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Long before Austin, TK Strand had this boyfriend, Taylor, who talked him into trying puppy play. TK thought it was silly, and felt silly, and honestly expected it to be just a kind of weirdly themed, and silly, costume party. He never expected to find something so genuinely relaxing.

Now to be honest, Taylor, like many of the men of TK's past, was an unfaithful shit, and his main interest in the scene was sleeping around, without having a pissed off soon to be ex-boyfriend. That wasn't quite how it turned out, and TK dumped the boyfriend, but kept his new hobby.

He enjoyed dressing up and romping with his new puppy friends, chasing balls, fetching bones, scratching and wagging his tail. The best part was letting his mind fall into a puppy way of thinking for awhile. He'd always had gray patches in his life, but lots of people thought dogs couldn't see color anyway, so the lack didn't weight so heavy when he was a dog.

He knew some of the other puppies like to have sex with each other, but if he was being a puppy, they were playmates, maybe to secretly make up for the dogs though the years that he'd asked for, and been denied, but nothing more. Now, if he had someone holding onto the other end of his leash, that was hot.

He'd stopped going when he started dating Alex, because he'd thought it was silly, and even though TK didn't go to have sex, it felt like cheating. Then the break-up, and the OD, and Austin happened. How does one go about finding a new pack in a new city? You don't.

Then Buttercup had come along, and TK had enjoyed having a dog as much as he'd ever imagined he would. The thing is, though, he would never be able to be a dog with Buttercup. That was a bridge too far even for most enlightened open-minded people, because, he realizes what gutter their minds would fall into.

Then he finally let himself be happy with Carlos. Sweet, open-minded Carlos, who knew he sometimes struggled in a gray world. After a few gray days in a row, Carlos asked if there was anything he could do, and TK took the chance to ask for the one thing that might help.

Carlos was clearly dubious about the idea, but more than willing to offer up a safe space for TK to be a puppy for a while, in private. He didn't bring up Buttercup, he just dug through things he kept locked away, just in case, and put together a small bag to take to Carlos's place. He knocked on the door and was met with a quick kiss.

TK quickly slipped into the bathroom to change. Yes they were dating and had seen all of each other, multiple times, in multiple positions, but there was something so much more intimate to changing your own idea of self in front of someone. That wonderfully weird moment when TK's world changed to be both bigger and smaller at once.

He first clipped on the ears, taking a minute or two to get them even and in just right, so they'd stay put. Then he debated on tails. He knew what he wanted but thought that might be too much for Carlos's first time, instead he put on a pair of tight tiny shorts and attached the floofy clip-on tail. He slipped a tiny tight black and white paw print t-shirt.

He pulled his collar out of the bag, and ran a hand along the worn leather. He fixed the small metal tag that had the name Tyler engraved on it, and then buckled it on. He looked in the mirror, meeting his own eyes and felt like he could breath just a little easier than before. He pulled out the last item he'd need for now, and debated how to go about this.

Finally, decision made, he opened the bathroom door, doubled the leash over on its self twice and then dropped to his knees before gripping it between his teeth, and crawled to the living room, where Carlos was waiting. He swayed his ass so the tail wagged, and he felt himself relaxing as he felt his name tag jingling from his collar.

Carlos hadn't been paying attention, and hadn't noticed TK had returned, until TK was sitting at his feet stretching his neck out to present Carlos with his leash. Carlos's eyes blew wide and his jaw dropped, just a bit.

Carlos seemed to recover after a moment or two, and reached out a hand to take the leash from TK's mouth. He looked at it a moment, clearly thinking on something, before he reached out and clipped the lead to the loop on the collar. As he pulled his hand back, he stopped to tap his name tag.

"Is that your name, Pup, are you a Tyler?"

TK let out a short yodeling "owwowooo". It was somehow obviously a yes, but had a haunting yipping feel to it.

"Come on, Tyler. Let me show you around the house, Pup." He stood up and walked slowly around the living room, patiently waiting when Tyler felt the urge to sniff and explore a little more. When they got to the kitchen, Carlos reached for a bowl, and then pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. After he sat the bowl on the floor he slowly and carefully poured the bottle into it.

"There you go, Pup, you're probably thirsty."

Carlos squatted off to one side allowing TK room to get up on the bowl and carefully drink from it. He almost choked when he felt a hand scratching him just right behind his ear, and then petting down his back in long slow strokes.

Once he'd drank his fill he pulled back a little and stretched his chin to sit on one of Carlos's bent knees, looking up into his eyes soulfully.

Carlos reached his hands up and began petting at TK's head, and talking at him. "Who's a good pup, huh, who is? Tyler is. Yes he is. Tyler is the best pup." He gave TK one more really good scratch, then ordered a quiet "down." Carlos stood up and they ended the circuit of the room back at the couch.

TK started to climb up on the couch when Carlos barked out a sharp "No! Down, Tyler. No pets on the furniture."

TK, whined and then settled down on the floor next to the couch, ass in the air, and his head laying on his front paws.

TK dozed like that for a while, comfortably leaning against the front of the couch, until Carlos stood up. He raised his head, preparing to get up when Carlos just said, "Stay there, Pup." and walked out of the room.

Carlos was gone, Tyler couldn't see him, and he couldn't hear him. He was gone, and Tyler started whining, low at first and then "Ooowoowoooooowoooooooo-"

"Quiet, Tee- Tyler. Shhh, It's okay, Pup. I'm right here. I just went to find a toy for us to play with after your nap, that's all." He'd swiftly crossed the room as he spoke, crouching to pet and scratch at Tyler's head, gently. He shook the neon green Frisbee for Tyler to see and then sat down on the couch again, sitting the Frisbee aside.

"No pets on the furniture, but you can come on up onto my lap, Pup. Come on." He leaned back and held open his arms, for Tyler to awkwardly climb into.

Tyler ended up crouching sideways on Carlos's lap, leaning against his sturdy chest, with Carlos's arms around him, keeping him steady. After a couple moments he began rubbing his head up under Carlos's chin, and then turning and licking up his neck, and then across his face and cheeks.

Carlos sputtered for a moment. "No doggie kisses, Pup." He pushed Tyler's head down and to the side, bringing his hand up to hold him there and petting him down his side in long slow strokes. "There you go, Tyler."

After a few minutes of calm petting, "Okay, Tyler, lets go." Carlos helped him down and took the leash in his hand, Frisbee in the other. He led Tyler to the back door and out into his fenced in back yard. He bent down and took the leash from his collar and then shook the Frisbee at him before gently tossing it across the yard.

Tyler wiggled his ass and tail in anticipation and then moved across the yard after it swiftly, eyes following until it glided to a landing near the fence.

TK realized his knees were going to be dirty, but Carlos had a really lovely yard, and the grass was soft. He hadn't hit any rocks that he'd felt.

Tyler snuffled forward to the toy and carefully picked it up in his teeth, before trotting back towards Carlos, proudly.

Carlos scratched his head and muttered "Good boy" before taking the toy from his mouth and throwing it again.

Tyler reared up and let out a joyful "Owooowooo" before rushing after it again wiggling with joy.

They played like that for awhile and then settled into the shade of a tree, with Tyler's head resting on his leg to relax and cool down. After few minutes, Carlos stood and Tyler followed him back to the house.

He left Tyler on the back door mat, with a quick order of "Stay" and he returned quickly with a few wet paper towels.

"Okay, Pup, Paw." He ordered picking up Tyler's right front paw and wiping it clean. He moved around Tyler clockwise, repeating the procedure until all his paws were ready and then he opened the door and let him into the house.

Tyler's slightly damp paws slipped a bit on the kitchen floor. Carlos led him to the bathroom door, and then folded the leash and held it out for Tyler to take in his mouth again. He crawled into the bathroom and Carlos shut the door.

TK took off the collar, ears and tail and then re-washed his hands and his knees. He quickly changed back into the outfit he'd arrived in, and packed everything away in the bag. He left the bathroom and headed back to the living room.

Carlos stood up when he came in, and gave him a kiss before leading him over to the couch and sat down, pulling on his hand to get him seated next to him, tugging a little so TK was tucked into his side with his head on Carlos's chest and his arm around him.

Carlos just held him like that for a minute or two, before he spoke. "First off, how are you doing?"

TK just gazed up at him for a moment, and then darted up and gave him a quick kiss. "I'm doing really good. That was... I really think that might have been the best time I've ever had being..." He trailed off, not sure how to word it.

"Being Tyler?" Carlos offered.

TK nodded. "Yeah. I just... thank you, I know this isn't really your thing, so thank you."

Carlos blushed, "Yeah, uh, about that-"

TK started to pull back, alarmed. "You hated it?" Stomach swiftly tightening.

"NO!" Carlos said, pulling TK back to him. "I uh, just the opposite really, maybe a little too much a couple times."

TK's nerves relaxed, but he was a little confused and looked up at Carlos, who was avoiding his eyes. "What do you mean."

"It's just you looked really um, hot, in the collar and leash, and the ears and don't get me started on your wiggly ass swishing that tail, and... " He trailed off and finally met TK's eyes. "I get this isn't a sex thing for you, so I'm sorry that I was like sexualizing something that isn't about sex for you."

TK started laughing and now Carlos was the one looking hurt, and trying to pull away, but TK quickly started talking. "I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at our miscommunications. I don't find other puppies, sexy, attractive, whatever, and I definitely don't think anything remotely like that at real dogs." He stopped to make a grossed out face shuddering a little at the thought. "But I do like the idea of being a sexy puppy for my owner or master, especially if that person was you."

"You, uh, you do?" Carlos asked eye brows raised. "You're not just trying to go along with it, cause I don't want to push my, uh, issues into something that's a safe space for you."

TK picked up his bag and felt around for what he wanted, and then pulled out the tail he didn't use today, the one attached to the end of a rather sizable buttplug and waved it at Carlos. "The only reason this wasn't the tail I was swishing at you, was that I didn't want to have you think I was too freaky."

"Definitely not too freaky," Carlos squeaked, eyes following the waving tail, mesmerized.

"Okay, so we very clearly need to talk this out. We both just freaked each other out, and we... I can't mess this up by fumbling around blind. I'm fairly open, like the only two absolute no's that I can think of I just listed, so don't be ashamed to ask about something, the worse case scenario is we add to the nope list. But you didn't get this at first, but you didn't make me feel stupid for it, or bad for wanting it. I won't do that to you either."

"Thank you" Carlos said kissing the top of his head. "So, if I wanted to see you wearing just the ears, that tail and your collar..."

"No problem with any of that. You should maybe know that I don't want to be a puppy full time. I mean I'm not opposed to puppy time that lasts awhile, but if the collar is off I'm TK, not Tyler."

"Putting on the collar puts you in that headspace, right?" He asked.

"Exactly. So if I'm... no when I'm a puppy, what are you? My owner? My master? And what do you want that to mean to you... to us?" TK asked.

Carlos looked at him with heat in his eyes. "I'm Tyler's Master, and I want to give him treats for being a good boy, and tummy rubs and give him my bone, But I also want to punish him for being a naughty puppy, swat him with a rolled up newspaper, bath him when he's gotten all dirty, and so much more."

TK was staring off in space and Carlos was about to get worried and then he glanced down and realized TK was completely hard. He shakes his head and turns to Carlos again. "That, like just all that. Yes, please."

The pair of them talked and even did a little shopping, discussing limits and kinks and all sorts of interesting things. Carlos offered to host one more puppy playtime, without sex, while they worked out the kinky possibilities, and waited to get supplies, to help get TK back on a healthier mental keel, before exploring some naughtier play dates.

When the time for their next play date rolled around, TK showed up, eager to drop down into Tyler, and just a little melancholy. He had hoped to get some Buttercup time before coming over, but his dad must have taken Buttercup to the station.

Carlos let him in and he went right to the bathroom, bag in hand. He kept the clip on tail, this time, and the only real difference was his tight little shirt said 'Throw Me a Bone" and had a picture of a milk-bone on it. He had just stepped out the door, and dropped to all fours, with leash in mouth, when Carlos came around the corner, eagerly. He bent down and clipped on the leash before leading Tyler towards the back door.

"Come on, pup, I have a surprise for you." He said with a big grin and a bounce in his step.

He threw open the door and stepped out and to one side, unhooking the leash, and waiting on Tyler, who was looking down, to make sure he didn't knock into the potted plant that was near the door. The minute he had cleared the doorway, there was a bark and he was bowled over...

Buttercup! It was Buttercup, how was it Buttercup?

He butted heads and rubbed his head along Buttercup's side and then turned to a supremely pleased looking Carlos and yowled at him.

"Owwwooowwwooo" questioningly.

Carlos, who somehow seemed to be fluent in Tyler yodel howls, answered. "I told your dad you've been missing out on spending time with Buttercup and asked if I could surprise you with a little Buttercup time in my nice fenced in back yard."

He nearly bowled Carlos over as he rushed to him and sat up on his haunches, pawing at him until Carlos crouched down in front of him, a hand coming up to scratch behind his ear, when Tyler jumped at him and began licking all over his face, awarding him with eager doggie kisses.

Carlos sputtered and laughed before falling back onto his butt and reached out with both hands to scratch Tyler's ears and hold him in place at arms length. "Go on, go play with your packmate, pup."

Tyler pushed in for one last long lick from chin to eyebrow and then turned to run to Buttercup a bouncy "oowwwooo" over his shoulder, before he began herding his friend to the other side of the yard, before turning and rushing the other way, wagging his tail when Buttercup followed, herding him now.

Carlos watched them play like that for awhile, chasing each other around the yard, Tyler occasionally bumping his head against Buttercup. When they looked like they were getting into something in the far corner of the yard, near the fence Carlos walked over to investigate.

"No! Bad! Tyler, Buttercup, come here, now!" He said calling the pair from where they were just starting to dig at the Ivy that was growing up the fence. He rushed forward, a hand on each collar and pulled them back. "No. That stuff will make you sick."

He pulled a yellow and a blue foam ball out of his pocket. "Here, boys, fetch the ball! Go on, fetch." He said as he threw both balls to the other side of the yard. He watched the pair of them take off after the balls, and turned to glare at the English Ivy growing up his fence. Just as soon as this play date was over that shit was gone.

He moved over to sit, before calling both dogs to him, and retrieving the balls. He quickly checked Buttercup's mouth, talking to them as he did. "I know you boys like to dig, but Ivy will make you sick, even that nasty English Ivy climbing the fence, so you guys be good and stay outta there for now and I'll get it all taken care of before the next time you guys have a play date."

He threw the yellow ball that Buttercup had retrieved, again to the far side of the yard from the Ivy, and then checked Tyler over. Other than a little dirt on his paws, he seemed fine. He made sure to double check his mouth, because he'd been closer to the plant than the dirt, when Carlos had noticed them.

Satisfied that his pup was okay, he sighed and then began teasing him with the blue foam ball. "You want the ball?" He faked a throw, sending Tyler trotting off a few steps, before he spun back around.

"Owooow" He yodeled short and suspicious, head tilted to one side.

Carlos held up the ball again, "There's my smart boy." This time he threw the ball and watched as Tyler scrambled across the yard to get it, just as Buttercup returned with his ball.

