Caretaker at Pup House pt 2

We walked to the living room together. Paul showed me to a long sofa where I sat. Matt and Adam took up seats on either side of me. Paul stepped away to a single person chair. He sat and crossed his legs. I looked back and forth between all of them. Matt smelled of sweat while Adam smelled of soap. I dried my hands on my jeans in an attempt to flatten them and make sure my bit of an erection wasn't visible.

Paul started the conversation but I didn't participate much. It was more of a chance for me to get to know them. Matt told us about being a sculptor and how he makes extra money as a nude model and about his motorcycle. Adam told us about his job in sales for an electronics company. I was about to tell them about myself but I felt awkward and was relieved when Paul interrupted to ask if I'd be interested in seeing Matt dressed up in his gear. Matt sat up eagerly at the suggestion so I nodded and said that I would. Paul and Matt excused themselves and Adam sat with me for a while before asking if I was any good at pool. I told him I played at the community center during junior high and high school.

"Maybe a strip game," he said.

I bit my lip to try and hide my eagerness to see him naked but he saw my anxiety and laughed it off. We sat a few more minutes in silence until we heard a bark and the scampering of a man on all fours making his way to us as fast as he could. I looked to see him, naked except for a harness, his mask, and kneepads. A tail stuck out from his butt swayed with his movements. He headed straight for me so I sat back, my shoulders sunk into the padding as he raised up over my lap his hands on either side of my thighs. He stuck his nose right up to mine. I thought he was about to bump our noses together or lick me when I heard Paul in the doorway.

"Sprocket that's no way to greet guests. Get down."

He promptly pushed away from me, turned to show me his tail and tagged it. There it was, a tail stuck into his asshole, a persistent and continuous pressure. His ass, his legs, his whole body was gorgeous. I could barely make out his dick and balls until Paul gave him the commands to turn to me and sit. He did so obediently. He sat and he stared at me. His dick was right there on display, thick and long. He looked excited.

"Would you like to play with him?"

I couldn't speak but after a while I managed to nod my head. My face felt warm, my clothes loose and tight at the same time in all the wrong places. I had a full erection at the sight of him there and it was bent inside my underwear.

"Would you like to touch him?"

"Yes," I croaked.

Adam laughed a little but stopped himself by clearing his throat. Paul motioned for me to move to him so I did, mindful of my erection I bent over, squatted as if I was trying to stay on his level. I reached for his dick, wrapped my fingers around it. I pulled the foreskin back, his bulbous head was wet. I jerked him slowly as he opened his knees to me. I could feel him staring at me. They all were.

"That's enough, we don't want to over stimulate him," Paul said.

I pulled my hand away, fell to my knees there in front of him as my own dick continued to throb. I didn't want them to see me, my dick. Was this what it could be like? His dick bobbed as it continued to point at me.

"I think Adam is feeling left out. Would you like to help him go change?"

I looked up to Paul as he stared back at me. We looked each other in the eye. How good could this be? Just what was possible?

"How about it?" Paul asked.

"Could we?" Adam asked.

"Can I?" I asked.

"Of course, Adam show him the way."

"Come on," Adam said before he moved to me, took my hand, then pulled me to my feet. He led the way back through the house, past the expensive furniture, up the stairs, and down the long hallways. We finally came to a door. He pushed his way inside. His room was a mess. There were clothes and underwear all over the floor. He led me to the closet where he opened a few drawers. He took out a harness, a mask, and a tail.

"Do you want to help?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Why don't you undress me?"

It was my opportunity. With shaking hands I reached for his tie, pulled it loose. I unfastened each button, untucked his shirt. I ran my fingers up his cotton undershirt to his shoulders, pushed it off. It fell to the floor. I took hold of his belt, undid it. He smiled at me. I smiled back. My fingers felt steady as I unbuttoned his pants, opened his zipper. I took hold of each side of his pants, then pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them. I stood back up slowly to appreciate his milky thighs, the bulge in his white briefs, his flat stomach. I pinched his shirt from his body, raised it up to his armpits. He raised his arms so I pulled it up and off.

