Training with Wolfie
By Karen Singer
Chapter 18 – Part 2 of 2
Jose watched as Rosa slipped the choker chains around Wolf’s neck and also one around Bobo’s neck. He could see that Wolf was already looking forward to the attention. Bobo…not at all. “Okay, Rosa,” he said. “Walk Wolf around the yard a bit please.”
Rosa grabbed Wolf’s leash and led him down from the porch. She did her best to keep Wolf’s head next to her body as she walked. It took a minute, but Wolf finally settled down and stopped pulling, and for once, he behaved wonderfully as she walked him all the way to the back of the yard, around one of the trees, and back toward the porch again.
“Very nice,” Jose praised her. “Now do it again and go a little bit faster. Vary your pace so he starts getting used to staying with you no matter how fast you go.”
Faster? Rosa wasn’t interested in going faster. She wasn’t as young as Jose or Isabelle, but she turned Wolf around and tried to move a bit faster. Halfway across the yard, she tried to go faster still, making Wolf keep up with her. Then she slowed down. By the time she got back to the porch, she was out of breath. “I need to sit for a minute,” she said as she went straight up to the porch and sat on the swing.
As she sat there, she watched as Jose now took Bobo’s leash and led him around the yard. She could see that he was trying to get Bobo to move faster. He didn’t appear to have much luck. And then Jose was back again. “I’ll be right back,” he said to Rosa as he passed her and went into the house.
While Jose was in the house, Isabelle took Wolf’s leash and walked him around the yard again. Rosa marveled at how well Wolf responded to Isabelle – far better than he responded to her. But then, Isabelle was a professional. She guessed that Isabelle would know how to make a dog respond that well.
Isabelle was just starting to lead Wolf toward the ramp when Jose returned with some rope in his hand. She saw…hooks attached to the ends of the rope. Jose didn’t even acknowledge Rosa as he went down into the yard where Bobo was. He dropped his new leash on the ground and carefully pulled the choker leash off of Bobo’s head.
Bobo was glad to have that darn choking leash gone. Very glad. Not only was it impossible to not do whatever anyone holding the leash wanted, but it was darn demeaning. But then he watched fearfully as Jose picked up whatever it was that he had gone to get. And for the life of him, he couldn’t figure it out.
“Bobo,” Jose said softly. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to resort to some more drastic measures to get you to move better. I know you’re trying, but you’re not getting what it is you need to understand. So I’ve come up with this to try and teach you.” He put his leg over Bobo’s back so he was standing directly over him. When Bobo tried to move away, he grabbed his collar. “No! Stay!”
He grabbed one of the hooks from the length of rope he had brought. I want you to walk proud, with your head up. So this will help that,” he said as he leaned down over Bobo.
Before Bobo knew what was happening, he felt Jose slip something into his nose – something that went into each side of his nose, before he could pull back, Jose was pulling up on it, pulling up on his nose. He tried to back up but Jose stayed right with him. There was no way he could get that thing out of his nose. Fearfully, he had no choice but to stand still.”
“Good Bobo. Stay!” Jose ordered as he kept a light pressure on the forked nose hook that now kept Bobo’s head up. He turned around so he was beside Bobo now and grabbed the hook at the other end of the rope. “And this,” he said, “will hopefully teach you to move faster, and be lighter on your paws.” With that, he pushed Bobo’s tail out of the way and stuck the anal hook right into Bobo’s rear end.”
Bobo went crazy at the sudden strange intrusion to his back end. He tried to go forward to get away, but the hook in his nose brought him up short, and now something was buried right inside his rear end. He felt Jose standing up, and the pressure holding him now came from both his nose and his rear end. He couldn’t move without one or both of those hooks stopping him. He couldn’t even turn his head let alone the rest of his body.
“And now Jose said, let’s learn to walk again.” Holding the middle of the rope up so that both the nose hook and the anal hook would do their jobs, he started walking slowly.
Bobo had no choice. It was far worse than even the choker leash. He literally couldn’t do anything but stay right even with Jose as he walked. At least he was going slow. But after only a few seconds of this, Bobo was wishing for the choker chain again. And then Jose started moving faster, and Bobo had no choice. It was either that, or have his nose ripped off his face.
Rosa and Isabelle both stood on the porch and watched raptly as Jose walked Bobo out into the yard. Rosa was completely fascinated. “Now that looks like fun,” she mentioned to Isabelle.