After a long game of fetch, they both seemed tired, so Carlos settled against the tree, and called them over. Both of them settled in curled up next to him, with Tyler leaning on Buttercup and both of them with their heads in his lap. He spent an hour or more listening to their snores and gently rubbing and petting their heads and down their backs.

When they were done napping, the sun was low enough to take away their shade, so he led them both back inside. He filled two bowls with bottled water, and then a further two bowls he gently warmed filled with some white rice with bits of carrot and chicken, and lightly moistened with chicken broth. He made sure to settle them in well away from each other, so they didn't fight for food, and settled down on the floor, back to the cabinet with his legs stretched out in front of him.

He didn't pet Buttercup while he was eating, because that seemed like a bad idea, but the yodelly little 'mine' growl from Tyler, when he tried to scratch his head, startled him, before he threw his hands up. "Not trying to steal, greedy boy."

When both of them finished eating, he clipped their leashes back on, and walked Tyler to the bathroom, before unhooking his lead and taking Buttercup into the living room. TK bound into the room a few minutes later, with a huge grin and tackled Carlos to the couch.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He called out between kisses, before curling up beside him and reaching down to pet Buttercup.

He sat for a while enjoying time with his boyfriend and his dog, before it was time to get Buttercup home. Before he left, Carlos mentioned that by the time their next mutual day off happened, several of their purchases would be delivered.

"Would it be okay if I were to go through things, and, maybe pick out an outfit for you to wear next time?" He asked, almost hiding his face, big eyes looking up at TK, hopefully.

TK nodded enthusiastically. "Sure."

TK knew whatever Carlos picked out would take their new arrangement to a much kinkier place, and he couldn't wait.

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TK had been looking forward to today for a very long time. Usually his and Carlos's schedules meshed up fairly well, but occasionally they just seemed at odds. Case in point was this very long week, where they'd maybe seen each other for a couple hours total.

This led to TK missing Carlos, naturally, but also missing the ability to be Tyler, something he had very quickly become re-addicted to. Not only was he getting the best puppy time he'd ever had; feeling safe and loved and most importantly not judged for it, but also finally finding someone who he trusted to really hold onto his leash.

He was so fucking excited to move into the more sexual aspects of puppy play with his new master. Yes, there was the distinct possibility that one or both of them might find out it wasn't actually the kink for them, once it got down to actually trying it, but he trusted Carlos's assurances that if that happened, he'd still have time set aside to just let Tyler out to play in a platonic way.

The ability, which seemed so much more intense with Carlos, to sink into a puppy headspace, which he could only compare to a form of subspace, had seemed to have a positive effect on his ongoing depression issues. He felt not necessarily more happy, though in all honesty he probably was, but more even keeled. He had always been a boat on stormy waters, and just two incredible days as Tyler seemed to calm the waters.

He jogged up to Carlos's door and had barely knocked when the door was pulled open by an intense looking Carlos. He gave him a kiss hello and then pulled TK into the house and over to the couch.

Once they were seated, Carlos was looking a little embarrassed by his eager greeting. "Hi." Suddenly he looked nervous. "I wanted to talk to you before we start. There's something we need to discuss before... just before."

"Okay, what's up, babe?" TK asked.

"It's about your collar." Carlos started and TK's stomach tightened immediately, one hand subconsciously reaching out for were it currently rested in his duffel.

"Uh... what about it?"

"Today, I'm going to become Tyler's master, and it just seems like there might be something missing, once that happens. I think we should-"

TK cut him off mind racing "That collar is Tyler. I can't wear your collar and be Tyler, I can't. I know it's stupid and arbitrary, but it feels wrong, I-"

"NO! No, TK that wasn't what I was going to say. I know how loved and perfect that collar is for Tyler. I just think we need change one thing. I wanted to add this."

He slipped his fingers in his pocket and pulled out a small metal tag. He held it up so TK could take it.

It read: If found return to Master Carlos Reyes.

The back of the tag actually had Carlos's name and number on it. TK felt teary eyed when he looked up at Carlos and nodded, before he pulled Tyler's collar out of the bag and carefully passed it to Carlos.

"Can you put it on?" He asked, a little shaky with emotion.

Carlos reverently took the collar and worked to add the tag to the existing name tag. TK stifled a giggle, when he saw how intently Carlos was working. The tip of his tongue was poking out to one side of his mouth and it made TK positively want to coo.

Carlos finished attaching it and then gave the collar a little shake, as if testing it. The little jangle of the two tags clattering against each other was somehow incredibly pleasant to TK's ears. Carlos presented the collar, sitting across his two open palms with the tags facing TK. There was a strange reverence to the moment and TK reached out with both of his hands to take it back, holding it in his lap with a small pleased smile.

"I know you like to take time by yourself to become Tyler, but I laid things out upstairs, since things are a little more involved, this time. You could maybe put the collar on and then, Tyler can let me know when he's ready for me to help with the more involved parts? However you want to do things, getting set up. Just let me know, okay?"

TK contemplated the different things they'd ordered, and thought about being transformed, one piece at a time. "Why don't we go up and see what you've picked out, and then you can help me put the collar on, when the time comes." He offered, suddenly a little shy.

Carlos nodded, and then took his hand and led him to the stairs. He stepped to one side and watched TK see what he'd selected, laid out on the bed. His mouth had opened just a little and both cheeks flushed, eyes dilating, and his breath was coming faster. Carlos was oddly proud of eliciting a response like that.

The tail plug was probably the one TK had expected the most of all the gear, but even it wasn't quite the type he expected. It wasn't a cute furry thing, it was stiffer and stood up and he knew whipping it from side to side would be satisfying, but also something he'd feel inside.

The ears were similar to the ones he had, only they were dark brown and black, matching the tail's coloring. There were a few silicone rings and some kind of black leather pouch with straps. There was some kind of clothing, and a small pair of clamps. There was a jumble of toys and odd ends to one side sticking out of a knocked over bag.

TK looked at Carlos. "Where do you want to start, babe?"

Carlos looked over things and then picked up the pile of clothes. "I think we should start with these." He sat the smaller piece down and shook out the pants... chaps...

They were crotchless, with a built in padded knee. there were straps on the back of each leg that TK ignored as he stripped out of his clothes and then carefully stepped into them; Carlos holding them up and guiding him. Once they were on, Carlos crouched down and adjusted things at ankle and knee, then peeking up at TK, teasingly ran a tongue across his cock before adjusting that area as well.

He gave TK another quick bit of suction, then still holding TK in his mouth, worked a silicone ring snapped over each ball and then around the base of his cock, before pulling off with a quiet pop. Carlos reached for the leather pouch and slipped TK's ringed bits inside it and adjusted the straps until it was closed around them.

Carlos spun a panting TK around and over the side of the bed, before opening the bedside drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube. He crouched behind TK and worked a lubed finger in carefully, then lubed the plug part of the tail and worked it in, leaving TK tighter than he normally would, so he could feel the burn of the plug, both now, and later when Carlos knew it was going to be wagged excessively. Tyler was far to cheery a puppy not to wag his tail a lot.

"Paws next I think." Carlos said before working each long mitt over TK's fists, and up over his muscular arms. He pulled them over each shoulder sliding the strap on once side through the loop on one side and back on itself where it Velcroed into place, making the mitts one piece. They were very clearly a matched set to the pants.

He stood up to attach the ears; readjusting them four times until he was satisfied they were perfect. Then he moved on to the silver nipple clamps. He simply clipped those on, enjoying the small moan TK let out at each one.

"Just the collar left, TK. Everything else we'll do downstairs."

Carlos held the collar up, waiting. TK looked from the collar to Carlos's eyes and then nodded. Carlos unbuckled the collar and then leaned in to give TK a small sweet kiss, before pulling back far enough to wrap the collar around his neck and buckle it closed. He jingled the tags as he pulled back, and then stepped away from the body in front of him, eyes drawn up the face.

Carlos was amazed at what he was seeing. The body in front of him, was now totally different. TK's subconsciously aggressive stance, that feel of his need to prove himself, was gone. Instead Tyler was looking back, both more and less comfortable. More sure of his place in the world, but, Carlos realized, not comfortable standing so tall.

"Come here, pup. We'll get you downstairs and settled." He pushed down on one shoulder, helping Tyler to his hands and knees, his movements a little awkward in the mitts, which forced him to walk on his fists for now. Carlos didn't bother with the leash yet, he just reached down and gripped the collar and led Tyler to the stairs, where he picked him up round the middle and carefully carried him to the ground floor.

Once Tyler was on the ground, Carlos crouched beside him and finished the adjustments on the pants and mitts. There were similar straps and loops set around each knee and elbow. Once they were connected, neither Tyler's knees or elbow could bend further than 90 degrees. That meant Tyler was forced to walk on his knees and forearms.

Carlos attached the leash and paused to jangle the little bells hanging from the nipple clamps on his chest playfully, before standing up and leading Tyler slowly to the couch

Carlos sat on the couch his legs spread, and patted his knee. "Up, Tyler."

Tyler moved forward and sat back on his haunches, front paws resting on Carlos's knees. He leaned forward and laid his head on Carlos's stomach rubbing back and forth, until Carlos unhooked the leash and sat it aside. Carlos's hands moved to pet and stroke Tyler's head and shoulders.

Tyler slid down a little, now rubbing his head back and forth over the growing bulge in Carlos's pants. He began snuffling at it, and then licking across the material in long slow laps of his tongue. He whined softly, when he noticed the slight damp spot that was developing through the pants, and he focused on trying to taste that spot.

Carlos, who hadn't stopped petting him, pulled him off, leaving Tyler's paws scrambling for purchase on his knees for balance. He struggled to get back to his prize, but Carlos got a grip on his collar and held him in place, before whistling sharply.

"I know you want to dig up a bone, but I'm going to have to help you with this one, pup. Hold still a minute so I can get it out for you." He quickly unbuckled his pants and opened his fly, before raising his ass up a little and sliding the pants down far enough to be able to bring his cock and balls out, directly in front of a slightly salivating Tyler.

He barely had time to get his hands out of the way when Tyler dove in licking and snuffling again, chasing the scent and taste he'd only had a hint at before. He began lapping his tongue from balls to tip over and over, listening to Master moan and chasing the flavor.

Master wrapped his hand around the base of Tyler's new toy and lifted it from where it had been resting against Master's stomach, so that Tyler could now get it in his mouth. He began licking around the end it, then slowly sucking it into his mouth. Master had a hand at the back of Tyler's head, holding him there, and rubbing the hairs at the back of his neck.

"That's it pup, show me how much you like your toy. Such a good boy, take it all now, go on."

Tyler didn't know if he could, but Master wanted him to so he squirmed this way and that from side to side then swallowed until it slipped further into his throat. He whined low through his nose, until Master was so deep he couldn't really make a sound. He was just feeling a little swimmie when Master pulled back and he gasped in air, before diving forward again, intent on taking everything Master wanted to give him.

He pushed forward this time until his nose was against Master's skin, the smell making him want to lick there too, later. He stayed filled like that, intent on obeying Master and taking what he had to give, until the swimming feeling was back, and suddenly Master was pulling at his hair, pulling him back and looking at him with concern.

He was pulling against the hold on his fur, trying to get the toy back, when Master gave him a shake by the hand in his fur.

"Silly pup, you have to breath. Such a good boy, yes you are, but you have to take your time. I promise I won't take away your toy."

When Master let go of his fur, Tyler dove in to lick at that spot he'd been smelling tasting the skin and then moving back onto his toy, taking it in again, and relaxing into Master's hold as he wrapped both hands around Tyler's head and took more control.

He floated; the taste and feel of Master in him and around him, was so far beyond anything Tyler could even try to explain. He was a good boy, Master said so, and he was making Master feel good. Suddenly he was being pulled back, and held still as Master's toy was right on the end of his tongue, and then, ooh and then there was a treat. He quickly started lapping at the end of the toy again, chasing every drop, and then all along his toy as it got just a little smaller, and finally Master pulled him back.

Master sounded so relaxed. "You are such a good boy, Tyler. Yes you are, pup, such a good, good boy."

He pushed Tyler back to the ground, tucked himself away and then slid onto the floor next to him, sliding the table back a little to make room. He smiled down at Tyler and slid his thumb through a drop of cum and slipped it between Tyler's lips, allowing him to lick and suck it clean.

He patted his chest and helped Tyler get closer, one of his back paws on either side of Master's leg.

He wagged his tail, and oohh was that wonderful. He was happy so he wagged and wagging made him happy... That was distracting, but so nice. Then Master lifted up his leg, bending his knee until it was right at Tyler's lower tummy. All Tyler had to do was shift a very little bit and then, ooh.

"Go ahead, pup. Let yourself feel good. Ride my leg, just like that." He was petting and rubbing around Tyler's neck and ears.

Tyler was rubbing his still sheathed parts against Master's leg. He didn't think he'd get anywhere, but it felt so nice. He mindlessly followed the good feelings, tail wagging and eyes closed.

"You are so beautiful, Tyler." Master said, reverently. "Such a pretty puppy. I could watch you like this forever, I think, and be happy."

Tyler blissed out, frantically chasing something he didn't quite understand or expect to reach, for some reason. The sensation from his wagging tail and Master being right there, and then Master said he was pretty and beautiful.

He couldn't catch his breath, panting faster eyes slipping closed until his breath caught and he came, so hard. He opened his eyes, staring stupidly at Master. He blinked twice, slowly, and then slid down to lay on his side, wet inside his pouch and confused about what had happened.

Master's eyes were big and worried. "Tee- Tyler, are you okay, pup. What happened?"

Tyler tried to paw at where he felt weird, but couldn't quite reach properly from where he was. It was close enough to Master to figure it out though and he began rearranging Tyler, so he could get to that area easier.

Master was unstrapping something and suddenly Tyler's sheath was being removed. He went from concerned to chuckling. "I guess if we want to keep you from cumming we're going to have to try something else." He said as he undid the bands around Tyler's balls and his shaft.

Master cleaned him up, carefully and then led him over to the large round poof in the corner. "Here you go, pup. I got you something to nap on, since I don't allow pets on the furniture."

He hunched down next to Tyler, and rubbed a hand down his side. When he went to stand up, Tyler carefully caught his sleeve with his teeth, and tugged.

"No, pup. You need a nap and I've got some things to take care off." Tyler tried to crawl out of his new bed, and follow Master. "No! Stay, Tyler."

He whined low and let out a forlorn. "Oowwwoooooowooooooooo"

"Stop trying to guilt trip me, pup. I said take a nap." Master said, sternly, standing up to leave.

Tyler knew he should obey and be good, but Master was going away. He tried to slink out of the bed, belly low to the ground, only to have a hand at his collar and a swat aimed at his rump.

"Bed. Now."

Tyler let out another yodeling mournful call and curled up around himself.

"Damnit, Tyler." Master crawled down next to him, and pulled him close, petting and cooing and apologizing to him.

Tyler sniffled and then planted his nose into Master's neck.

Every time Tyler would doze off, Master would try to get up, and each time Tyler would end up further on top of him. Eventually Master gave up trying and napped with Tyler, just like he'd wanted.