Down to his briefs just like I had on under my jeans he looked so vulnerable but his grin told me he wasn't just enjoying this but that he had more power in this situation than I did. The only mark on his body was nipple rings, or in fact barbells. I picked up his harness, noted its yellow color.

"What's your pup name?" I asked.

"Puddles," he answered.

I raised my eyebrows at the answer, so he was indeed into piss play. Just what was I getting myself into? Would he try to get me on my knees and piss on my chest, maybe my face? I had thought about it a few times in those fleeting, dark impulses but it seemed too far, too much.

Putting the harness on him was one thing, the mask something else, but when it came time for the tail I really had to stop and consider what I was doing. I stared at it for a long time, the size of it, the function of it. This tail would be stuck in his hole continuously stretching it. He'd wag it and sit on it but it wouldn't leave him. Not enough to hit the prostate, just there hanging onto him.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" he asked.

His voice was eager. He wanted it. He wanted me to stick it in him.

"I'm not really sure what to do. I've never done this before."

He told me where to find the lubricant, instructed me to rub some on the plug and then on his asshole. I was reluctant even after he bent over against the bed and spread his cheeks for me, but I did it. I pushed it inside of him.

Once it was in place he wagged back and forth before turning on me and barking a few times with excitement. I laughed as I pretended to be afraid. We teased each other a little before he ran off and I chased after him. Back through the house all the way to where Paul and Sprocket had been. They were on the sofa together, Paul sipped from a glass of wine. Sprocket was on his back with his head in Paul's lap, his knees up and open a little, his dick still hard.

Puddles dropped to his hands and knees, crawled over to Sprocket, put his nose to the other man's dick, then moved around to his asshole. Sprocket laughed at the feeling of it. I just stood there and watched in admiration. Paul stroked Sprocket's chest as Puddles climbed onto the sofa, moved between his knees, their hard dicks touched and rubbed against each other as they rubbed their noses together.

"What do you think?" Paul asked.

"It's been fun. I don't know. I guess I'm overwhelmed."

"Is it something you could get used to?" he asked.

"Very much so," I replied.

"I was thinking about what you said about being unemployed. It's been a while but we could really use a house boy. It's difficult to find one who is as open minded as we need. Would you be interested?"

"Full-time?"

"The boys would like to have someone around. It would make things easier for me."

"Okay," I said.

 "Now it's your turn. Why don't you show us what we'd be getting?"

Caretaker at Pup House pt 1

The day I quit my job at the Burger Train I felt pretty good, ecstatic really, I told my boss to go fuck himself and walked out with my shoulders high. Two weeks later as I sat in a gay bar with my head in my hands, fingers entangled in my mop of dirty blonde hair I was pretty miserable because I couldn't find a job. I had a few hundred dollars left in my savings account and not much in my checking but I was buying myself drinks as I tried to come up with a plan.

Piss drunk I got to my feet and drifted back to the men's room. I pushed my way inside, went to the trough and unzipped. I untucked my dick through the opening in my briefs and started to piss when l looked up to the wall and saw a unique advertisement written in black marker.

Caretaker Needed for Pups
Grown men who get together on the weekends, some weekdays, and holidays. Looking for kind handler. xxx-xxxx

I took a photo of the ad with my phone because I thought it would be a sort of laugh. I thought I'd text it to a few friends, maybe post it to social media. One of those kinky things that could only be found in a gay bar. I put my phone away, made my way out to the bar and finished my drink before I left. It was a short walk to my basement apartment in my parent's house. I crawled into my unmade bed and fell asleep.

Four hours later I woke up, drool on my pillow and I smelled like a brewery. I got to my feet, stripped off my clothes as I made my way to the toilet. I did my business then got into the shower, soaped and rinsed off, washed my hair. Every part of my lean, skinny body felt clean and I had a need so I jerked off quickly.

