Hold it together

You do admit it would be nice to get head right now... but fearing of getting in trouble on your first day, you barely manage to push the large pup to the side and quickly escape the cage. Now you have developed what you tell yourself is a healthy fear of the job, and won’t be caught off guard like that again. The next three pups are handled smoothly, as they easily listen to instructions, but then you come across the last border pup. This one seems less playful than the others, and locks eyes with you. You look at the chart hanging by his door, and it says “Rocket. Trained as an alpha and a breeder, use to break in new strays.”

Well, fuck. You can see why he is the breeder. If he was standing, he would likely be around a muscular 6’2”, and has maybe a hundred pounds on you. On all fours, he is wearing a slightly intimidating Doberman style hood with a mouth big enough to bite what he wants. He is also wearing the same body gear as Spike, though many of his are a larger size. Finally you see his hanging cock, likely 10 inches and upon seeing you fully erect.