The room was almost dark when they both woke up, and Master set Tyler on his feet next to the poof, before standing up and stretching. He walked away from Tyler and and left him seconds from whining when he turned and let out a whistle.

"Come on, pup, let's get you fed and watered."

Tyler quickly followed him into the kitchen, movement still not quite right. Not only were his paws more limited than normal, but something wasn't right down below. He stopped distracted head trying to twist around to see what was going on between his legs. He almost tumbled onto his head, realizing his cock was just dangling there, without a sheath. Then he did tumble onto his head, as he followed the urge to try and lick it.

Suddenly Master was leaning on the kitchen island, laughing hysterically. "Dios!" He struggled to catch his breath and then called the disgruntled pup again, still snickering.
Tyler trotted over to him, cheeks red. When Master kept laughing, Tyler nipped at his ankles.

"Hey, now!" Master said sobering. "You watch those teeth, pup or you'll find yourself in a muzzle."

Tyler whined in apology, and Master pulled out a bowl and a bottle of water. He quickly filled the bowl and sat it down, with a head ruffle to signify his own apology for laughing and being short with Tyler.

While he lapped at the water, Master warmed up a small portion of rice and beef cubes in gravy. He checked the temperature, and once he was satisfied it wasn't too hot, sat it down near the water dish.

Once Tyler was fed and watered, Master cleaned his face off and then had a nice long petting session, before he ordered Tyler to sit and then reached to take off his collar. Once it was removed, Carlos gave TK a kiss and then started disconnecting the straps on his legs and arms, and then helped him stretch out, before leading him upstairs.

He helped remove the gear, leaving the tail and nipple clamps for last. The clamps he removed one at a time, licking and sucking on the tight sore nipples before moving on to the tail plug. That he rocked from side to side, teasing, before pulling it out and replacing it with two hastily lubed fingers.

Carlos quickly pulled himself out and swiped a lubed hand up his own hard cock. He spun TK around and shoved him over the end of the bed. He was fully inside both of them panting to catch their breath. Hands on TK's hips Carlos planted his feet and fucked into him in long hard strokes.

When TK tried to slip a hand down to his cock, Carlos pulled until the hand was trapped at the small of TK's back. After a few more strokes he tried again with the other hand only for it to end up trapped right over the first, Carlos now wrapping one hand around both, leaning forward to drop filth into TK's ears.

"You're gonna take what I give you, TK, and your going to cum on my cock, even if it takes all night. I'm just going to keep pounding away until you can't take it anymore and cum in sheer self defense. Do you understand?"

TK's answer was a punched out "Ye-ee-ss, pl-ease."

Carlos pulled him back roughly as he slammed home over and over, until TK tightened up and came with a shout. Carlos lasted three more thrust before he came, slumping over TK to catch his breath.

"Off, babe." TK said with with a content moan.

Carlos stood long enough to throw the covers off the bed, and then pulled TK into it, curling up beside him.

They lay there sharing sleepy kisses and snuggling, when TK spoke up. "So, what's the verdict? Are we a fan of sexy puppy play?"

"Oh yeah, we definitely are, at least I am. So, if you are too, we're good on that front." Carlos said, but there was something a little off with his voice.

TK shifted, up a little to get a better look at his face. "I'm good, but is there something wrong, I mean you don't have to say you like it if-"

"No, I mean yes, I mean I love it. There's just, well... I felt bad, punishing Tyler."

"It didn't hurt, I mean yeah at the time it startled me, him, but you didn't hurt us. I mean, I'm kind of into it." TK blushed.

"Yeah, and so am I, and honestly I kind of do want to hurt you, if you're into it, in a sexy sort of way."

TK got good shivers at that statement. "Oh yeah, I'm into that. Punishing me for being a bad puppy, sounds really fucking hot."

"Yeah it does, and then one swat, to Tyler's rear and I felt like a fucking monster. The idea of telling him he's a bad dog; it makes my stomach hurt."

TK slumped down, "If it makes you feel like that, we don't have to do that part, no matter how hot it sounds, I don't want you feeling bad. Besides, you're probably right. The idea of Tyler being bad..." TK trailed off sadly.

Carlos pulled him close again. "First off, Tyler is the best boy, and second, I might have an idea, give me a few days to figure it out, and then we'll talk it out."

"Okay." TK said, smiling softly and stealing a kiss before they settled in and dropped off to sleep.

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Carlos had completely jumped the gun. He was well aware of this. The hours of work and money alone, was kind of ridiculous, but he just couldn't fucking stop. It was like he was obsessed. The idea wormed itself into his brain and just wouldn't leave.

He was supposed to discuss this with TK, and TK could very well tell him no. If that happened, he would probably regret the hours and money dropped, but he would be happy with what he did have. Still, he really, really hoped TK liked the idea.

He'd finally gotten what he needed to feel confident enough to talk things through with TK and had asked him to come over, not that he wouldn't have come over anyway, since they were both off for the next couple days. He sat the box on the table, trying not to fidget with it and waited. Finally TK's key was in the lock, and Carlos stood up, waiting by the couch for TK to cross over and give him a hello kiss.

"So, you wanted to talk about something?" TK asked, nervously.

Carlos rubbed the back of his own neck, just as nervously. "Yeah, uh, I think I might have an idea, and you might hate it, but I really hope you don't."

"Oookay?" TK said cautiously.

"I mean I have an idea on how we can try some rougher puppy play. Without either of us feeling bad... maybe."

Frustrated he grabbed the box off the table and just shoved it at TK, who automatically grabbed onto it, looking cautiously at Carlos. He opened the box and inhaled sharply, mouth opening to speak before Carlos quickly cut him off.

"This isn't a replacement for Tyler's collar. This isn't for Tyler at all. I did have it made to match Tyler's collar, but uh, this one doesn't belong to a good boy, like Tyler."

"So, who's it for?" TK said, eyes locked on Carlos.

"Well, it's for Kennedy. She is a naughty bitch who needs to be punished, and I think we'd both be able to enjoy that."

TK looked down at the collar, examining it closer. Other than the color, it really was amazingly like Tyler's collar. It was clearly custom made to match and even in Texas where there were, he would imagine, a higher number of leather workers than in New York, this had clearly been an expensive purchase. The leather was dyed a deep fuchsia and the first tag had the name Kennedy on it. The second tag, however had him gasping, a wave of heat washing through him.

It read: This Bitch Belongs To Carlos Reyes

TK looked up at Carlos and smiled. "It's not a bad idea. I mean, we could try it and see what happens."

"If you want, I maybe laid a few things out... you know, just in case." Carlos said hopefully.

TK passed him the collar and then headed to the stairs. "You coming or what?" He asked taking off into a run.

Carlos caught up with him, just as they got into the bedroom and TK stood still, panting a little, as he took everything in.

"Really?" He asked, gesturing to the bed in general, but Carlos knew what he was referring to.

"Even the nastiest of little bitches don't usually have to worry about their cocks, TK, and neither will Kennedy, at least for today."

TK looked at the bed and then at Carlos and nodded. "Yeah, I uh, guess that's true."

"That reminds me, Kennedy is going to have a rougher time with things. She is going to bark three times if she needs to safeword and can't vocalize. If something has gone wrong enough that you need to stop we stop, whether you use your voice or her bark. No suffering in silence, are we clear?"

"I didn't want to restrict her motion this time, so, just some modified clothes, for today. so lets get you all ready. Strip and then over my knee, baby."

TK quickly did as asked, and Carlos set the bottle of lube beside the bed. He coated a couple fingers and then began working them into TK's tight hole. He nearly smacked himself in the head however, when he felt TK growing, and stopped what he was doing.

"Get on your back on the bed, I didn't quite plan this out. Honestly, I only half believed we'd even get this far."

He worked TK into the pink cock sheath and locked it into place. He held up the key, making sure he had TK's attention, before he slipped it into the tray on the nightstand.

"Okay, now over my knee again." He stole a kiss as TK was climbing back over his lap. "Sorry, baby."

Once he was three fingers in, he lubed up the silver plug and worked it into TK nice and slow. Once the plug was in place, flared base snug against his skin, he considered the optional tails, and selected a beautiful white and pink one that would flow out and then down practically to TK's knees.

He helped TK stand, and then down to his knees, so that Carlos could clip in the white furry ears, that flopped over a little. Then he pulled out a bright pink bow, with glitter on the edges. He clipped that to the middle of the fluffy hair on the top of TK's head.

He slipped a pair of pink lace panties on over the chastity device, and removed the tail for a moment to slip it through the slit in the back of the thong, and reattach it to the plug. He took a look at the next item and shook his head.

"Look at what you do to me TK. You have me so excited I've lost the ability to plan. Dios. Come here, baby."

He worked the little t-shirt in his hand until he had a hold of the neck on both sides and carefully worked it over TK's head, so as not to mess up the ears or bow, then helped him slip his arms in the sleeves. The shirt read Princess, and didn't go low enough to cover his belly button. The last thing, before the collar was a pair of pink puppy mitts, that forced TK's hands into fists.

Finally satisfied that they were ready and shaking just a little in anticipation, Carlos knelt in front of TK and then pulled out the collar, and then waited for a nod from TK. He nodded and Carlos reached up a hand to cup behind TK's head, pulling him into a hard kiss before he let go and pulled back, before quickly reaching up to buckle the collar around his neck.

The very first thing Kennedy did was rush forward and knock a startled Carlos on his ass, before flouncing out of the room on all fours. Clearly her new servant wasn't going to be quite up to snuff. Oh well, she'd have him trained up in no time. She stood at the top of the stairs proudly, waiting to be carried down as was her due.

He walked up and attached a leash of all things to her lovely collar. She growled at the insult.

"Come on, princesa, you have to learn sometime. One step at a time, now."

As if she took commands from the help. She sat on her rump and put her nose in the air, turning her back to this wretchedly useless new servant.

Instead of the expected groveling, he started down the steps and tugged on her leash, until she had no options except take a step or be dragged. The absolute nerve. Fine. If that's how he wanted to play it. She flounced down the stairs, past the clearly defective servant, and began eyeing her new domain.

He leaned down and unhook the leash, and she waited barely a second before she turned and nipped at him, barely missing his grubbing fingers. Without a beat the absolute brute folded up the leash and used it to swat her one on her delicate derriere. She yipped and jumped before throwing back her head and turned her back to him, walking away.

Her eyes were roaming the room, looking for something useful when she caught sight of a large mirror leaning against one wall. She was never one to pass up admiring beauty so she headed over to bask. She got a look at herself and stopped cold.

What.

The.

Hell.

Why was there a hideous pink monstrosity sitting atop her perfectly quaffed fur? Someone would die for this insult. Probably the brute. He certainly looked like someone who had no taste.

She tried to shake it out, and then paw it out, but leave it to that brute to do this one thing properly. She growled and then began a high whiny yip turning in circles in front of the mirror. If he spoke proper dog, he would clearly understand her direct and clear order to 'take it out, take it out NOW', but in this, as everything else, he disappointed.

"It's not time to go out for a walk yet, princesa. I'll get you some water and you just get comfortable, okay?" He told her, stepping into the kitchen.

Somehow she doubted the water would be to her specifications. She turned to take in the room, and zoomed in on just what she needed. A little payback. There was a plant sitting on the table in the corner, at just the right height.

With a swift check to make sure he wasn't looking, she darted forward and pulled on the plant until it was right at the edge of the table. Then she got her front paws on the table and waited.

As soon as he looked up to call her into the kitchen for a drink -Ha! He didn't even know he was supposed to bring the water to her- she locked eyes with him and smashed her arm forward, sending the plant flying. The smashing sound as it shattered on the floor was really quite satisfying.

Her satisfaction held for almost a minute, before he was charging across the room at her and she dropped to the floor and ran as fast as her four legs could carry her, and wiggled under the coffee table.

Unfortunately, he had long arms going for him and her collar was caught and she was quickly pulled out, and the leash put on. He drug her across the room and through the kitchen to the back door, hurling blasphemous insults the whole way.

"I thought you were a dog, princesa, not a fucking cat."

How dare he. She was so angry she didn't realize until they were actually stepping out the door that he was trying to take her to the outside. She reared back pulling him to a halt. She didn't do the outside. Surely this was a joke?

She let out a flurry of yips and pulled against the leash for all she was worth. Instead of giving in to her wishes, he bent over and picked her up right around the middle. Now he decides to carry her as is her due? Now?

Just as soon as there was a bit of him to bite she planned on leaving her mark, but he had his hand on her collar before she could make good on that promise. He was attaching something to it, and removing the leash. With his hand still holding her still by the collar, he reached out with his other hand and spanked her on her flank, three quick swats.

She let out a sharp gasping squeak, and when he let go of the collar and quickly walked away she dashed after him, intent on payback, only to be jerked short and pulled harshly back. He'd done something...

That absolute brute had chained her up. He had chained her to a dog house... a fucking dog house. In the outside. There can be only one response to this absolute insult.

This meant war.

She watched, able to get at least a little satisfaction, as he cleaned up the mess she'd made him. Nose crinkled in anger as she stared through the back door at her new nemesis.

She turned to take in the *shudder* doghouse. It was quite large really, while it had the shape and style of a dog house, it was really more closely sized to a garden shed. Even the brute should be able to stand up if he were to go inside. A sign that read Kennedy was hanging from a pair of hooks. There was another sign hanging off to the side, that read "Warning: Bitch May Bite."

She was going to make sure he would need to change that sign to Bitch will bite. She watched him calmly replanting the actual plant, and cleaning up the dirt and shards from the floor.

She growled lowly as he came out the back door and emptied the dustpan into the trash bin. When she realized he was picking up the water bowl and heading her way, she plastered on a simpering doggie grin and bided her time.

She let him bend over to set the water down and then she struck, powerful jaw clamped around his arm. She could tell she was hurting him, but he remained regrettably calm.

"Let go now, princesa, or you will regret it."

But she could taste blood and bit down harder. She knew she needed to assert her dominance.

Carlos was thinking the exact same thing. He worked his thumb to the inside back of her jaw, pressing hard enough to hurt. She was forced to release, but he wrapped the rest of his hand around her head; keeping her controlled as he reached into his pocket with his now bloody arm. He pulled out a muzzle and shoved it to cup under her chin and removed his thumb, before fastening straps over the top and back of her head, careful to work around her ears and bow.

She was furious, growling low and deep, and he gave her a little shake. "I'm going to go clean this up, then we're going deal with your behavioral issues, princesa." He flicked her nose before walking away.

Despite her current situation, when that brute returned with a bandage on his arm, and a bag over the other, she was satisfied with her work. He switched her to the leash, released the chain, and then instead of returning her to the inside, he drug her into the dog house. He turned on lights, and she realized this was far more than a dog house. She was hauled over to a strange long skinny bench.

It had a domed sort of half tube shaped cushion along the bench and weird protrusions from the wood at certain intervals. She suddenly found herself airborne as she was picked up and laid down the length of the bench. Her collar was pulled down and clipped in place by a piece of chain from the end of the bench and her leash removed. Her rear paws were pulled down til they just touched the floor and then strange straps from the foot of the bench were fastened around each ankle.

