Yes, Of Course

Master Ed tugged on my leash as Clarence invited us inside. He sniffed at the shirt in his hands before putting it on. From my place on the floor, I had a great view of the dark red hairy bushes under his pits as he raised his arms to pull the wrinkled shirt over his head and around his hairy gut. His smell permeated throughout the small house. Master unhinged the leash from my collar and I crawled around to explore the messy room. There was dirty laundry and fast food wrappers scattered everywhere. The only furniture was a couch, a loveseat and a beanbag chair being used as a footrest. There was no coffee table, just a small cart under the TV with a PlayStation. The Simpsons was playing quietly on the screen. Empty beer cans, bottles and plastic cups were scattered throughout the room on any available surface.

I sniffed around the trash on the floor while Clarence tried to make a clean seat for my Master. To my delight, I found a bowl of soggy old cereal on the floor in front of the couch. I dove into the bowl muzzle first and quickly slurped up what was left of the sugary milk.

It didn’t occur to me that I was doing anything wrong until I felt the end of Master’s crop smack my bare ass. I yipped reflexively and looked up at Him with puppy dog eyes. When did He even get that out? Had He been carrying it behind Him this whole time?

“Spot! Behave.”

Master barely stopped to glance down at me before continuing His conversation with His friend.

“Sorry, Clarence, I’m still training him. Actually, that’s why I brought him with me today. I was hoping you could help.”

“Oh, really?” asked Clarence with a smile.

I looked up to see them standing by the door watching my tail wag as I crawled around on the floor. They both laughed at me as I turned around. It was understandable. To them, I probably looked ridiculous with my tongue hanging out of my open smile and my pale, hairless ass happily waving in the air.

Master asked Clarence if he would set a bowl of water down on the kitchen floor for me. “I’m afraid he might try to drink outta the toilet, otherwise.”

I resumed sniffing around the floor and found a fast food wrapper that still had some coagulated cheese and ketchup left on it. I quickly licked it clean before anyone noticed or tried to stop me. Next to it was a dirty sock that I couldn’t help but linger over. What had started as a white gym sock had become gray after months of wear and washing while the toes and heel had gained a yellowish tinge. It smelled like a high school locker room and I found even more irresistible than the other scraps of food on the floor.

Clarence watched me revel in his dirty laundry in mock repulsion. “My God, when did this guy become such a filthy little pig?”

I whimpered and turned around to look at them with my head hung shamefully. Master cocked His head and gave me an uncharacteristically sympathetic look.

“Aww! He’s not a pig. He’s a dog… a dumb, dirty dog, sure. But, he’s also a good boy. Isn’t he?”

Master patted His leg as He praised me and I ran to His side as fast as I could on all fours. He playfully grabbed my muzzle by both ears and pulled my face close into His crotch. His alpha scent wafted under my hood and, to my ecstatic delight, I could tell he'd skipped washing that day. His big hands moved around the back of my head and gently scratched my shaved scalp underneath the neoprene dog mask. I buried my face further into Master’s crotch as His hands moved down my spine. When He reached my tail He gave it a gentle whack. I was already in heaven before He started scratching up and down both sides of my torso. Every inch of my exposed skin broke out in goosebumps and my sphincter fluttered frantically around the giant plug pressing against my prostate. I reflexively rolled over onto my back to expose my soft pale belly and my cleanly shaven, fully erect, five inch prick. I hoped I could continue to get more rubs on both. I yipped playfully with both paws held up near my puffy pink nipples. Master laughed at me but was still kind enough to grind His boot into my pathetic boner before resuming the conversation above me.