My legs felt squid like as I made my way back to the bed with a towel around my waist. I sat on the edge of it and started to look through my clothes when I remembered the ad on my phone. I got it out, got to the ad, read it over again. It was funny at first but I couldn't bring myself to send it. It had someone's phone number. I opened the editor, readied to wipe it out but I couldn't make the swipe. There was something about it. Someone, some people looking for someone else to play a role. I typed the number into my phone, made the call.

"Hello, this is Paul," a man said.

"Hi, my name's Brad. I uh, saw your ad on the men's room wall. Is it real?"

"Why don't we meet somewhere and talk?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

"Afterwards if you feel up to it we can go back to my house to talk."

We met at a coffee shop within walking distance from where I lived. He told me he'd be wearing a mauve polo shirt. I told him I'd be dressed in my usual white t-shirt and jeans. He greeted me with a handshake, looked me over. I kind of felt like a piece of meat but I was doing the same. He was handsome, taller than me by a few inches, well groomed. He smelled of musky cologne, the type of smell that was good to wake up to in the morning. He had an easy smile, muscled forearms. I couldn't tell his age, maybe mid-thirties, at least ten years older than my twenty.

 He made me feel at ease as he ushered me to the line where he offered to buy me a coffee. I accepted but ordered a small latte trying to remain polite. After my drink was made we walked to a table by the window where he had been sitting, there was a cup of coffee and an electronic tablet.

"I know it's a weird place to leave an ad, especially with my phone number, but my friend Matt did it. He's a bit impulsive."

"It got my attention," I said.

"Do you have any experience in this kind of thing?"

"Uh, not really, but I'm open minded, you know. I'm not judgemental."

"Are you in college?"

"Community, and I worked at a fast-food place but I quit recently."

"Really?"

"I'm looking for something better, something different."

We fell into an easy conversation after that. We talked about different things. He told me about his work as a manager at an investment fund. I told him about my film studies and my interest in the history of the studio system. I was at ease with him. I felt a connection and that he genuinely wanted to be with me so when he asked if I'd like go to his house I agreed.

"Listen, the thing is I live with a couple of people, Matt who I told you about and Adam. They're both home and eager to meet you. How would you like to meet them?"

"Yeah, sounds good," I said.

He made a quick call to let them know we'd be there soon as we walked out of the shop to his car, a red Mustang. The whole drive there I couldn't help but think of what his house would be like and the two men I'd meet. Would they greet me at the door on all fours with those pup masks on? Would they try to lick me or maybe even sniff my crotch? I was anxious about it but told myself I had to be brave enough to see it through, to have the experience.

It was a quick drive out of town on the highway, each car we passed, each light we passed meant I was getting farther away from home. He was an aggressive driver but not risky. He turned on the radio and I fell into the calm, passive state I usually achieve when someone I trust is driving. Far away from the city he pulled off the highway to a development area. We passed several newly built homes until we reached a gated community. I thought for sure we'd pass it but we didn't. He even had identification to show the guard. Just how rich is he? Just how rich are they?

He drove us through the sprawling neighborhood until we got to what felt like the last houses, the biggest houses, houses with walls and fences around them. Walls within walls, I thought as he opened the gate with a swipe of a badge. He drove up a winding path through trees and finally it was there. His house and it was larger than I could have imagined. He pulled in front, got out and started to the house but I didn't move. I was stunned and it took him coming back and opening the car door to snap me from it.

As we walked he put a comforting arm around me and asked if I was okay. I welcomed the touch and told him that I was but I was lying and I think he knew it. The front door was opened before we even got to it. In the well lit opening were two young men with their arms around each other. They looked so friendly, so eager, kind of like pups. Each of them extended a hand to me and introduced himself.

Matt was a bit of a punk with a mohawk, piercings, and tattoos, a band around his forearm made me think he might be into fisting. He wore a sleeveless, muscle shirt that looked as if he'd made it himself. I could see his bare sides, his muscle and hints of more tattoos. It gave me a chubby.

Adam was more of a choir boy, a mop of blonde hair and he was dressed in a button down white shirt and slacks. He looked to be my age. And there was something mischievous in his eyes.