She was full on growling now and her front paws were being strapped together under the bench. The brute's hands began roaming her body inspecting her like a common mutt off the street.

"Well, princesa, these teets are tiny, I doubt you've been pupped." He said while pinching and pulling on her nipples. Then he slid his hands down her flanks, his nails scratching lightly. "You do have a fine set of birthing hips, and a lovely ass." He pinched one hip, and then smacked the other one.

She let out a whine, and tried to wiggle free before he wrapped another strap across the small of her back, and buckled it tightly.

"Maybe fucking a pup into you is what you need, princesa. Teach you your place under your alpha."

She watched out of the corner of her eye as he snapped on a pair of gloves and then started fiddling with her tail. The brute was tugging on it. hard and she wanted to bite him again. Her tail quit hurting but she felt empty, then there were fingers poking around in her. She growled low and loud.

"Just what I thought. Your heat is coming on quick, princesa."

He was moving around behind her and then he was shoving at her tail and something felt slippery, before things went almost back to normal. He snapped off the gloves and went back to pulling at her nipples, almost absently with one hand while the other rubbed behind her ears.

"You're close I think. Just a little longer and you're going to be squirming, and begging to be bred. Just another little bitch in heat begging for a nice hard bone." He said meanly before pinching her nipple hard. "Try not to moan for it too loud, you might draw in strays, princesa."

Then he turned the light out and left her there. He fucking left and ooh she was getting warm and squirmy and wanted to howl. How dare he be right.

She was burning up this must be heat, damn him. She just wanted it to stop. She'd be a good girl, if he could stop this. She was burning and itching, even her nipples ached.

It just kept getting more intense, she was squirming and biting back a howl. Finally it was so bad, intense she had to call out. To hope that brute would take pity. She finally had enough and risked a howl, as much as she could given the muzzle he'd forced on her.

Suddenly there were a flurry of barks from somewhere nearby, and she cut off her howl with a squeak. He hadn't been lying about the strays. And there was no door. She had to be quiet.

She lost track of time. It might have been hours or days, as she clenched her teeth and struggled not to moan in pain, less some furry Lothario think she was a common bitch.

He knew this was coming and that she'd need him, both to help her through this and to protect her, and he still left. Worst. Servant. Ever.

She was so close to howling again, when he finally, finally strolled back in.

"We're going to try something, princesa. If you can show me your a good girl, I'll give you what you need. Piss me off and I'll leave you here for whoever finds you."

He walked around to look her in the face and she fought down the urge to growl at him. He was unstrapping the muzzle, and she wanted to snap and bite, she did, but she also knew the brute would follow through.

Once the muzzle was gone he gripped her jaw and said "Open." When she did he ran his thumb over her tongue, back far enough to make her gag, and out to the tip and back, over and over. He was looking in her eyes when he spoke.

"This is just killing you, isn't it? You're dying to show me my place, instead of learning your own." He pressed down, thumb pinning her tongue down inside her mouth, and held it there. "Go ahead, bite, but if you do, now or in the future, this is where you end up. Left tied over this bench, waiting for someone to come along."

He pulled his thumb out and and she started to close her mouth, but he spoke up before she could. "Oh no, princesa, show me that pedigree. Show me you know how to take my orders. Mouth open. "

She opened it wider, expecting his foul thumb again. Instead he unzipped and pulled himself out and laid it right on her tongue.

"Stay. Like the good little bitch you are. Okay, now lick." She lapped across it, tasting him. "Now, suck on it like a good girl, princesa."

He pulled back until his dick popped out of her mouth, bobbing in the air in front of her face. As he rolled a condom on he cooed at her. "Who's a good little fluffer? Kennedy is, oh yes she is."

He was tugging on her tail again, and then suddenly she was feeling very hot, the burn intensifying. He shoved in, slick and cool, and began fucking her hard and fast.

"There, just what you needed, isn't it? I'll fuck into your hot, heat swollen pussy. You're so wet for it, aren't you? You'd beg for it like the good little bitch you are, right?" He began really fucking her now, rolling his hips and then slowly speeding up to chase his own release. He came and stayed filling her as he slowly softened and caught his breath.

When he pulled out, she almost sighed in relief, Then she heard the snap of a glove. Fingers were pushing in, cooling her from the inside out, until he found what he was searching for and began running fingers over a spot inside her that make her stomach tighten and her insides squirm.

She wanted to pull away and lean in and it just kept going, something building through her she didn't understand. This was a different kind of heat, one she didn't want put out, not yet. She was panting and everything in her tightened. A wave of something indescribably washed slowly through her. She was shuddering and finally he pulled those fingers out. He caught something that was dripping under her.

"Look, princesa, I found your g-spot." He ran a wet finger down her tongue.

He pulled his finger out of his mouth and removed the glove on his other hand, before petting her face and behind her ears.

"Are you ready to be my good girl, princesa?"

She rolled her eyes back to look at him and whimpered softly.

"Look at you, all fucked out. Lets get you taken care of." He worked his way around her, unhooking the restraints holding her to the bench. He did the one over her middle, then unclipped her collar and reattached the leash. He put her back on all fours and led her out of the dog house and back inside.

He watered her, finally, since the last two times he'd tried she had acted out and missed her chance to drink. She leaned up against his leg, eagerly drinking. When she finished he led her over to the poof in the corner of the living room and let her curl up in the middle, while he stroked and petted her.

She was too tired to work on it now, but maybe, just maybe this one was trainable. Still, she could tell he was going to be a lot of work.

Carlos called Kennedy over to lean up in his lap and then reached around and unbuckled the collar.

He gave TK a slow tender kiss, as he curled up against his chest. Slowly he pulled back and looked at Carlos.

"Wow, that was... I don't think intense is strong enough of a word here." He said, dazed.

"Tell me about it." Carlos said, shifting TK, as he removed the bow and ears.

TK suddenly pulled back and grabbed Carlos's bandaged arm "She- I bit you. Fuck. I bit you and I had no fucking intention of letting go. Come on, get up let me see. I need to irrigate it and see if it needs stitches and antibiotics. Fuck."

Carlos just waited out the panic, before speaking again. "It's okay, TK."

"How is this okay? All the germs in a human mouth? And what if I permanently scarred you."

"TK, I fully expected Kennedy to bite me. You think that sign was a joke? Besides that, I think I trained that tendency right the fuck out of her, at least for now."

"The question is other than panicking, are you doing okay. I wasn't exactly easy on you, so I need you to stop and check yourself over. Once you do that, we'll both go get cleaned up and deal with any injuries together. Can you do that for me, baby?"

TK nodded and did what he asked. His ass had clearly been fucked and fucked hard, but there wasn't anymore warming sensations. The thing locked to his dick wasn't super comfortable, but he could wait until they got up there to undo it.

"I think I'm good, babe. Let's go so I can check that bite, and maybe unlock my dick from time out. Also, was I dreaming or did you fucking milk my prostate?"

"That surprised the fuck out of me. You just keep having orgasms when you shouldn't be able. First Tyler with the straps, now being kept soft and being milked. Still if you're gonna have a talent..."

They went upstairs and Carlos insisted on unlocking TK first, before carefully pulling the toy off. Then they went to the bathroom and TK pulled the bandage off Carlos's arm and winced.

Once they rinsed it and applied some antibiotic ointment to it, It didn't look as bad as it had in TK's head. He still felt guilty about it, but the panic was subsiding.

They curled up in the bed, and kissed slow and languid, until they dozed off together.

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TK let himself into Carlos's house. He was due home in an hour or two, and TK thought he'd get a little time in as Tyler. Maybe wait for his master at the door.

Before he changed, TK opened the door to the backyard. He didn't intend to go all out today, so he just put on a pair of shorts and another dog themed tee, this one was covered in dalmatian spots. He had spotted ears to match and a clip-on tail.

He admired Tyler's collar and the tags, before slipping it on and stepping out into the room. He made his way to the backyard and was immediately drawn to the new dog house. It was so big and nice. Then he saw the name on the doghouse. Why did Master have a doghouse with some other dog's name on it.

Tyler let out a low growl as he sniffed closer to the inside of the doghouse. There was some nasty smell inside mixed together with Master's smell. Had Master bred another dog? Is that what Master really wanted, some bitch to breed? Did that mean he didn't want Tyler?

Now that he knew what to sniff for, Tyler could smell her all over the house. She'd even been all over his bed, with Master.

Tyler tried laying down with his paws over his nose, but it didn't help. He was whining low in his throat, anxious and lonely. Master wasn't here, and now he knew why. Master didn't want him. When he heard a key in the lock, he rushed to the door, and then when it opened he rushed past Master, and out into the front yard.

He had to get away from her smell, and away from Master, too. Master was going to send him away, and that would break his heart. Instead, he'd go away on his own. Tears in his eyes he ran, but the world outside of the backyard was big, and loud, and scary. He found a bush to hide under, and he tried to wiggled his way in only to be scratched for his efforts. He turned to find another place to hide.

"Tyler!" He twisted around so fast he fell, whimpering. Master was chasing after him. Why couldn't he let Tyler just leave? Was he... was he going to send him to the pound? The thought sent Tyler wiggling between the bush and a house, desperate to hide.

"Tyler, pup, I need you to come out from there, you're going to get hurt. Come here, boy. Let's get you out of there and back home, okay?"

Tyler whined, he didn't have a home anymore. He tried to wiggle further into the tight space, but Master had a hold of him now, trying to gently pull him out far enough to get to his collar.

His collar, Master was trying to take his collar, he really was going to send Tyler away. He threw back his head and howled. "OOOOWOOOOOOOOOOWWOOOOO!"

"Tyler, you have to calm down, please pup. I can't help you if you're going to fight me. You need to let me get you back inside, or I'm going to need to take your collar off, pup. I can't leave you out here like this."

He had worked himself into near hysterics, but one thing managed to get through. Master wouldn't take his collar if he went back inside.

He slunk out past Master, one eye on him constantly to assure himself that Master wasn't reaching for his collar. He crossed the yard and went into the house. Master had left the door open.

There were bags sat down just inside the door, that probably would have smelled good, if her smell hadn't been present too. Master quickly shut the door behind them, and tried to lead Tyler to his bed. He refused to be led, claws digging in. Master seemed to give up and just sat down on the floor next to him.

"I don't understand, Tyler. Come here, let me check you over." He commanded, patting his knee. After a moment or two, Tyler crawled over to him, still whimpering lightly. Master left his collar on, and Tyler tried to take comfort in that.

Once he'd been checked over by Master, they just sat there with Master petting him, gently. Tyler was trying to think of ways to get Master to keep him. Maybe if Master bred him, instead.

The backdoor was still open, and Tyler jumped up and ran towards it, hoping Master would follow. He rushed to stand in front of the doghouse, but skidded to a stop, and growled at the name. Her scent was so strong here, and he didn't know if he could ignore it. He slunk forward, forcing every step. Unaware of the despairing whine he continued to voice, as he pushed himself forward, or the tears.

"Tyler, what's wr- wait, are you jealous of Kennedy?" Master picked up the sign with that name on it and turned it over before rehanging it. Only now it said Tyler.

What?

Where did her scent go?

He snuffled around trying to find the bitch, but there wasn't a drop of wrong scent anywhere. He turned to look at Master, head tilted, and a very confused puppy.

Master was squatting down in front of him, both hands scratching and scritching along Tyler's head. "Who's a jealous boy? Was Tyler a jealous boy? It's okay, puppy. You're my best boy. Yes you are."

Tyler preened under the attention. He was still wondering if maybe he should get Master to breed him, liking the idea of being mounted by Master, but maybe some other day. He was so very tired after being out in the world, and the worry about being left alone.

He pressed his nose against Master's neck and then pulled away and headed into his bed, sure this time Master would follow, without question. He flopped down and sure enough, Master was right there, dropping down beside him, to give more pets and pats.

Once Tyler fell asleep, Carlos got up to put away the food he'd brought home. It could all be reheated later, for now, he was going to let Tyler nap, and then, after he made sure Tyler was okay, he'd have a late dinner with TK.

Carlos noticed Tyler was shifting around in his sleep, and slid down next to his bed. He eased him awake with long slow strokes down his side, and then when he shifted a little, tummy rubs. When he could see bleary eyes blinking up at him, he leaned in and rubbed their noses together. "Look who's awake. Who's my good boy? Come here, pup, and give me some snuggles."

Tyler wiggled into his arms and up under his neck, rubbing his head against his Master and cuddling in. After he settled down, Carlos slid his hands up and unbuckled the collar.

TK moved up higher and hid his face in Carlos's neck, and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing tight. Carlos pulled him out after a minute or so to get a look at his face.

TK was blushing. "Please tell me I didn't try to run away and make a scene in your front yard in full puppy gear?"

"It's okay, babe. First you're not wearing anything too sex oriented, so it just looks like a costume. If anyone actually asks I'll tell them you were filming a TikTok or something like that. What's really important though, is what had Tyler so upset." Carlos asked, concern in his voice.

"It's so fucking stupid." TK said, once again trying to hid his face in Carlos's neck.

"Even if it is, tell me anyway, babe, I need to know to take care of Tyler."

"I opened the backdoor so Tyler could go out back and Kennedy's name was on the doghouse. Tyler got jealous, and then suddenly all we could smell was Kennedy, everywhere. Tyler... we somehow got convinced you only wanted a bitch to breed, and that, because of that, you were going to get rid of us... of Tyler. We panicked and then when you tried to take the collar off, cause we were trapped in puppy mode, and suddenly Tyler thought you were going to take us to the pound."

Carlos began rocking TK gently. "I'm so sorry. What does Tyler need, to feel better? How can I show him I'd never send him away?" He asked.

"I think we're good, you already showed him. He... we... Shit talking about this is hard to wrap my brain around sometimes. He decided to offer himself up to be bred, to take Kennedy's place, if that's what you wanted. He tried to lead you into the doghouse, but her smell was still everywhere and he was forcing himself to go in, and you figured out he was jealous and turned the sign. You showed him... us that you weren't just thinking about her when you put up the doghouse. you had his name on the sign too. Somehow knowing that, knowing it was meant for both of them, just eased his mind."

"So Tyler is okay?" Carlos asked, to be sure.

"Oh yeah, he's doing great. He uh, had thoughts about you breeding him, not as like a replacement for her, but because he liked the idea of his master breeding him."

Carlos noticed TK was getting hard, as they sat there. "So what about TK? Does he want to get thrown over that bench and fucked like a bitch?"

TK's face was hidden in his throat, but his neck and ears were flushed red, as he nodded.

"And how nasty of a bitch has TK been? Does he need it rough and hard? Or is he a good bitch?"

TK began sucking on Carlos's neck, then nipping at the spot.

"Nasty it is." Carlos said with a smirk, before smacking TK on the ass and shoving him off his lap.

Carlos had TK's shirt off and his hands behind him, and his cuffs on in less than a minute and left him laying on the floor like that. He grabbed a few things before returning to TK, who'd been trying to wiggle into a better position.

He stripped himself and then rolled his briefs up, crotch out, and stuffed them in TK's mouth, then quickly tied them in place with a bandana.

