Good Boy
By Tredain
	
	It's a Friday night and I wait at the door for him on my knees. It was another short shift at work so I'd been able to get most of the chores for the day done. So now I waited. He always got off about 4 30 so it was easy enough to tell when he was almost home. It was only a twenty minute drive, twenty five if he hit a few lights. It gave me time to finish cleaning and hop in for a quick rinse. Now I sit beside the door, in my collar, my jock, and my harness, my paws behind my back as I set on my knees and wait. 
	I perk up as his key clicks in the lock and the door swings up slowly. Master steps into the apartment with a weary expression on his muzzle and his laptop satchel slung over one shoulder. He glances about a moment, then settles his eyes on me. A smile perks his muzzle and he sets the laptop down beside the door before his paw reaches out and brushes over my head.
	"Hello Master," I greet eagerly as my tail swishes slowly back and forth across my feet. The weariness fades a little in his smile and he pets me a few more strokes before rubbing one ear between his thumb and forefinger. Just the touch of his fingers relaxes and excites me at the same time. Seeing him, smelling him, it's what I've been waiting for all day, what I wait for every day. 
	"Hello Slave," he says. I can tell it's been a long day from the tone of his voice. Fridays can be very hit or miss at his office. Still, the words perk me up. Just hearing his voice I get a little excited, something that the jock can't hide in the slightest. He dips a finger under my chin and scritches it gently, tilting my muzzle up to look at him. I smile back and thump my tail. Then his paw is gone, up to his necktie to undo it, already working at the buttons on his shirt with his free paw. His shirt peels off of his body, which I can't help but swoon over a little, and hits the floor as he's undoing his belt. His shoes slip off as he walks and his pants and underwear come off just before his naked body slips into the bathroom. I see the flash of a lupine tail just before the door shuts. 
	I snatch up his clothes and shoes just as I hear the shower rush on. The clothes go in the hamper, albeit after pausing to give them a soft sniff to enjoy his scent, before I set the shoes just inside the bedroom. I flip the light on and climb onto the bed, making sure there are a couple bottles of water and a bottle of lube ready on the night stand. I reach over and take a little sip from mine as I listen to him rinse off. He's never one to take long unless he's trying to relax or I'm joining him. 
	It still takes him a couple minutes, which just lets my excitement grow. I bounce very slightly on the edge of the bed and can't help but stroke one paw over my chest to trace over the leather X criss-crossing it. I've been in the jockstrap and collar since I got home, they're so comfortable now I don't even think that I'm wearing them and it’s easy enough to do the housework like this. I put the harness on just before he got home, he says he likes the way it hugs my chest. 
	My ears perk up as I hear the telltale sound of the water shutting off and the soft squeak of the handles. I roll over onto all fours with my back facing the doorway before I sink my chest down to the covers and put my paws behind my back. My ass stays up in the air so I flick my tail up and let it hang over my back. I wait. 
	I can hear him step out of the bathroom. I don't have to look to know he has the towel slung around his shoulders and is standing completely naked. I hear him pause at the doorway and I feel his eyes on me, looking at my presented ass, the black bulge of my jock below, my obedient submission to him. I hear soft footfalls on the carpet before I feel a paw stroking up the fur on my butt. One thumb traces the edge of my crack as the fingers run up the curve of one cheek. 
	Both paws grip my ass so I let out a happy little moan as they knead and squeeze. Both thumb claws trace down and brush the rim of my hole. I flex very lightly before I let out another quiet moan. One blunt claw traces round and round, circling my asshole before I jump as one of his fingers playfully flicks it. He chuckles as my tail flops up before falling back to hang over my back. Then one of his paws grabs my package and rolls it around. He knows I'm already nearly hard when his palm cradles the soft, black cotton of the jock and rolls me around. I have to whine happily. It feels so good when his fingers close over it and squeeze gently. 
	"Always so eager," he says. I blush. I am. It turns me on so much to serve. He squeezes me once before both paws slide over my hips and up my sides. "Up," he commands and I sit up on my knees as he presses closer. His muzzle presses into the crook of my neck and he nuzzles his way up to one of my ears while his paws stroke up and down my sides. He lets his claws run through my fur to leave little trails before one moves to stroke around my belly as the other comes across my chest. His own presses against my back and I can feel his naked cock tease against my valley. 
