Puppybreaker - Part One

Hey kiddos! This month's update is something a bit different from the kinds of stories I normally share with you. I've been working on a story commission for DrXeno, and the commissioner is generously allowing me to share their story with you guys. 

In the world of this story, humans are considered to be highly desirable exotic pets by their furry owners, and our protagonist is a new adoptive pet parent who has decided to enroll his unruly pet human in obedience training. This is the first half of the story (the commissioner requested 5k words in total). The story leans into BDSM elements, though diaper training is obviously going to be in it as well (because it's ME writing it, after all!)

Because this is a story commission, I'm opening this up for every tier of patron to enjoy. The setting is super unique and offers a really fun dynamic for me to write. I hope you enjoy what I've created so far! There's every possibility that this will become the seed of an ongoing collaboration with this commissioner, so I can't wait to introduce you to big, sexy Drek and his human puppy, Nuba!

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Drek eagerly grinned down at his new pet. “Today’s your first day of obedience training! Are you excited, little guy? Maybe the trainer can help us live together a little more easily, hmm?”

After several weeks of impatient waiting and frantically watching his inbox, Drek had finally received the email he’d been so eagerly anticipating. His new pet was ready to pick up from the shelter! The small critter, which Drek had decided to call Nuba, had been vaccinated, checked for parasites and other health abnormalities, and had been bathed and collared. All that was left was for Drek to go get Nuba and help him settle into his new forever home, and then to schedule an evaluation with the exotic pet licensing board within 90 days of adoption to demonstrate that Nuba was well-trained, obedient, and no danger to himself or others, so that he could be formally given his tags.

However, as a first-time parent to an exotic pet, Drek hadn’t really known what he was getting himself into, and those early days together had been frustrating (and expensive). Nuba had proven to be willful and disobedient, constantly trying to escape. He was destructive too, frequently creating big messes for Drek to clean up. At one point, he’d completely shredded one of the cushions of Drek’s nice leather couch. He sometimes snubbed his kibble no matter how fancy the brand Drek bought for him, he had peed on the carpet several times, and he seemingly went out of his way to annoy Drek at every opportunity. The creature was aggressive, surly and incredibly stubborn. Nuba clearly still had a serious wild streak, and Drek had neither the time nor patience to train his new pet himself. As a result, Drek had decided to enroll Nuba in obedience training with a local expert as soon as possible.

Drek carefully backed his vehicle into an empty parking space. “Greenlawn Pet Obedience School - Expert Pet Training - Exotic Pets Welcome!”, the giant sign on the side of the building gleefully proclaimed, its bold white letters standing out against an emerald green background.

“Here we are, buddy,” Drek said as he parked the car. The brown-furred werewolf glanced down at his pet again. “You ready to go inside and meet the nice trainer?”

Nuba rolled his eyes and sighed deeply, but said nothing.

Drek stepped out of his car and closed the door behind himself. He walked around the vehicle and cracked open the passenger side door. “Staaaaay,” he told Nuba as he reached inside the vehicle for the end of Nuba’s leash.

Nuba was on him instantly, biting down on Drek’s arm hard enough to cause the huge werewolf to yelp. “No! Bad Nuba!” Drek said. He glanced down at his wrist and parted his fur a bit with his other hand, to get a better idea of how bad he’d been bitten. Thankfully, Nuba’s teeth weren’t sharp enough to break the werewolf’s thick hide, but they were sharp enough to make for a painful pinching sensation. “No sir!” Drek said, scolding the smaller creature. Humans, while very fashionable as pets, were well-known for their stubborn temperament and destructive nature. Though small and furless, they could be quite dangerous if left to their own devices, which was why they were classified as exotic pets.  “This is exactly the kind of behavior we’re here to train out of you,” Drek added sharply. “Or do you want the spray bottle again?”

Nuba whimpered at the threat, settling down enough for Drek to get him out of the vehicle. Drek held the end of Nuba’s leash tightly in his giant paw, lest the small, furless critter try to escape for the hundredth time.

The pair made their way inside the large brick building, Drek keeping a tight hold of Nuba’s leash as they walked. “Welcome to Greenlawn,” said the border collie seated at the reception desk. “Do you have an appointment?”

“We do,” Drek said warmly. “Drek and Nuba, we have a two o’clock appointment for our first training session. Isn’t that right, li’l guy?” Drek smiled down at Nuba, who wore a thoroughly miserable expression across his face.

“Oh, here it is,” the canine receptionist said. “Two o’clock with

Corvan. I’ll just let him know you’re here,” he said, standing. “Please feel free to take a seat,” he said, gesturing to the cluster of empty chairs lining the nearby wall.

Drek sat in one of the tan plastic chairs, and Nuba sat on the floor next to him, looking sullen. In a moment, the receptionist returned to his station with a handsome, muscular lion in tow. “This is

Corvan,” the receptionist said politely. “He’ll take you back to one of the training rooms,” he added.