"I have neighbors, and I intend on making you scream, TK." He said, smirking. He stood TK up, and then pulled his shorts and the clip on tail off, along with the ears. He didn't want TK in any way confused about who was getting fucked tonight.

Carlos drug him through the house like he was a perp, hand wrapped around his upper arm. They slipped out the back door, and TK shivered a little, as he was pulled naked across the yard and into the doghouse.

Carlos uncuffed his hands and then threw him over the bench and recuffed him so his arms were wrapped around the bench. He didn't bother strapping TK's legs to the restraints, instead he kicked them as far apart as they would go, dropping all TK's weight onto the bench.

Carlos grabbed the lube and squeezed a cold pool of it onto the small of TK's back, before tossing it out of the way. He ran his fingers through it and then stared pushing in, two fingers at first, drawing a muffled complaint from TK. Carlos smacked his ass and with his free hand and kept going.

He quickly moved up from two fingers to three, and then four. He was pumping his fingers in and out of TK, shaking his whole body with the force of it, and avoiding his prostate as much as possible. He stared spreading his fingers out stretching him even more, and then rubbed his hand through the remaining slick and pressed in again. This time he had all four fingers and his thumb tucked in together.

He was three knuckles deep when he stopped and started twisting his hand back and forth.

"Is this what you want? To be hanging from a knot like a good bitch, TK?"

"I think you do. So I'm going to fuck you, and get this ass sloppy with cum and lube, and then I'm going to put this right back in you."

TK was nodding and Carlos pulled his hand out, leaving TK so fucking empty, but Carlos didn't leave him like that for long. He slammed in, and started fucking TK hard and fast, not even attempting to hit his prostate. He scooped the last little pool of lube down so it was dripping down TK crack, and onto Carlos's cock.

TK is hard but he isn't even close to cumming when Carlos slams into him and just moans through an orgasm. Then TK is empty again and he just aches. Suddenly there is yet another cold pool of lube on his back and Carlos is rolling his hand around in it and then just shoves into TK's hole, fingers and thumb pinched together, pushing back in to that third knuckle, and then further, and TK is squealing behind that gag.

It's so fucking tight, his rim feels so stretched out, and finally Carlos hand is almost entirely inside him. He runs his other hand through the lube and drips more onto the one filling TK. Carlos is slipping it in and out, working him past that widest point over and over.

Then Carlos starts pressing on his prostate, while his free hand slips around TK's cock, and starts stroking in a matching rhythm. TK is panting and biting down on the gag in his mouth. Everything is so fucking intense, the fullness, the fingers working over that bundle of nerves, and the slick warm hand working his cock. He's rocketing towards orgasm and its just so fucking much, and then Carlos starts talking, low and intense.

"I knew you wanted knotted, just like this. Filled up to the brim and not knowing if you want it to stop or go on forever. Pushing my cum right back up in you, rubbing it into your insides. Which is it, baby? Do you want me in you forever or do you want to beg me to stop?" He pressed down on TK's prostate, and twisted his wrist while stroking his cock.

TK whited out as he came.

TK came back to himself and realized he was still full and being stroked, in long steady pulls of Carlos's hand. He twisted around to look at Carlos.

"You back with me, baby? You didn't think that was it, did you? You took a knot, you're going to be hanging off it till I decide otherwise."

TK moaned, and tried to get his feet under him, but Carlos kicked them right back out again.

"Oh no, baby, I just told you how this is going to go." He began twisting and pumping that hand in and out again, working TK's stretched and aching rim. He started riding his fingers against that overworked bundle again, and stroking his thumb across the head of TK's cock on every upstroke, bringing him back to the edge of orgasm again, waiting till he was right on edge, and then slowing everything down, and working his rim again.

He repeated this torment over and over again, until finally he made a fist inside TK and pushed in further than ever, until his knuckles were skating over his prostate and he pressed and rubbed across it, while squeezing and stroking him right to the edge one last time. TK was so close and fully expected another round of torment as Carlos backed off. Instead he pressed down with that knuckle hard and sped up the hand on TK's dick until he was coming again, clenching around the wrist in his ass.

Carlos stroked him through his orgasm, then slowly pulled back, working his hand out as gently as he could. He reached out for a large plug from the shelf, then rolled it in lube before slipping it into TK's gaping hole.

He helped TK get his feet under him, then buckled them into the restraints, and shut off the light when he left the dog house, ignoring the muffled complaints from TK. He pulled out his dinner and heated it up, then sat in front of the TV, turned on his favorite new show, and settled in to eat.

Carlos worked through his meal, before jumping back to watch everything again. The video feed was split, and he watched the first view, focused on TK's face, as he was fucked and then fisted... well knotted. He watched the feed from the second camera, but a lot of it was blocked by his own body. Still it was an interesting watch, then he switched to live, and watched TK squirming and pulling on the cuffs, trying to get loose.

He waited til TK was calm, probably resting up for another attempt to wiggle free, then he pulled up the app on his phone, and turned the setting to 60% and held his finger over the power button. He changed to the camera of TK's face, and watched as he hit the button, and TK's entire body seized up in shock, his eyes wide and he was yelling into the gag.

Carlos left it like that, for several long minutes, grinning as he watched TK growing hard again. He shut it off and watched TK breathing easier, giving it almost a full minute, before cranking it to 70% and turning it on. He slowly lowered it to 25% and left it there. TK was looking like he'd shake right off the bench if given the chance.

He settled in on the couch, slowly stroking himself, eyes on the screen. He lowered the power down to 5% and waited for TK to doze off, enjoying the view until that happened.

TK had been asleep for twenty minutes when Carlos slipped back in the doghouse. He quietly slipped a blindfold over his eyes, then moved into position, then connected to the Bluetooth speaker system and started playing a clip.

"Look at this shit right here." A stranger's voice said, from near the entrance.

"What's in here, something good?" Another voice asks.

"I don't know if good is the right word. Looks like someone's been naughty, but I think we can have some fun with it. We better hurry tho, I saw that cop leave, but who knows when he's gonna be back."

"Shee-it, you weren't kidding. Guess the pigs into some fucked up shit. Keeping a fuck toy tied up in his shed." The second voice sounds half turned on and half disgusted.

TK is awake and struggling now, and a hand runs up his ass, before smacking it.

"Look at that ass, all stuffed full." The first voice says, this time from behind TK.

Carlos is tugging on the plug cranking it up to 100%.

TK is struggling to get loose and with the toy practically rattling him apart.

"Turn it down, you're gonna give the little piglet a heart attack."

"Maybe your right." The plug is dropped back down to about halfway. "Still look at that ass."

Carlos starts smacking TK's ass, landing blows across both cheeks, until he's red and hot to the touch, and then he rubs his hands all over.

Suddenly the first voice speaks up again. "You had your fun, now get that thing out of him, I wanna fuck the piglet before the pig comes home and ruins our fun. Shit the pigs got a sweet set up, look-it, condoms and lube an' everything."

TK begins struggling again, as the toy is roughly wiggled and twisted until it comes out of his ass, and then a cock is pushed in, and sets a brutal pace. The entire time he's being fucked the second voice is grunting and huffing. Finally, the cock is pushed in deep, and a panting groan is heard, before the cock disappears.

"You gotta try this, then we ought to be sure thank the pig."

The first voice was back again. "Oh yeah, leaving us a feast like this, all laid out and waiting. I say we thank him by fucking his little bitch good. So long as we're gone before he gets home. Who knows, though, I mean if the pig comes home early, well I guess we'll just have to give him a proper thanks, too."

TK is shaking his head and trying to speak past the gag.

Hands are on his ass cheeks shoving them apart. "Look at that fucked out hole. Might as well be a sloppy cunt, am I right?"

Another cock is roughly fucking into TK, this time the body behind him is leaning in, pressing against him. Long powerful strokes have him gasping, slamming against his prostate. The fucking doesn't last long, but when the body behind him cums, they stay buried in him for long moments.

When they finally pull out, the first voice speaks again. "Look at the little bitch, he's hard as a rock. It'd be downright rude to leave him like that."

"Well, what're you waiting for? Give the little piglet a hand. He comes quick enough we're outta here without anyone knowing. Maybe we'll get lucky though. He takes enough time, well then I'll be ready to go again and maybe the pig gets back for his turn."

The hand on him is tight and slick with lube, stroking him with the intent of getting him off. He can feel their breath on his heated ass cheeks.

Suddenly the plug is pushed back into his ass and turned back up all the way. He comes, hard, gasping into the gag. Before TK has calmed down, and caught his breath, he hears movement and people leaving the doghouse.

The plug was left in him on high, and he's overstimulated and clinging to the bench, feeling like he's just going to shake off and float away if he lets go.

He couldn't say how long he stayed like that, time went fuzzy, but eventually there were hands patting him and the toy was shut off, and removed. He struggled before a hand pulled the blindfold off and he blinked up at Carlos, who was undoing the gag.

Carlos quickly undid the cuffs and the leg restraints and helped TK stand up. He was clinging to Carlos to stay upright and there were tears in his eyes.

"Oh my God, Carlos. That was... Shit, that felt so real. Like you actually scared me there, especially when they threatened you."

Carlos was petting and cooing at him, and helped him into the house, then up to the bath he'd prepared. TK winced a little when his ass touched the bottom of the tub, and Carlos leaned in in concern.

"I'm okay, baby, just a little sore, but it was so good." TK leaned up and stole a kiss before settling back in the tub. Carlos helped him get clean, washing his hair and sponging the rest of him off. Once he was clean and rinsed off, Carlos dried him off and wrapped him in a fuzzy robe, and settled him in the bed, before he went and reheated TK's dinner.

Once TK had been fed, they curled up together, TK's head on Carlos's chest and went to sleep like that.

Chapter Text

TK was freaking out. His dad wasn't answering and they served a warrant on his house. He kept trying, but his dad wouldn't pick up. Then Carlos was there and for a moment everything was okay cause Carlos could fix everything. Then he ruined everything, instead. His dad was arrested for arson. Carlos's dad thought his dad was a criminal... Carlos thought his dad was a criminal. Not just a criminal, an arsonist. Really?

He'd checked up on dad, calling him a liar, and he just, he just pushed again and again. He needed Carlos, he needed him to see the truth, to believe him, to believe his dad.

Then Carlos arms were around him and it should be right. He should be safe and he should be able to take comfort and it was wrong. He needed Carlos to believe him, believe his dad, but he didn't and his arms were around him, holding him and it was all wrong.

"RED! RED!" Carlos was already letting him lose, before he finished the first but he just couldn't stop; he kept repeating it.

He caught a glimpse of Carlos's stunned face before Judd ordered him to leave, and reeled TK in, helping him stay on his feet, and leading him away from the others.

His face had gone white when he realized what he'd done. Who he'd done it in front of, but Judd was holding him still, not letting him fall, and there was no judgement on his face, only understanding and support, and TK pulled him into a hug and just clung to the man, like he'd be washed away if he didn't hold on tight enough.

Judd signed him out and TK didn't know what to do. He went to the police station and sat, praying he didn't see Carlos or his fucking father. Instead of seeing his dad and finding out what he could do to help, he was stonewalled all the way around. They told him to go home... where the Hell was that now?

He went to his dad's house, unable to face Carlos, or the idea that Carlos won't want him. That he would just tell TK how guilty his dad was. He couldn't face any of that. Not now, not ever. Maybe if he just got some sleep he'd wake up in reality.

He woke up still lost, gray, and just pushing through. He was practically sleepwalking through his shift, feeling nothing. He was trying to sooth himself, but that failed and he just left his air pods in, silent, as a buffer to keep people from asking him questions he couldn't answer. And then there was screaming and the station, his dad's station, was bursting into flames.

He felt nothing, and then his dad was there, and Carlos's dad was there, and they were telling him about a trick, a ruse. His dad was innocent of arson, but he was still guilty, he fucking WAS. The two of them set fire to their sons' happiness, and burned it all away.

He had put hands on Carlos, in anger. This wasn't Kennedy biting. He, TK had put fucking hands on the man he loved for his belief in his father. The man who let him suffer and worry. Who claimed to love and support him. He had destroyed the best fucking relationship he'd ever had, for a liar who couldn't give him the respect of a heads up.

They were joking about it. TK's fists were curled and he wanted to rage. The men seemed upset by the firehouse, but not a word for the other destruction in their path.

He turned to face them, the world no longer grey it was red and orange and yellow, bright and burning all around him and he wanted to burn them down too. His father would never ever understand what his games had cost TK. The best he could hope for was a pat apology that didn't mean shit, and wouldn't change his actions.

He opened his mouth, intent on burning them too, in some small measure. Let them feel the flames. Then there were arms around him, pulling him back, holding him tight. His heart stopped, everything froze, because he had broken this. Broken them.

So how were there arms around him, grounding him, pulling him back from the ledge he'd just about leaped over, to set fire to the precarious bridge that led to his father. Finally he could hear the repeated apologies whispered in his ear.

"I'm sorry, you were right."

He didn't know how he was here, how he was in Carlos's arms. How the man could stand to touch him. He spun in his arms and threw his own around Carlos's neck, burying his face and sobbing. "I'm so sorry, please. I know you won't forgive me, but you need to know how sorry I am."

Carlos held him close. "There's nothing to forgive. This was on them. You were right and I should have believed you, so how about we put this one on them. You don't owe me an apology and I don't owe you one. This one is a push. Either we both fucked up or neither of us did, and I don't know about you, but I just want to hold the man I love."

TK wanted to stay in his arms but duty drug each of them in separate ways. Carlos was still on duty and TK, needed to help Judd figure out the protocols and just what the Hell they were supposed to do now. None of that could fall to his dad, since he was still officially on leave, despite running around town sneaking into burned out buildings like a fucking Hardy boy.

He loved his dad, he did, but right now he did not like the man very much. Still he had to own his actions. He needed to apologize, even if only for his own peace of mind.

Finally finished for the day, he stood in front of their door, talking himself into stepping through. He had fucked up, above and beyond their fathers' bullshit, and he needed to make amends, somehow. He took a breath and stepped inside.

"Hey, babe, hope you came hungry, I just put the chicken in the oven."

TK looked at all the work Carlos had clearly done. "You didn't have to do all this. I..."

"The firehouse blew up, in the middle of your shift. That means extra time with you, and that my boyfriend is going to be hungry. I'm going to make the most of it." He said sweetly, looking at TK with a small smile.

"Speaking of blow ups at the fire station. I uh..."

"We agreed, TK. Nobody has to apologize. Our dad's did what they had to do. We were collateral damage."

"Yes, for most of it, but I fucked up, above and beyond their bullshit. If I'd have just said shit to you, okay, that was on them, but I laid hands on you in anger, and that, that is on me. I need to apologize, you deserve an apology."

"The thing is, I don't think that was entirely just TK, who was pushing me, do you? You safe worded, and I'm glad you did when you needed to, but the fact that you were in the mindset to use a safe word instead of just asking, says something." Carlos said, reaching to turn the oven down.

TK thought about it, for few moments. "I think I was so stressed I started letting Tyler out, but Tyler loves you; I love you. Why would he..."