	I let out a soft, needy whimper. I can't see the smile on his muzzle but I know it's there as he runs his lips along one of my ears and lets out a long, low growl into it. The whimper turns to a little whine and my jock tents up completely. His fingers stroke through the fur of my chest and belly before the lower paw descends and he grabs my package again. He gives it a firm squeeze and I can't stop the little moan out of my muzzle.
	"Hmm, we gonna see the little guy tonight? He feels pretty eager." I tremble a little, hips wanting to pump into that firm grip. I know he's teasing me. It's one of his favorite games. If I say no, then he just agrees with me and I keep the jockstrap on all night. If I say yes, sometimes he likes to tell me that a slave doesn't get to decide and gives me a light punishment, usually staying in the jock, or keep me in it but hitting me with a vibrator against it until I cum. I decide to play it safe.
	"It's not for me to decide, Master," I say obediently. He gives my tip a little rub with his palm.
	"Good boy." He takes his paw away and circles my naval with a digit. His free paw continues to stroke little circles over my chest until he finds a nipple and gives it a little pinch between his thumb and forefinger. I gasp a little and perk up in his grip. Another low growl that just melts my spine and he grinds up against my ass as he tugs at the pert nub. My body never knows which way to go so I just squirm, caught between wanting to press into his paw and likewise into his groin. 
	He stops pinching and gives it a rub with his fingers. I give a little sigh at how nice it feels, being stiff above and below and teased so well. His other paw comes up and grabs my other nipple so I let out a little whine and arch my back. He sets his cheek to mine while he grinds against my backside, pulling very carefully at both nipples and rolling them between his fingers. 
	I have to close my eyes as another long, low whine hums out of my throat. My face feels flush and I press my chest out into the attention, even when he pinches down and pulls on both nubs. 
	"Might have to put rings through these," he says, a common refrain when he plays with my nips. Not that I'm opposed, though I have been a little hesitant about it. He gives them another sharp pull before letting go and it makes me gasp, both nubs burning just slightly. He gives a chuckle then both paws slip down to pat my ass before he steps away and into the closet, the towel making a wet smack as he tosses it into the hamper on the way. I hold still. Perhaps half a minute passes before I hear the snap of his finger and the command "Down."
	I go forward into the bed, putting my paws behind my back and putting my ass into the air again. It's one of his favorite commands and I don't have any hesitation anymore, when I hear it I simply drop. I hear him cross the carpet again and a thumb claw traces up the open valley of my furry ass. 
	The cold, lubed tip of his finger opens me up and I can't help but let out a high moan. It pushes in smoothly, not a thing I could do to resist, all the way into the knuckle and strokes back and forth slowly. My toes curl and I press back against it. It just feels so nice. It's not long before the second one presses in and opens me a little wider. A soft hiss passes my lips as he works it into me, pausing only to add more lube. I moan again and rock back against his paw as both fingers hilt inside me again and again. I turn my head and let out a low moan every time he presses all the way in. Another pause for a little more lube, the cool slickness sending a shiver up my spine, and he starts to wedge his ring finger inside me. 
	That subtle burning sensation as my rings stretches more makes my toes curl but it passes with only a few strokes of his fingers. I curl my own digits into the sheets as he strokes in and out, then reaches his free hand down to squeeze at my bulge. My hips tremble and I give a few perfunctory thrusts into his grip even as he keeps pushing into my hole with all three fingers. 
	He pulls out without warning, not that he needs to give me any, but quickly replaces his fingers with a slicked up plug, a little smaller than the full width of his three fingers. It slips in quick and easily before my rings pops around the widest part of the base and it sinks in all the way. 
	"For later," he assures me with a little chuckle, tapping the plug and making me groan as it shifts inside me. His claws stroke over my cheeks again, then draw their way up my back which just sends a shiver along my spine. I feel his hips press to the back of mine and his bulge presses between my cheeks to grind against the base of the plug. He taps me a few times, a gentle humping motion, to knock on the plug. I whine. 
	He shifts away from me before his weight sinks onto the bed and he climbs up beside me. He gives me a coy smile as he rolls onto his back and puts his arms up behind his head. He gives a little flex of his pecs which just makes me whimper a little more, watching as the X-harness he slipped on goes taut across his chest. He flexes something else and my eyes go down toward his lap. He's squeezed into one of his leather thongs; it hugs his crotch so nicely and has a zipper running down the middle. The black pouch throbs at me a few times. I don't need a prompt, I bow my head down and kiss the big bulge right on the zipper; it throbs as I do, I can even feel the heat radiating off of it. 
