange package in the mail from his friend. When he opened it he thought it was some kinda joke or something. There was a letter inside telling him to wear it and go to the lake to meet up. The note was worded like a joke/dare so he had to do it.

    He stripped down and put on the shorts with no underwear, as it had an opening for his ass to hangs out. He put on the shoes and socks, and the knee pads. He slipped on the fingerless gloves and the collar. He pulled out the yellow tail and thought "this seems really gay" it was basically a dildo with a tail attached to it. But still he slipped it in...and...for some reason it felt...good.

    He was a bit confused at this point. The harness and dog mask seemed to be a bit too much yet he found himself putting them on too. He then seemed to lose total control of himself and got on all fours and headed to the lake. He had to go meet his master...friend, his friend, he corrected.

    Once he got there he saw his friend dressed in a leather jacket. "Ruff ruff master" he heard himself say without control. It was like two personalities were present, one in control, and his own just trapped watching. He was treated like a dog and did tricks and everything, he got butt scratches as a reward, people walked by giving confused looks and laughing but his new personality was a show off and got hard from it. Finally he was forced to sniff inside his new master's shoe and loved it. Meanwhile he was just trapped forced to observe and feel humiliated.

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