"Make himself bigger and try to push away someone who he saw as a threat to you? What I was saying threw you, badly. I know that, and I think he just needed me to back off, to take back the things that hurt you, and I didn't." Carlos said, looking at him with glassy eyes. "I don't think Tyler has been sure of me since he ran away."

TK looked at him, then closed his eyes. "I think I know what he, what we need to do. We meant to do it anyway, but never got to it. I think Tyler needs you to breed him. To know he's yours."

"Why don't you go, uh get Tyler, and I'll take care of things in here." Carlos said, heat in his eyes.

TK rushed up the stairs, quickly but securely clipping in a pair of fluffy brown ears, and looked at the tails. He decided against one, this time. He wanted, needed Carlos to take care of Tyler. He couldn't exactly wear a clip-on if he was naked, and he wanted Carlos to prep them. He picked up Tyler's collar, looking around for Kennedy's, but not seeing it.

He walked down the stairs, and called out to Carlos, "I know we don't need her tonight, but have you seen Kennedy's collar, babe?"

"I took it off you in the doghouse the other day. Its on the shelf out there."

TK nodded, walking towards Carlos and passing him Tyler's collar. Carlos held him close, for a moment or two, before giving him a slow sweet kiss and then buckling on the collar.

Tyler sunk down to his paws, and looked up at Master, cautiously.

Master smiled down, reassuring him, and then ordered him to follow. They went to the backyard, and then into the doghouse. Tyler took in the contraption in the middle of the space with curious eyes, then looked up at Master, waiting.

He crouched down in front of Tyler. "You are my good boy, Tyler. I know you were afraid, but I love you, and I'm going to keep you forever, no matter what." He was rubbing and petting Tyler, who was just looking at him, with soulful eyes.

Master promised to keep him. He hadn't worried so much with his name was on the doghouse, but there had been that tiny little sliver of worry. It wanted to go away with Master's words, then Tyler remembered. He was on two legs and pushing Master away. Why had he done that? Maybe Master thought Tyler didn't want him now.

He had to do something to show Master how much he wanted him. He remembered his plan from before, and then turned himself around, pulling away from Master's pets, and dropped his head to his paws, ass in the air, presenting himself to Master.

Master rubbed a hand down his flank, and pulled him around by the collar, to look him in the face. Did he not want... was Tyler not good enough?

"You are such a good boy, Tyler. Presenting yourself like that. You are such a pretty boy, yes you are. You want me to breed you, huh? You want your master to try and put a pup in you?"

Oh yes, oh yes, Tyler couldn't stop himself from calling out in joy at the idea. "Owwoooowoow"

"Neighbors, pup, but I'm going to take that as a yes. Well, no good boy of mine is gonna be bred down on the dirty floor. Lets get you up on the breeding bench, and get you all taken care of."

He pulled at Tyler, until he was standing on his hind legs and helped him climb atop the bench. Tyler panted in excitement. Master wrapped something across his middle.

"Unlike some naughty bitches, my good boy doesn't need all strapped in, but this one right here will help keep you from falling off, Pup." He explained, before he started licking and kissing Tyler on the snout. Tyler flicked out his own tongue, licking at Master's before he moved to Tyler's back, licking and kissing his way down past Tyler's rump, and then licking Tyler's bits.

They were hard and Master's tongue felt so good. Then Tyler jumped as something cold was on him. He turned to look, and Master had a bottle over his rump. He was sliding his hands through it, and rubbing it into Tyler. It was so slippery, and Master's hands on him, in him was just so much. If this was breeding, Tyler wanted to do it all the time. He wiggled his rear end, so happy.

Master was doing something that sent stars shooting behind his eyes, touching some part of him that made him want to howl in joy. Then Master was pushing into him, this was it. Tyler wrapped his paws around the bench breathing heavy, and then he smelled something. The other tried to rise up, and Tyler pushed down hard. He was being bred, this was more important than an odd smell.

Something was wrong, badly wrong, but TK couldn't speak or move. His body wasn't responding and Tyler refused to give up control. Carlos hadn't noticed, because there was nothing to notice. Tyler was in the drivers seat and this was ridiculous he was Tyler. He couldn't speak out, he tried, voice locked behind clamped teeth. Tyler wanted, needed this so badly he was blocking TK from speaking out.

If he couldn't call out as a human... "OWWWOOOOOWWOOOOW"

Carlos stopped, immediately, pulling out, recognizing the scared frantic nature of his call. "Tyler?" He asked, hesitantly, and then he sniffed the air and turned, to look out the door, and see their home in flames. He reached out quickly, releasing the strap around Tyler's middle and then rushed outside.

The house was ablaze, and the backyard had no gate. What it did have were things like the doghouse that would catch and trap them in the middle of the flames. He rushed to the hose and turned it on, dousing everything he could, before trying to turn back some of the flames. He worried and wondered where TK was, but couldn't stop lest the yard catch and they burn up as surely as they would have in the house.

TK was fighting against Tyler, hard. Tyler was panicking and whimpering, still controlling their body as they huddled on the floor of the doghouse. TK was clawing at the collar on his neck, instinctively knowing if he could just get it off, they'd be okay. Unfortunately with Tyler still in control his hands were paws and he couldn't force the dexterity needed. All he managed was to damage his neck, while pleading with the panicked part of his brain that was Tyler.

He had walked through fire for years and this was the first time he'd felt real true terror because of it. His own fucking mind was keeping him locked in a state of frozen terror, Carlos needed them, needed him, and he could do nothing locked behind a ridiculous alter he had created as a game.

Carlos was fighting a losing game, the flames only grew, and soon the water supply would be compromised by the fire. He jumped back when a body came flying out the door, patting out flames on its arms. Carlos sighed in relief as he recognized Judd.

"Where's TK?" He asked, looking around the empty yard and then back to the fire.

"He was in the dog- in the shed, we were..." Carlos cut off, unable to look Judd in the eye.

"I would say so." Judd said, ignoring the fact that Carlos's dick was out.

He blushed and tucked himself away. He turned the hose back on the fence and the trees, trying to keep things too wet to burn.

"I'm gonna..." Judd gestured towards the shed. He ducked slightly to step into the shed, eyes passing over the contents without judgement, until he found TK. He was huddled in a corner, eyes wild, and neck bloody as he continuously scratched at the collar around his neck.

Judd reached out to help, and suddenly there were teeth on his hand. He left the teeth bite down, and called out for Carlos. He came running and took in the scene for half a second before he was skidding to his knees and removing the collar from TK's neck.

TK immediately stopped biting Judd, stuttering out apologies. Judd shook his head and reached out for a shirt pulling it over TK's head, before helping him to his feet.

"We need to get out of here, before the yard sparks up too." He said, stepping outside to check the fence, looking for a weak point. When he found none, he moved to the side closest to where he thought the others were and began yelling. "Hey, y'all. We're back here. Help! We're in the back yard."

Owen was leading firefighters to their location, and the fence was quickly compromised, allowing them past it. Blankets were quickly wrapped around the pair, and Judd was getting checked over, particularly the red area on his shoulder where his shirt had caught in his mad dash through the kitchen to the backyard, where he'd spotted Carlos.

TK's emotions were everywhere and he bit down on the excruciatingly strong urge to scream at his father. A mad man has threatened to take away what was most important to him, and TK hadn't even been a thought. He waited, beside Carlos as he finished up the call to his own father, and then when he hung up, pulled him close.

His eyes were filled with tears waiting to fall, as he looked at TK, guiltily. "I'm so sorry, TK. I didn't even think, I left Tyler there, helpless. I should have thought, should have taken the collar off."

TK pulled him close. "Hey, look at me. We're okay, we made it, that's what's important. Why would you even need to stop and think about something like that, I should have been okay, you were trying to keep us safe."

"We need to figure out where we're going to go for now. I mean you're in a shirt and blanket. No phones, no wallets. The insurance is good, but that's obviously going to take a few days and this was arson so who knows where they're gonna fall on that."

"Shit, I don't know if I can stand to be around dad, let alone us stay there. Where the fuck are we going to go?"

"Y'all are gonna stay with me an' Gracie. I already let her know, and she's getting you both some clothes out and the guest room made up. So don't you try to say no and make me tell her she did all that for nothing."

TK glanced at Carlos, and then turned back to Judd, nodding. "Thank you, we really appreciate it, and uh..." He nodded towards Judd's bandaged hand. "I'm so sorry about that. I can't... I can't explain it without sounding like a lunatic, but I am sorry."

"That weren't you, and we both know it. Don't worry about it. It'll heal." Judd said, before herding them towards his SUV. "I'm gonna get these two home and cleaned up. You ready to go, Tommy?"

"Yeah, Juddy, I wanna pick up my car and get home." She followed them, climbing in the front passenger side, when both Carlos and TK slipped into the back.

Grace greeted them both with a hug and a kiss, then turned to dote on Judd. She pulled him along and showed them to their room, pointing out the shower and the stack of towels washcloths and clothes, before leaving them to it.

They quickly showered off, scrubbing to get rid of the smell from the fire. TK sorted through the clothes, pulling out a pair of sweats, and a large t-shirt, before climbing into the strange bed and waiting for Carlos to change.

He quickly did, pulling TK close. They stayed like that, whispering 'I love you's' to each other, for a long time, before they finally drifted off.

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Carlos noticed a change in TK after the fire. He was colder, like the fire had burned the warmth out of him. Carlos knew TK was angry at his dad, but Owen was swimming in guilt, and any other time, he couldn't imagine TK leaving him like that without at least some sort of... well maybe not absolution, but at least a discussion.

He was concerned it might be some kind of depression spiral, and had suggested a little bit of puppy time, even if they needed to rent a hotel room for the night. TK had shut that down hard, and Carlos discovered Tyler's collar, which had been amid the chest of toys they'd taken from the shed for their own privacy, was missing.

Carlos didn't want to bring it up, afraid of upsetting TK even more. He was polite with Judd and Miss Grace, and Tommy and her girls, who were going through so much pain, but again, Carlos noticed the warmth TK would normally exude was just gone.

He was terrified TK blamed him, not for the fire, but for leaving him in a state of terror, because he was too stupid to remove the collar. He knew the power the collars seemed to have on his psyche, Tyler's panicked run down the block, and Kennedy's biting, were clear instances of the alter personalities holding sway over TK's normal behavior, and he'd left poor Tyler to flounder and TK fighting to rise up through the puppy's panic and fear.

Gracie had a shift at the call center, and Judd was helping Owen, work on saving the firehouse, so they were alone this afternoon. Carlos had let himself in with the key the Ryder's had provided, offering them their room until the insurance agency finally paid up.

There had been arguments because it was arson, but since it was provably done to them and not by them, his policy was exceptionally clear, that they were owed a payout. Owen and his dad were paying for a lawyer and their own inspectors, so the insurance company couldn't low ball them, or slither out of paying.

He was still in uniform, calling out to TK, since the bathroom door was shut. He noticed the chest was opened, and things were a little scattered, and then there was a strange thump noise low on the bathroom door. He shut the bedroom door, quietly and then stepped towards the bathroom, stepping as quietly as possible, hand on his holster.

He pushed the door open, noting the dark room, reaching for the light, before something slammed into him, snarling. He jumped back, as Kennedy came into the light, lips drawn back growling low and menacing. She lunged at him and he slipped to the side, letting her past and then stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

She was thumping against it trying to get in. Carlos, was confused, trying to wrap his brain around TK becoming Kennedy, here of all places, and the rage he'd seen on her face. Carlos closed his eyes, trying to think past his initial fear response, and the fact that he could have drawn his gun on TK.

He immediately looked around the room and opened the cupboard that ran floor to ceiling. He needed to get his gun off and safe, first. He removed and took out the clip, and emptied the chamber. He double checked the safety and then put everything but the bullets on the top shelf, until he could get to the portable gun safe. The bullets he put on the top shelf of the medicine cabinet.

He took off his shoes and his uniform top and his belt, slipping his cuffs in his pocket, along with the keys. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his arm, before gearing himself up to bring Kennedy down and give her what she seemed to need.

He shut the light out, before opening the door and let Kennedy rush him again. Once she'd bitten down on the toweled arm, he grabbed her collar and used her grip on his arm to and his grip on the collar to steer her where he wanted her to go, forcing her backwards, and then down, until she was on her back, him straddling her.

He worked quickly with one hand to attach the cuffs, before pulling her paw over her head and then leaving the towel in her mouth and using that arm to pull her other paw up, cuffing them around the sturdy leg of the bed. She was jerking on the cuffs and still growling, shaking her head to clear the towel, so she could take a bite out of him.

He reached over and snagged the closest gag, which happened to be a wide three inch penis gag. He pulled the towel out of the way and when she lunged her head forward, he shoved it in her mouth and then buckled it in. She was still growling low and menacing and pulling on the cuffs.

He pulled back finally able to get a look at her, beyond her snarling mouth. Her nipples were in a brutal pair of clips, they'd never tried, and they were clearly red and sore. He slid down and found TK had rope work wrapped around and between his balls, and a few inches up the base of his cock. His shaft was hard and red verging on purple, while his balls and the head of his cock were both a much darker red.

When he checked her tail, he wasn't surprised to find she had the biggest plug they owned in, with what appeared, by the raw redness of his rim, far too little lubricant. TK had set all this up prior to becoming Kennedy, so clearly he wanted to hurt, to be hurt and to hurt Carlos, if his continuing gagged snarl was any indication.

Carlos began stripping.

He retrieved a few things from the chest, while shoving other things back in. He belted her legs together at the thighs the knees and the ankles, before rolling her over, twisting the cuffs tighter with the turn, He made sure her nipples were rubbing against the carpet, and threw the bite towel under her bound cock, just in case TK's ability to cum when he shouldn't be able to reared up. He put on her knees, ass in the air.

He gave the tail a vicious tug, pulling a yipping cry from her, before releasing his hold and starting to smack her upturned ass. She was wiggling the best she could, trying to pull away from the blows, but Carlos had a hand on the small of her back, pinning her in place. He worked her over until her ass was as red as her shaft, and then he changed over to a thin wooden switch.

"Is this what you're looking for, Princesa? To be beaten like an untrainable mutt? I thought we broke your habit of biting the hand that feeds you. Instead you're snarling at me, an aggressive little bitch." He carefully laid stripes down her ass with the switch; the darker red lines evenly running from the top of her ass down to her tail. He lifted that up with his free hand, tugging on it again, as he worked down the back of her thighs until he reached the belt holding her legs together.

She had whimpered through the process, but the minute he stopped she was back to snarling, and he thought about doing another run, at a slight angle to give her a diamond pattern, but decided against it.

He drizzled slick around the base of the plug and slowly worked her sore rim open. He worked the plug out just a bit rougher than he normally would have, before slicking himself up and sliding into it's place. He was slamming into her, scrapping her nipples across the floor, and looked up to see the cuffs tearing into her wrists. He reached up, to unlock them, but Kennedy was bucking under him, pulling her paws in harsh jerks that had to hurt.