“Good to meet you,” the lion said warmly as he extended a large paw to Drek. “And I take it this is our little troublemaker, Nuba?” The lion ruffled the much smaller human’s hair playfully. Nuba sighed dramatically, mostly for effect. The lion chuckled. “Follow me,” he said as he turned. He led Drek and Nuba down a long hallway lined with doors on both sides. He entered the second to last door on the left, and Drek and Nuba entered behind him.

The training room was large, with a series of cabinets lining one of its walls. Toward the back of the room, a small, human-sized exam table with thick metal shackles attached to its four corners had been set up. Against the other long wall, a small “mock living room” had been set up with a coffee table, two oversized chairs, and a small leather couch. A vase of artificial flowers sat centered on the coffee table. Corvan gestured to the small seating area. “Please take a seat,” he said as he plopped down in one of the cushy chairs. “So, what brings you to us today?”

“Well,” Drek said as he sat down, “Nuba here has been particularly destructive lately, and we’re hoping to curtail that behavior.” The werewolf sighed deeply. “Also, he’s really bad about nipping at me, especially whenever I try to put him on his leash. He pees on the carpet too, and he has a terrible habit of touching himself inappropriately when I have company over. It’s all getting to be a bit much. Since we have Nuba’s ninety-day evaluation coming up, I’m just concerned about his overall disobedience and whether the licensing board will take issue with it. I’m nearly ready to pull my hair out,” Drek admitted ruefully.

“That’s okay!” Corvan replied brightly. “Here at Greenlawn, we specialize in training unruly pets.” The lion turned his attention to Nuba. “By the time you leave today, we’ll have you behaving exactly the way your owner needs you to, won’t we?”

Nuba squinted at the lion and bared his teeth in annoyance. Drek sighed deeply again. “This is what I mean,” he said. “He’s very willful and stubborn.”

“Most humans are, at first,” Corvan replied. “The key is to be clear and unambiguous in your expectations. He needs to be rewarded when he’s a good boy, and punished when he’s acting out. Once you make it clear that misbehavior only leads to unpleasant results, humans can generally make for very well-behaved pets. Well, we’ve got two hours to get you in shape, little guy,” the lion chuckled at Nuba. “Generally, I like to start with a full examination to see what we’re working with. Let’s get Nuba up on the exam table, shall we?”

Drek stood and gently tugged on Nuba’s leash, leading the small naked creature toward the table. Nuba, recognizing that he was powerless to resist the two much larger and stronger creatures, sullenly climbed up onto the exam table. Corvan quickly and expertly applied the restraints to Nuba’s wrists and ankles. Once Nuba was securely bound to the exam table, the lion began running his large, furry paws down Nuba’s body, checking his muscle tone and occasionally making notes on a small notepad.

“Well, he appears to be healthy and in good physical shape,” Corvan said approvingly. “What do you feed him?”

“I’ve been buying bags of Dr. Morgan’s Hominid Kibble, the protein-plus variety,” Nuba answered. “He seems to like it well enough most days, but sometimes he’s fussy and I end up having to pour some gravy over it, but generally he’s pretty good about eating.”

Corvan nodded as he continued examining Nuba. His large, soft paws must’ve felt good exploring the hairless creature’s body, because Nuba’s penis quickly began to grow hard. “Hmm,” Corvan mused. “Definitely going to want to do something about that,” he said, nodding to Nuba’s erection. “Have you considered having him fixed?”

Nuba whimpered and tried his best to look pitiful. Drek chuckled. “I’ve thought about it,” he admitted. “But I was kind of hoping we could avoid that if possible.” The werewolf flashed Corvan a bashful, toothy grin.

“Ahhhh, I see,” Corvan said, laughing. It wasn’t unusual for humans’ owners to use their pets as sexual playthings, though such matters weren’t generally discussed out loud as it was broadly considered socially uncouth to admit to using one’s human for such base purposes. “Well, there are… less permanent alternatives. If you want, I can bring our house vet in and he can write you a prescription for medication to prevent unwanted erections. Or there’s always the simple chastity cage if you, ah, want more control over when Nuba can and cannot get erect. We’ve got a number of different models in stock right now, or if you don’t see anything you like I’m happy to do a special order for you.”

“Are they painful for the wearer?” Drek asked, curious.

“Not at all,” Corvan said. “Well, there are a few models that have spiked inserts to really discourage naughty behavior, but most models are designed for long-term comfort. In fact, I’ve got one in mind that I think would work especially well for Nuba here,” Corvan added. The lion turned toward one of the cabinets on the wall behind him and rummaged until he found the device he was looking for. It was made of shiny chromed steel. The lion passed the device to Drek so that he could examine it.