	He smiles down at me, relaxing against the bed with a low, rumbling growl. I whimper back obediently as I stroke my muzzle back and forth across the smooth black leather. I let my snout dig down one side, his bare thigh rising up along my whiskers as I sniff his clean scent, my tongue snaking out to draw up the edge of the thong. I turn my head and manage to poke my nose into the side of it, letting my tongue brush up one side of his sac before I hear a disapproving growl. I pull free, chuckling a little, my tail swatting at the bed as I plant another firm kiss on top of the bulge. 
	Master gives out an approving rumble so I risk a glance up. He smiles down at me, and then flexes his groin again to make the big black bulge tap against my nose. I have to kiss it again, moving down until I'm stroking my muzzle under his balls and almost pressing my face completely between his legs. He spreads them apart slowly to let me straddle one leg. I almost climb entirely between them when he raises one up, rubbing his shin over my bulge. I whine. It aches so good and he keeps stroking back and forth, bending at the knee just slightly. 
	I can't just sit and let him rub me though. I get punished for that, if I wait too long at least. He calls it letting myself get distracted with my only pleasure. My paws flatten against his hips and l lean myself over him again, burying my muzzle against his abs. The fur is silky soft but the muscles beneath are warm and firm to the touch. I kiss his navel again before rubbing my snout around contently, stroking him in as many places as I can touch. 
	"Let him out," Master growls down to me. I give his stomach one more kiss then I'm catching the zipper in my teeth, pressing my fingers to the waistband to keep it still as I draw the zipper down slowly. I barely get it to the bottom when he springs out more than half hard and growing. It stands up from the open fly and throbs in the air, big, pink, hard, and mouthwatering. But I take it slow. I can be too eager he says, so I take my time to just press my muzzle against it, rubbing back and forth until I kiss the tip. It's hot to the touch and as I kiss it again, just under the head, a pearl of precum wells up out of the slit. 
	I smile up at Master then I press my tongue against the offering, swabbing my tongue back and forth to smear the slick stickiness over his tool. I grip around the base of his cock with one paw and start to lick and kiss over the length; I can't help but think how much I enjoy it. It's warm and solid and I love to hear him rumble and grunt every time I hit one of the sensitive spots. I kiss the tip again and hold my lips to it before I push down. There's a paw to the back of my head when the tip slips inside and I let it guide me down his shaft. 
	I lose track of time when I suck on him. All I can focus on is sliding my mouth up and down that wonderful firmness, the taste of his flesh and the warmth and pulse of his heartbeat as I drive myself from base to tip again and again. I like to push all the way down and let it peek into my throat, holding it there and listening to him groan before pulling up and rocking my tongue against the head.  
	His body shudders gently, then both paws cup my cheeks and pull my muzzle off of him. His cock pops free, glistening with my saliva, and throbs inches from my face.
	"You earn what's in there," he says teasingly before grabbing the shaft and pistol whipping me gently over the nose and whiskers. I moan out a low 'yes Master' and lean in closer, letting him thwap it over me a few more times. He allows me to give it another kiss, just the tip, then he slides himself out of the thong, leaving his crotch open to the air. One paw wriggles his cock back and forth as he works his sac into the other. My mouth meets the big, warm orbs and I nuzzle into the pillow scrotum. His fur is so soft and he smells so good. I whimper when his leg lifts up against and strokes me through my jock. 
	"C'mon," he says, sitting up slowly. He slips off of the bed, though not before giving my ass a firm swat, and stands up, his cock bobbing in the air. He smiles down at me. "We need dinner. Then maybe you can get dessert," he grips the base and wobbles it again. 
	I start to climb off the bed when he snaps his fingers and points one up. 
	"Ah, one thing." He walks to the night stand, giving me a wonderful view of his tight butt, and pulls something dark out. He presents me the hood, one of his favorites, before slipping it over my muzzle. It's actually quite open for a hood, the front end which would normally cover my muzzle actually ending about my cheeks, letting my snout poke out, and the ears were designed for appearance than function, letting me hear. It was fitted just for me and he likes me to wear it on occasion. A single finger scritches under my chin, making me let out a low murr. 
	"There, now you look presentable for dinner." He grins and walks out to the kitchen, leaving me to follow, the tent in my jock pointing the way as my eyes follow his ass. I don't have to worry if it's going to be a good night or a good weekend, I just know it. 

The End (For now)