Carlos quickly pulled out, calling out "Red." He rushed to get her paws free. The minute one was loose, both her paws were scrabbling and digging into his side, and ass, the cuffs cutting into him as she scrambled intent on doing damage. He stepped back, taking her in, as a whole and the bottom dropped out of his stomach. He tried to reach her collar, frantic now to bring TK out of whatever headspace this was.

She was doing everything she could to keep him from her collar, and he finally had to come at her from behind. She nearly strangled herself, trying to pull away before he could work the buckle, while she rolled and bucked trying to dislodge him from her back. Her paws were scrapping over his hands, nails drawing blood, but he kept going, needing to bring TK back, desperately.

Finally the collar fell away, and TK collapsed under him, sobbing. Carlos scrambled to get the gear off, starting with the gag, since TK's airway was becoming blocked rapidly. That done he gently undid the clips, pulling a hiss from TK, then unbuckled the belts, before attempting to remove the rope-work on TK's groin. He was almost to the point of using something to cut it, despite how the idea of that terrified him, when TK reached down and pulled on a tucked in strand, that loosened the whole thing, allowing Carlos to free him, finally.

He tried to pull TK close, to remove the dangling cuff, but TK pulled away, until he was huddled in the corner curled up on his side, face buried in his knees, still crying.

Carlos could see the damage on TK, and could barely breath past the lump in his throat. He didn't notice the many places he was bleeding from Kennedy's claws and the fight to get the collar off. He slid water close to TK and pulled a blanket when he began shivering, but TK ignored them both, refusing to acknowledge Carlos's presence in the room.

Carlos was hanging by a thread. He didn't know what to do, or how to help. He heard someone come in the front door.

He quickly threw on pants and a shirt, and prayed it was Miss Grace coming in. It was both her and Judd, and the pair of them froze, looking at Carlos, in shock.

"Miss Grace, can you check on TK please? He... we were... I think he's in sub-drop, and he won't let me near him, not that I blame him, but we need help, please can you..."

"Of course, Judd, look after this one for me, baby." Judd nodded and then pulled Carlos to a seat and went to grab a first aid kit. Carlos's eyes were locked on the stairs, and he was shaking. He was ignoring Judd, until the man spoke.

"Ya do know doms can drop too, right?" He asked, as he began dabbing at cuts, cleaning them and making sure none needed stitched, particularly the two on his side where the cuffs had slammed into him.

"Is that... am I? Dropping I mean."

"I'd wager, that's what this is. Your boy did some damage here. Was this all from the scared pup?" Judd asked carefully.

"No, TK refuses to even talk about letting Tyler out. This was all Kennedy."

Judd raised an eyebrow, and continued working on him. Now checking over his clawed up hands. "So, how much damage are we looking at?" He asked, nodding in the direction of the stairs.

"Physically, TK probably did more damage to himself, than I managed. His ass is going to be sore, from the spanking and switching, and he tore up his wrists fighting the cuffs. Kennedy fought when I tried to release them, and I saw how bad they were, and tried to call it off, but Kennedy wasn't having it. I had to fight her to get the collar off, to get TK back in control.

Judd just nodded and let him continue.

"I thought he let Kennedy out, so she could hurt me, and get punished for it. Usually she's a brat and she gets put in her place, but this was... this was different. He set himself up and then put her collar on, while I was at work. I came home to her trapped in the bathroom. I didn't think anything was wrong, why didn't I realize, sooner? I should have known better, should have stopped before we started. He was so afraid to be Tyler, why would I think he'd even want to be Kennedy?"

"You're doing an awful lot of blame taking. Is TK a grown ass adult?" Carlos looked at him and nodded. "Right and you say he geared himself up, and put on that collar by himself, yeah?" Carlos nodded again. "By the looks of that shed, this ain't y'alls first rodeo, right? You had all the talks, limits, safe sane and consensual and all that shit?"

"Yeah, we did." Carlos said quietly.

"So do you have a safe-word or signal with Kennedy?" Carlos nodded. "Did she give the signal, and you ignored it?"

Carlos looked horrified. "Of course not."

"Right, and were you doing something that was a limit for TK or Kennedy?" Carlos shook his head again. "So, you were behaving within the limits the two of you agreed to, until Kennedy ignored your safe-word and kept attacking you, and its somehow your fault?"

Carlos couldn't look him in the eye, unwilling to accept his absolution.

Judd seemed to understand, and just patted him on the shoulder, before clearing up the used supplies, but leaving the kit out, in case TK had need of it, once Gracie was done with him.

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Grace slowly walked into the boys' room, taking in the open trunk, before she was far enough into the room to see TK huddled in the corner shivering. She ran a hand through his hair, and when she pulled it away, he moved to follow the comfort of her hand. She settled next to him, back to the wall, and then pulled at TK, until he was leaning into her, head resting on her lap.

She pulled the blanket over him and reached for the water, cracking it open and offering him a small sip. She spent the next few minutes, petting his hair and giving him water. The shaking slowed and stopped, and he hid his face against her stomach with a groan.

"You back with me, baby?" She asked softly, smiling down at the eye peering up at her. "There you are. Can you talk to me? Maybe tell me some of what's going on in that pretty little head?"

He nodded, but didn't start talking, taking time to consider his words. She just kept up the gentle petting, keeping him cuddled close, while he thought.

"I messed up." He said, before hiding his face again.

"Considering were we are, I figured that part out, baby. So tell me how you messed up, and then we can get about the business of fixing whatever it is."

"I could have gotten Carlos killed. The night of the fire, me and Carlos were playing, and I had Tyler's collar on." She nodded, instead of asking about Tyler. "I could smell the smoke, I knew something was wrong, I tried to take back control, to warn Carlos, but I couldn't. Tyler kept me out of control of my own body."

"Baby, you are Tyler. You may have created a way of thinking, to set yourself free, and get what you need, but Tyler is a part of you."

"I couldn't speak, couldn't warn Carlos."

"You did, though, I heard Carlos talking about how you warned him." Grace said, confused.

"Right, I couldn't make words so I howled like a fucking dog. I let a figment of my imagination hold me hostage, while the man I love went out to fight a fire and keep us safe. Tyler bit Judd in his stupid panicked state." He said, anger at himself and at Tyler in his voice.

"He kept you down, out of control, and you don't want that happening again, right?" Gracie asked, starting to get an idea of what was wrong. "But Tyler is the sweet and innocent part of TK, right?"

He looked at her again, reluctantly nodding.

"You've been different since the fire. I thought it was because you were angry with Owen. Maybe angry at the world that this happened, but that's not it, is it? You've got your boot on Tyler's throat, not letting him come up at all, don't you?"

TK nodded, unable to look her in the eye.

"Tyler is some of the very best parts of you. You keep him locked out, you're keeping yourself locked out. Is that part of what happened tonight?"

"Oh fuck." He said, remembering the night. "I needed something, needed Tyler, but I didn't trust myself to let him out. Instead I let out Kennedy, and normally she's, well a bitch, but tonight... She was so angry and just wanted to bite and tear into Carlos. She wanted to hurt, and wanted to make him mad enough to hurt her. He figured out something was wrong and he safe-worded, because of my wrists, I think." He held up them up and she gasped at the raw and bleeding lines on his wrist, and the blood on his fingers.

She spotted the keys laying on the floor and reached for them, finally removing the dangling cuff and tossing them out of the way.

"He safe-worded, but Kennedy didn't care, she... I tore into him, I know I hurt him." He held up his fingers, cringing at the blood on his nails. "He figured out the collar needed to come off and she fought him every step of the way."

"You know what it sounds like to me, baby? Sounds like Miss Kennedy needs the Tyler parts too." TK sighed and stretched his arm under the bed, feeling around for something, before he pulled out Tyler's missing collar. He handed it to Grace, eyes averted.

"You ready to put this on, baby? Ready to let Tyler loose?" He nodded, suddenly very aware of his nudity. "Maybe I should get dressed first, Tyler once made it halfway down the block, during a freak-out, and I'd hate to force Carlos to arrest me for indecent exposure."

He pulled on some sweats and a t-shirt, before sinking back down to his knees in front of Grace. She reached out and buckled the collar on, and leaned back, watching the shift come over TK.

He leaned forward and licked up her cheek, bestowing a doggie kiss and then turned, looking for Master.

"Carlos is downstairs with Judd."

He let out a yodelly call that seemed like confirmation to her, before he trotted out of the room. She waited a minute, giving him a head start, before she stood up and followed him. He carefully navigated the stairs, and then called out for Carlos, with a soft "owoooowoo"

Carlos was on his feet and then crouching in front of Tyler, reaching out carefully to rub his hand on Tyler's cheek.

Tyler rubbed his cheek against Carlos's hand, before moving closer and leaning his whole body against Carlos and sighing, now content.

Carlos looked around, to see Miss Grace leading Judd away. He shifted from the middle of their front hall to sit against the stairs, pulling Tyler up into his lap and holding him close. "I love my good boy, and I know you were so scared, but it's over now, and you're... we're safe. I love you Tyler, but I really need to talk to TK now, is that okay, can you let me do that?"

Tyler, licked his mouth once and then settled back on his haunches looking at him. He was reaching for the collar, when Tyler... when TK spoke. "I'm sorry."

Carlos pulled him in for a hug, "I'm sorry too, TK, I should have seen you were struggling, and I'm sorry I didn't. I love you, and I just need to be sure you're okay. If you don't want me around for a while I can-"

"Carlos!" He said, voice raspy from the fight over the collar, and his sobs earlier. "I'm the one who fucked up. I panicked about Tyler and I was suppressing all the parts of him that I could, ignoring the fact that he's me, and he's Kennedy. I'm sorry she... I ignored you safe-wording. That was not okay, but she was just so angry and couldn't stop."

"Tyler is... I think he's in control of all the love and the good parts of me, and I was just moving through the world without feeling anything. I was too afraid to let Tyler out so I let out Kennedy, so I'd hurt, so I'd feel."

Carlos pulled him close, and held him, before he jerked back in realization. "Oh, Oh God, Tommy and the girls. My dad, he must think I hate him, and.. "

"We'll get it all worked out, I promise. The thing with Tommy's husband sucks, and she could use all the support she can get, but you haven't said or done anything that could have made that whole thing any worse than the shit show it is. As to Owen, well maybe him and my dad both needed a little wake-up call, about prioritizing family over their little games."

"Speaking of shit-shows, wanna come into the kitchen to sit and keep me company while I throw together something to thank Judd and Miss Grace for today?"

"Yeah, I just might need to stand and keep you company, if you don't mind." He said with a grimace.

"Of course." He leaned in for a kiss as he removed Tyler's collar. "Why don't you run this upstairs and maybe straighten up the toy chest, then come keep me company."

TK nodded, giving him a tight hug before he stood and headed up the stairs.

Carlos stood up and went to evaluate the ingredients, careful of Miss Grace's organization. TK was back leaning against the counter watching him work in no time, sharing bites of food and soft smiles.

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TK had been feeling a lot better recently, and that was down to Carlos being amazing, and both Judd and Gracie being so understanding about Tyler. The rough introduction, to Judd in the doghouse, and Gracie while sub-dropped and out of his mind, notwithstanding, the pair had their own kinky streak, and beyond that were two of the most understanding people he'd ever met.

If one were to follow stereotypes Judd would be some homophobic prick, and Gracie, a prude, but instead they both opened their homes and their minds and accepted TK and Carlos as guests and family, and strangely enough, they both seemed to accept Tyler. Which entirely blew TK's mind. It wasn't a sex thing, like at all. It was more closely tied to his first days as Tyler with Carlos. When his headspace was too dark or too crowded, he'd put on a tail and ears and most importantly Tyler's collar and just be a good boy.

Carlos had been working a lot while TK just wasn't. He, Nancy and Tommy were working on getting contracted to a private ambulance service, so that they could stay together until the fate of the 126 was decided. While they waited to hear, TK had begun to climb the walls.

It was probably the fifth time he'd had to forcibly stop his leg from tapping that Judd had put one big hand on his shoulder, and caught his attention. He'd honestly expected Judd to kick him out of the house for awhile or something similar. He was well aware of how annoying he could be when he was like this. Instead the man smiled at him.

"I think you got some excess energy today. How 'bout you go on up and get Tyler. Seems to me he could use a little exercise." He said calmly.

TK gave him a double take, not quite sure he'd heard the man right.

"Go on, pup's probably itching to get out and let off some steam." He said firmly.

TK scrambled off the couch and up the stairs, hoping he understood Judd correctly. He didn't bother changing clothes he was just in sweats and a tee shirt, but he quickly clipped on a tail and a pair of ears then grabbed Tyler's collar. In the days since his utter freak out he'd spent a little time every few days as Tyler, even if the time was just spent with his head on Carlos's lap being petted, while he read something on his phone, but he'd never left the room as Tyler other than when Grace had sent him downstairs.

He opened the door, and then went back downstairs before stopping at the bottom of the stairs and putting the collar on. Tyler slipped into control and then trotted into the living room where Judd was still waiting.

"Come'ere, pup." Judd called, patting his knee. Tyler trotted over, and Judd's big hand slid into his hair, giving him pets and scratches. Who knew hands that big could be so nimble and relaxing. Tyler, who'd been a little nervous, relaxed into it and settled in next to the couch, while making Judd's acquaintance.

"Who's a good boy? Hmm? I think Tyler is a good boy, and I have a surprise for you." He pulled a bright neon green tennis ball out of nowhere, and held it out for Tyler to examine. It was obviously brand new and Tyler grinned, eyes shining as he looked to Judd, who was smirking back at him. "You wanna play, boy? Come on out back. Gracie is not big on rough housing in the living room, and there'll be hell to pay if we managed to break one of her prize knicky-knacks."

Judd slid open the doors and stepped into the backyard. It wasn't quite as nice as Carlos's yard had been, but it was private and Tyler got to work mapping it out in his mind as he crawled from one side to the other. Judd let him explore a little bit before he let out a whistle and held up the tennis ball, immediately capturing Tyler's attention. He wiggled it a round a bit before giving it a nice hard toss at the fence where it bounced and Tyler rushed to chase it down, quickly retrieving it and taking it back to Judd with pride.

Tyler didn't know how long they spent playing fetch, but by the time Judd decided they were done, Tyler was panting and completely relaxed. Judd left him in the yard for a few minutes before he came back with a bowl of water and a pack of treats. Judd ate a few beef jerky nuggets while Tyler drank his fill, and then held one out in his palm for Tyler, who took it happily, hunkering down next to Judd to chew away at it. Judd gave him time to work through each one before he'd hold another one down for Tyler.

They enjoyed the afternoon and eventually Judd climbed to his feet. "Come on pup. Gracie'll be home soon and I gotta get to cooking.
Why don't you go on and find TK for me, boy? Send his ass on down to help me chop up the veggies. Go on now, pup." Judd ordered before leading Tyler back into the house, bending down to grab his water bowl along the way.

Tyler hurried up the stairs and once he removed the collar, TK put it away in their toy box, before pulling off the ears and tail and tucking them away too. He changed clothes, brushed his teeth real quick, and washed his hands good, before he hurried back downstairs to help with dinner. He was a little quiet, but Judd just passed him the veggies and filled the room with his slow drawl, easing TK's fear that things might get weird.

