Breeding the hypochondriac pup

[Bontmal]

This story is largely based in reality. There are poz themes but this is not a poz story.

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It all started with a strange message - “what is your opinion on furries?”

 

This guy has ghosted me after college for five years, despite being pretty good friends during college. Austin, 29, one of those hot jocks who hangs out with the average-looking gaymer crowd for the attention. Now here he was, five years after graduating, reaching back out with *that*.

 

“I know a few, I don’t really have an opinion I suppose,” I replied, after a few hours.

 

I had no idea at the time what this conversation would turn into. I definitely couldn’t have expected that 24 hours later I’d be his “handler” and he’d be calling me Master and Daddy. I’ll admit, I forgave him for dropping out of my life as soon as he started begging for me to dominate him; the situation didn’t feel entirely real, and part of me wondered if this was a cruel trick.

 

The situation fully realized itself once we went to the pet store together and my phone number was on the back of a collar he wore 24/7. Every day started with a “Good morning Master” and full body pictures for me to track his body progress. Similarly, every night ended with a “Good night Daddy”. By the second week I fully accepted that I owned this hot blonde jock, and I began my psychological assault. I was going to break this boy.

[evilqueerpig]

Intriguing