By Cutieboy90
(to start reading at Part 1, click here)
The collection room, as Rich had called it, was a simple room. Bare walls, almost clinical in feel, with two bars hanging from post in the ceiling. Brett had been stripped out of his clothes, and was now standing idly with a raging boner while Rich went to get the suit that Brett would spend the next couple days in. Rich wasn’t gone long. He returned with his arms full of leather.
“Here we are!” He chortled. “The one pony suit we have is just about your size! All black too. You can be our Black Beauty!”
Brett managed a polite smile, too transfixed by the lush smell of leather and the softness of the suit as it was held up to him. First, his feet went in. The legs were separate, and they were zipped from the knee up. He watched as the velcro flaps were pressed over the zipper seam, making them almost invisible against the sea of black leather. Next the body portion was pulled up. The front was solid, like a straitjacket. And like with a straitjacket, Brett’s arms were pushed into sleeves. Only these sleeves ended at the wrist, leaving his hands free for now. Before the back was zipped up, though Rich knelt in front of him, eyeing his still-throbbing cock.
“Yup, you’re definitely a stallion,” Rich commented as he handled Brett’s cock and churning balls. “Got some heft. They’re going to love you!”
“Fetch! Good boy!” Brett watched as Mascot chased after the leather-coated stick he’d thrown across the gym. The German Shepherd styled leather pup’s powerful and graceful movements were hypnotically natural and easy-looking. It still took Brett’s breath away. Like it had every day for the past several weeks. Brett had been true to his word. Every day after work, he stopped by the leather store and warehouse near the waterfront to visit Mascot. He’d walk in, greet the staff, then scan the security card he’d been given to access the pup training facility.
Brett Wilson awoke with a groan. His shoulders were on fire. He slowly sat up on the couch, blinking his eyes awake. The lights were dim as he tugged his shirt open. He’d fallen asleep! He didn’t even remember coming home that day, it was all such a blur.
It was another rainy winter afternoon. I sat on my futon relaxing for once, and enjoying the silence. Shawn had taken Gabe out for a walk, something they’d come to appreciate only recently. They got along nicely, even if it had taken a little while for Gabe to get used to it. I smiled as I looked over the progress reports I kept on my tablet.