“This model is a nice entry-level unit with some great built-in features, though it does lack the GPS function of some of the pricier models. It attaches with electromagnets, so no need to keep track of easy-to-lose keys, and it has built in reward and punishment functions. If Nuba is being a good boy, you can reward him with some pleasant vibrations. If he’s being naughty, you can deliver an attention-grabbing electrical shock.”

“Oh, that does sound handy,” Drek said. “I think we’ll definitely take one. Can you show me how to put it on him?”

The lion chuckled. “That’s easy. Simply attach the ring around his genitals, then gently slide the cage over his cock. Allow me to demonstrate.” Corvan grabbed Nuba’s scrotum and squeezed it firmly enough to cause the human to yelp. His erection quickly subsided. In a series of seemingly effortless motions, the lion quickly locked Nuba’s flaccid penis securely inside the unyielding metal cage.

“Now, all you need to do is install the app and register Nuba’s cage, and you’ll have an easy, on-demand way to reward or punish him for his behavior.” The lion smiled amicably.

“Even better, no more naughty paws when we have company over, right Nuba?” Drek said.

Nuba whimpered, staring down at the metal device securing his bits with chagrin.

“So that addresses one problem,” Corvan said with a smile. “But you had mentioned piddling on the carpet. Have you considered housetraining him?”

“Maybe eventually,” Drek replied. “But the licensing board is my biggest concern right now, since if he doesn’t pass his obedience exam I won’t be able to keep him at all,” the werewolf said, concern flashing in his eyes.

“In that case,” Corvan nodded, “I suggest you consider diapers as an immediate solution. Then, if you change your mind at some point in the future, we can always book him in for one of our housebreaking classes at a later time. Have you ever diapered a human before?” Drek shook his head. Corvan smiled. “That’s another easy one, though it’s best to restrain him first so he can’t wiggle around too much.”

The lion returned to the cabinets behind him and retrieved a package of disposable human diapers. He removed a shiny black diaper from the package and unfolded it, sliding the plastic-backed garment under Nuba’s bottom and lining it up carefully. He brought the front panel up between the human’s legs and fastened the side panels’ tapes. The chastity cage created an impressive, obvious bulge at the front of Nuba’s diaper.

“Awww, he looks so cute like that,” cooed Drek. Nuba’s cheeks immediately began to turn red. “Hard to believe the little shit is capable of biting and scratching, haha.”

“You’ve got a few options with regards to that,” Corvan said. “At least for now, I’d advise you to keep him in safety restraints as much as possible, though as his behavior begins to improve we can wean him off the restraints. For scratching, we sell canvas mittens in your choice of colors. As for the biting, you should consider a muzzle or gag. I’m not personally that fond of muzzles, though, since humans can often wriggle out of them. A gag, while not as comfortable as a muzzle, offers more security. Plus, a gag offers a good deal of noise control. Is Nuba very vocal?”

“Not generally,” Drek admitted. “Though he’s a cranky boy and grumbles a lot if he doesn’t get enough sleep.”

“Don’t we all?” Corvan said, smiling down at the restrained human. “Can’t say I blame him there. Well, in that case, let’s try a muzzle and just see how he does with that first, though I would recommend picking up a gag as well, just in case.” Once again, Corvan fished around in the cabinets for a moment. “Here we are, black to match his little diaper,” the lion said. The large feline quickly slipped the black canvas mittens over Nuba’s hands, binding them securely. Corvan brought the rear strap of a heavy black leather muzzle over Nuba’s head, then buckled it securely. “There we are,” he said, chuckling as Nuba vainly attempted to nip at his paws. The muzzle did its job, however, and Nuba’s aggression was immediately thwarted.

“Now that he’s nice and secured, we can detach the table restraints without concern,” the lion said. “And now we can work on teaching him some basic obedience.” The lion unbuckled the wrist and ankle restraints as he spoke.

Nuba pressed a mittened hand to the front of his diaper, causing the garment to crinkle audibly, but the chastity cage thwarted his effort and he was unable to feel anything from his caged member. He whimpered in frustration, much to Drek’s mirth.

“See? He’s already starting to understand who’s in charge,” the lion said happily. “So tell me, what are your goals for little Nuba here? Are you just looking to cohabitate more easily? Are you planning on entering him in any pet shows? Or, ahh… at the risk of being indelicate, are you wanting to train him for more… ahh, personal needs?”

Drek blushed deeply, and not for the first time he was grateful for the thick fur that covered his face. “Um… mostly we're here to make sure he passes his licensing exam, but, uhhh... otherwise... yeah, that. The personal needs thing,” he admitted bashfully.

The lion smiled knowingly. “Don’t worry, my friend, I’ve got a pet human at home. They’re surprisingly easy to train to be fun little... intimate companions, let's say."

(TO BE CONTINUED)