Chapter 2

It had been 2 weeks since Seth's encounter with the puppies in Portland and he was still thinking of what he saw and the feelings he had. Every free moment he was doing research on the pup lifestyle and pup gear. He was pleasantly surprised to discover that the gear was very easy to acquire and that he actually had some of the basic pieces in his wrestling gear. All he really needed was a pup hood and a tail. His ass tightened as recalled the jock strap pups with their tails wiggling. He closed his eyes and imagined what his pupsona looked like, after just learning what that term meant. Seth smiled as he imagined himself on all fours, crawling around on mats, playing with squeaky stuffed toys and barking with other pups. His pupsona was very close to the jock straps pups. A black jock strap around his hips, holding himself in. His ass completely free and exposed. A black leather harness strapped tightly over his chest with a thick black leather collar, wrapped around his throat. Seth reached up and ran his fingers over his throat, gently wrapping around as to simulate the tightness of the collar. His breathing grew deeper and sped as he dreamed. His free hand traveled to his face, stroking his cheek, where someday, leather would sit on his skin. He has always loved the smell of leather, so it was very easy for the smell to float through his mind. A heat started building throughout Seth's body. He was enjoying this feeling. Could this be something where he could finally feel free? A chance to let his animalistic side run wild? He hand on his throat slipped down his chest slowly. As it reached his stomach, he felt himself growing aroused, his cock gently stiffening at his thoughts. He ran his hand over the hardening bulge in his jeans. At this moment he was thankful for the empty hotel room. He continued to let his mind run away with him.

He began to think about what kind of pup he was. He felt he could be an alpha but honestly wouldn't mind being submissive to an established alpha pup. His body tensed a bit more at the thought. The thought of a wrestling over a rope toy with a dominate alpha was fueling his hardon. The alpha pup over powering him and pinning him to the ground. Without realizing it, Seth let out a small whimper as his engorged cock achingly rubbed against his jeans. He loved how that sounded. He released another whimper, as if that pup was showing his dominance over him and growling in his face. Seth had , had enough. He feverishly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, freeing himself. He hadn't felt this aroused and hot for sometime. He swrilled his finger around his pre cum soaked head, quietly moaning. His other hand lifted his t-shirt and stroked his dark haired chest. His fingers wrapped around his girth and stroked deeply and slowly, his mind racing of the alpha pup rolling him on to his stomach. Seth began to pant, his body tightening as his stroked the length of his dripping cock faster, whimpering louder. The vision of the alpha pup inspecting his ass grew more clear and vivid. The pups wet tongue caressing his ass cheek, slowly moving closer to the center of his ass. Seth's whimpering grew even louder has he worked his throbbing length harder. His pup self presented his rear to the alpha, moving closer to the edge of his peak. The alpha's tongue reached Seth's tight hole and teased him excitingly, before he knew it, Seth let out a great howl as he released his pent up load, covering his rippling, tanned stomach. He laid there whimpering, milking his spent cock for more. His eyes opened as his arms went limp to his sides, panting and exhausted. He had found his new self, the freedom he has secretly searched for. He must develop his pupsona. This was the birth of Pup Blaque.