TK threw together a salad, as well as prepped a few veggies he knew Judd would be throwing on the grill with the chicken breasts he was setting to marinade. With an eye on the clock, Judd tucked the baggie into the fridge and passed TK the plastic wrap to cover the salad.

"Come on, we got time for a round or two before we need to put everything on to cook." He said before settling in on one end of the couch with a controller and holding the other one out for TK.

TK took the controller with a grin and settled in to get his ass kicked by Judd.

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The next time Tyler came out to play, it was also at Judd's request, but it was more than a little different.

"Hey, TK, I got that 24 starting in a bit, but Gracie, she's off for a couple days. Now, I know you'll be around, and it eases my worries to know she has a medic on hand, but I was thinking she might like some puppy time if Tyler felt like helping us keep an eye on her, that is." Judd said while he was checking his bag.

"I can, uh, ask him and see, but I think he'd like that." TK said with a small smile.

"You do that, and even if the pup don't wanna come out to play, like I said, I know she's in good hands. I know she can take care of herself, and she'd more than likely kick my ass for this, but I worry, ya know?"

TK grinned. "No, I get it, especially after the wreck and all."

Judd nodded and finally left for his shift. TK puttered around for a little while and then eventually he put on a fluffy tail and matching ears. He anticipated afternoon scratches and pets. Ha!

He buckled on the collar, eyes drawn to the tags, with a small smile before he dropped down and made his way to the living room where Grace was settled onto one end of the couch a crocheted blanket across her lap. He climbed up on the couch and was just getting settled when he felt the weight of eyes on him. He turned around to see Grace giving him an unimpressed look.

Deep inside TK was starting to scramble forward, when she spoke. "Tyler, boy, I know you know better than to think your furry behind is going to be sitting all over my good furniture. Go on now, get down."

Tyler whined just a little but quickly climbed down on the floor, where he sat pretending not to watch Grace, as she went back to her game. Slowly, he inched forward. He was stealthy and sneaky as he slowly moved closer and closer, until his head was on Gracie's knee. Then he waited,

and waited,

and waited. What the hell? Tyler knew he was a good boy. Where were his scratches and scritches and pats? He let out a little warble to remind Grace that he was here just waiting for his attention. She ignored him, her hands too busy on the contraption in her hand, eyes glued to the television screen. That wasn't going to do. He leaned up and put his head over the thing in her hand, only for her to push him away.

"Not right now, baby, this fool thinks he can sneak up on me, he has got another thing coming."

Tyler settled at her knee again, and waited a few, but he remained sadly unpetted. He huffed in frustration, and eventually tried again, to put his whole head over the thing in her hands, only to be pushed away again.

"Tyler, boy you best behave now. Oh no you don't, I got you!" She yelled at the television, Tyler once again forgotten.

Dejected, Tyler slouched down again. If Gracie didn't want to play, he'd have to make his own fun. He rubbed his head back and forth on her knee, and realized the blanket was fuzzy, soft and most importantly, easy to grab with his teeth. He gave it a few minutes, just in case there were incoming scratches, but when there were none to be had, he slowly moved until he had a good hold on the blanket, and then gave a quick jerk and ran with it, leaving Grace scrambling to keep ahold of her controller.

"What the heck? Bring that back here right now, Tyler." She said sternly, before quickly turning back to the TV. "Oh no you don't, I see what you're trying to pull." There was a little more yelling and some triumphant shouts and then Gracie was climbing to her feet and moving around the room.

Tyler ignored her, tucked away in a corner, he was rolling around with the blanket he'd stolen. So, he was more than a little shocked when a nice new tennis ball was waved in front of his face. Tyler dropped the blanket and started following the bouncing ball with his eyes.

Gracie wiggled it back and forth. "You wanna chase the ball, Tyler? You want it? Co on, go get it, boy." She said before whipping the ball out through the open door and into the backyard.

Tyler scrambled to his feet, tangled in the blanket. Once he was able to get himself free he darted out the door and began searching for the bit of neon green. He found it and grabbed it up before trotting back to Grace, only to find her on the inside of a closed glass door.

"If TK wants to come inside he knows how to work a door, but Tyler is in time out until he can behave, while I finish whooping these guy's butts. There's water and some food, and plenty of shade. Oh, and pup, you better hope you didn't chew any holes in my afghan, cause if there is, I will be telling Carlos."

Tyler's eyes got wide at that and he whined up at her with big sad eyes.

"Those big puppy dog eyes don't work on me, baby. Judd's are bigger and sadder and I am immune."

Tyler watched as she retrieved her blanket, inspecting it carefully before she folded it up and laid it over one arm of the couch. With a sigh, he walked over to inspect the two bowls she'd provided. He took a drink of the cold water, appreciating just how much Gracie did, while very pregnant, to make sure he was taken care of, even when he'd very clearly annoyed her. The other bowl was filled with pieces of fruit, cut into bite size pieces perfect for Tyler to nibble on.

The threats to tell Master about the soft chewy blanket had Tyler wanting to do a little digging, but he didn't want Master to come home and think Tyler was bad, plus Miss Gracie could be scary, and she had given him a snack. Instead, he settled in at the window and watched her. He might be able to wear her down by looking perfectly sad. Plus if Judd or Master got home they'd know right were Tyler was so they could come play. He stayed like that, waiting, until he dozed off, head on his paws.

He woke up to Miss Gracie calling his name. "Come on in Tyler. I'd get down there and give you some good scratches but then the both of us would be stuck. This old hip still isn't back in fighting trim and with the little one pressing against my bladder every other hour, that would just be a very messy, very bad idea, so come on pup, wake up and come inside for our cuddles instead.

Tyler let out a happy little arooo and trotted after her into the house. She had spread the afghan on the couch, and then patted it, looking at him expectantly. He watched her now a little wary.

"It's okay, Pup, you didn't put any holes in it, and if you're on the blanket you aren't technically on the furniture." Tyler climbed up onto the blanket and then put his head on her rounded stomach, and then melted as she gave him plenty of scratches and pets. He snuggled close, curling around himself and her. They stayed like that for what seemed like a long time until he heard a key in the lock, and jumped to attention.

He watched, wary and ready to guard the house, until he caught sight of Master. He got all wiggly, pressing into Miss Gracie's side and giving a happy little wiggle. "Go on, Pup, I know you wanna go greet your master."

Permission given, he darted across the room and practically bowled Carlos over. Once he realized Tyler was there, Carlos crouched down and gave him scratches and a warm grin.

"Hey there, Tyler. You been a good boy for Gracie? Huh?" He asked, smiling.

Tyler froze, waiting for Miss Gracie to tell Master about the blanket and being too needy, but she was quick to answer. "Of course he was a good boy. Little over eager, but once he worked off some energy he settled in and kept me company, just like my fool husband wanted." She said with a smirk.

"He just worries." Master said easily. "I'm going to go get changed and then I can throw us together something for dinner?" He asked, brows raised in question.

"Actually, unless your hungry right away, I think I'm gonna take a little nap, then, I'm kind of craving pizza, so we can both relax for a bit, and then later when I wake up I'll put in an order. Sound good?" She asked.

"Sounds great." Carlos said, eyes on Tyler.

She yawned and then headed towards her room. "You two have fun." She called back before slipping into her room and shutting the door.

Carlos smirked down at Tyler. "Come on, pup, I need to change." He said, leading Tyler to their room.

They got to their room and Carlos firmly closed the door. He reached down and gave Tyler a good scratch behind the ear before he stopped and moved to put his gear away. He opened the small safe and put his gun in, and then closed and locked it. His belt came off next, and then he settled on the bed, to take off his shoes and socks. He worked himself slowly out of his clothes, eyes straying more and more to Tyler as he went.

"Someone looks like they've been playing outside today. Was my Tyler outside getting all dirty?"

Tyler slipped forward and laid his head on Carlos's knee, panting. Carlos ran a hand through his hair and plucked out a loose blade of grass. Without removing his collar, Carlos plucked off his tail and ears, leaving Tyler looking at him in confusion, head tilted. Carlos quickly poked through their toy box and returned with a cheap collar, that left Tyler feeling confused as Carlos buckled it on next to his own.

Tyler was almost ready to start whining, when Carlos unclipped his tags and switched them to the cheap collar, then removed his perfectly fitted leather one from around his neck.

"There you go, we don't want to ruin your beautiful collar, do we?" He asked, hand rubbing across the cheap collar and around Tyler's neck. "I promise we'll switch everything back when we get you all dried off."

He took the rest of Tyler's clothes off of him, and then headed towards the bathroom. He plugged the tub and turned the water on, adjusting it to the right temperature, before poking around in their supplies. He pulled a few things out and then called Tyler to him.

He slipped slick fingers over Tyler's tight hole and then in, working him just a little loose, before slipping in a thick plug with a silicone tail, then attaching long floppy silicone ears. He checked the water again, and then stood up and picked Tyler up carefully and sat him in the bath, before turning the water off.

Tyler looked around at the water and then at Carlos just a little unsure. Carlos grabbed his supplies and then got down on his knees beside the tub. He had one hand in a sponge, that he got wet, before opening and squirting some body wash on the thing, and lathering it up. He started by washing Tyler's face and neck, careful of his eyes, and then started working his way lower. He paid quite a bit of attention to his chest, making sure his nipples were exceptionally clean, before shifting and pulling one paw up and cleaning it, and then switching to the other side.

That done he rinsed those same parts, before lathering the sponge again and rubbing down Tyler's back and sides. He pulled one rear leg up at a time and washed them. He nearly send Tyler splashing face down in the water when he was cleaning around the pads of his rear paws. Who knew dogs could be so ticklish? Once that are was done, it was rinsed too.

Finally, Carlos had Tyler lying down in the tub, his head leaning against one of Carlos's arms to stay above the water while Carlos carefully rubbed his tummy clean, and then slid the newly lathered sponge lower. Tyler was practically panting in his ear as he began 'cleaning' around Tyler's cock. His balls were cleaned thoroughly before Master returned to let his sponge covered hand get a good grip on Tyler and he ensured every bit of that particular area was clean, before pulling his hand away.

Master took off the sponge and then looked at Tyler with a smirk before he picked something up that Tyler didn't recognize. He tilted his head, trying to figure it out when Master pressed something and Tyler nearly slid under the water in shock. something was tingling under his tail. Master grabbed ahold of him and then climbed with him in the tub, still in his underthings.

He settled against the back of the tub and then pulled Tyler up to lay sideways against his chest. Master did something and the tingling was stronger. Master squeezed something on his hand, then wrapped it around Tyler's hard cock and stroked.

He whined high and tight as Master held him, one arm wrapped around him tightly, and the other worked his body. He realized even without Master's input the tingling was slowly getting stronger and stronger. He wanted to wag his tail or wiggle... something to get this energy that was building in his tummy out, as his body wound tighter and tighter. Then Master began talking softly.

"That's it Tyler, just lean on me and let me make my good boy feel good. Such a pretty sweet boy. You're doing so well baby, just laying there letting me give you a treat. I had such a long day at work and I didn't think I'd get to come home to such a good boy, being so brave and sweet, guarding the house and keeping Miss Grace company. Do you like Tyler? Do you like Master giving you a special rub down?

Tyler did, despite the strange tingling that was now a strong buzz Tyler loved Master's hands on him, so he let out a yodel of agreement that made Master giggle. Tyler licked at Master's neck, stretching up to reach it, then laving at a spot over and over.

Master reached up and gave his ears a teasing little tug and then his hand started moving faster and Tyler was... was...

"OoooooooOOOoooooo"

Master was slowing his hand as Tyler's body shook in his arms, the now stronger buzz still shaking him from the inside out. Master gave his tail a little tug and Tyler threw his head back, as it hit something inside and he felt like he was shaking apart, then the thing got stronger and Master's hand was back on him, slick and tight and he was moving his hips chasing that feeling again, knowing it was right... right... right there.

Master splashed water up to wash away whatever mess he had made, and finally that strange buzzing stopped and Tyler almost didn't know what to do in it's loss. Then Master's hands were rubbing and petting him and soothing his raw edges, making him feel so good and loved. He was draped across him, boneless and slippery. They stayed like that for a few minutes until Master finally gave him a playful smack on the rump.

"Okay, Pup. Up you get. You be a good boy for me and wait on the carpet, until I can take these wet clothes off and rinse myself down, then' we'll get you all dried off, okay?"

Tyler scrambled up and over the side of the tub, settling on the bathmat Master had pointed him towards. He watched eagerly as Master stood up and drained the tub, and then stripped his wet underwear and tank top off. Then he fixated on Master's arms as he flexed muscles to wring out each of the wet items. He was practically panting again, wanting nothing more than to lick Master, even stepping forward, just a little, only to be reprimanded.

"Tyler! Do not move from that rug." He ordered, tossing the two pieces of much dryer clothing on the sink before he began playing with the shower settings. Once he was satisfied, he turned the shower on and closed the glass doors, smirking at Tyler, who was whining low in his throat at being unable to touch now.

Master grabbed the same bottle he'd used earlier and very precisely squeezed some of it on his hand, and then eyes on Tyler through the wet glass, he wrapped his hands around himself and began stroking, slowly at first, teasing the both of them. Then he moved faster eyes going hooded and then head thrown back against the shower tiles as he picked up speed and his breathing quickened.

When Master closed his eyes, Tyler tried to slip closer, but almost as if he had some sixth sense, he opened his eyes right at Tyler, and Tyler slunk back to his assigned spot, eyes still on Master, almost afraid to even blink. Master smirked and stroked faster, not taking his own eyes off of Tyler, until he was shooting a load across the glass doors. He shot Tyler one last satisfied smirk before he ignored him entirely, completing his shower, while that treat rolled down the inside of the glass and was slowly washed away as Master washed his body and redirected the spray by simply moving around in the shower. Once he was done he very pointedly moved the shower head to rinse the mess on the glass down the drain and Tyler whimpered as he watched the treat disappear.

Master opened the glass doors and slipped out into the bathroom, grabbing a stack of towels. He wrapped one around his waist and another around his neck and then with a couple more in hand he snapped his fingers and patted his thigh. "Come on, Tyler, lets get you all dried off."

Tyler followed him into the bedroom, where Master sat on the side of the bed and then patted his thighs. "Up, Tyler."

Tyler settled between Master's knees, front paws up on his chest and then Master took one of the towels and started drying his head and upper body. He removed the big floppy ears and once he was satisfied that the front part of Tyler was dry he pushed him back down and stood up to dry Tyler's rear, giving his tail a sharp tug, and leaving Tyler feeling open.

Once Tyler was all dry, Master put his collar back on and switched the tags back to it, before removing the cheap collar. He gave the tags a little jangle and gave Tyler a really good ear scratch, before he removed the collar and gave TK a kiss.

TK fell into it, climbing up onto the bed, and then across Carlos's lap, before pulling away. "That was mean, three orgasms between us and you didn't let him have a single taste."

"Silicone based lube does not taste good, Baby." He said moving his hands to support TK's body.

"Still, you are a tease."

"And you love it."

"I love you."

"I know." Carlos said, before kissing him breathless. "And I love you, too."