“Yes, it does,” Isabelle replied. But what she wouldn’t tell Rosa, was that her own submissive tendencies were yearning for her Jose to do that to her. In fact, she would tell him that just as soon as…they got into bed tonight. Maybe even sooner.
As he walked, Jose adjusted his grip on the rope slightly, moving his hand back more toward Bobo’s rear end. “Okay Bobo, let’s see how you do.”
Bobo had no idea what Jose was talking about, but he soon found out when Jose suddenly increased his pace…a lot! He desperately tried to keep up, and couldn’t. And the results where painful. But then…the pressure on his nose seemed to ease slightly, and he felt a monstrous pulling directly upward on his rear end instead. Almost enough of a pull to lift his backside off the ground. In desperation, he moved both his front and rear legs a bit differently so that he was almost bouncing his hind legs. And it helped.
“Very good Bobo,” Jose praised him. “You’re starting to get it now. Just keep doing that.”
Keep doing it? Jose was half pulling his backside up in the air, but at least he was keeping up. Mostly anyway. And then he noticed that little by little, Jose was decreasing the pull on his backside, even though he was still trotting along with him, until once again the pulling on his nose and his rear end seemed to be the same. More often than not, his back legs were both off the ground at the same time!
“Good Bobo. Very good!” Jose kept praising him. And then he finally slowed to a walk.
Bobo felt the sudden speed change and he welcomed it. Back to a normal walk again. He still couldn’t turn his head or do anything but stay right alongside Jose, but it was better than the odd “running” he had been doing.
Jose led him around in a circle, then he said, “trot,” as he suddenly took off moving much faster again.
Bobo tried to get it, but he couldn’t quite. He suddenly felt the hard pulling on his rear end again and he did his best to move his legs like he had before. The pressure eased up. He was running again…or as Jose had called it, trotting. All the way out to the back of the yard. Turn in a wide circle. Then all the way back to the porch where Jose finally stopped him and dropped his strange “leash.” The nose hook fell out, and Bobo collapsed right there, panting hard.
“He was running!” Rosa laughed. “Oh Jose, watching that was worth your entire fee for the day.”
Jose smiled. “I’m glad you approved Madam Rosa.” He turned to his wife. “Isabelle, why don’t you work with Wolf again for a bit. I think Bobo needs a rest.”
Bobo was glad for the rest. He was still trying to catch his breath. The hook had fallen out of his nose as soon as Jose had dropped the leash, but he could still feel that other part buried right up inside his butt. He gladly laid there and watched as they tried several times to get Wolf to go over the ramp correctly, without jumping off the side. It took a little time, but Wolf finally went. And then they moved on to the plastic hurdle. That took even longer, but Bobo finally watched as Wolf jumped over the thing. Bobo got the impression that to Wolf, everything they were doing with him was one big exciting game. He didn’t feel that way at all. Yes, they were playing games, but they were all dog games. Games meant for dogs…like him. Ugh!
And then it was Bobo’s turn. Isabelle removed the anal hook from Bobo’s rear end, for which Bobo was almost grateful enough to lick her. Almost! Not quite! The choker chain was put back around his neck. Bobo would much rather have that than that other…thing. And then Isabelle led him out toward the yard to “walk” him around. But before he knew it, she was pulling harder on his chain and forcing him to go faster, and before he knew it, Bobo had no choice but to start “trotting” right alongside her. And then, while they were trotting, Wolf suddenly showed up to run right at his side. Bobo couldn’t pay much attention to Wolf though, he was too desperate to keep up with Isabelle, who was now “running” him directly toward that ramp!
Up the ramp – at a run? Bobo stopped short at the bottom of it. Isabelle had let the leash out as far as she could before he got there, so it didn’t pull too badly. With Wolfie standing right next to the ramp, Bobo went up slowly and carefully, all the way to the top. He stopped there for a moment where Wolf barked at him, then he went down the other side where Wolf greeted him at the bottom. But Isabelle didn’t stop there. She soon had him trotting around again. Bobo was getting very tired – again. Once more up and over the ramp, this time a bit faster with no hesitation at the top, and then Isabelle finally led him back to the porch. Bobo was done in.
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Here it comes… Bobo just knew it.
“Bobo,” Rosa called from where she was sitting on the couch.
Bobo had seen her pulling her shorts and panties down already. And it wasn’t even dinner time yet. Jose and Isabelle had left only a little while ago.
“Come here my little angel,” Rosa said, “and bring me a little bit of heaven.”
Ugh! Bobo crawled out from between the chairs and crawled over to her. In moments, her thighs were going back and forth from tight against his head to wide open as his tongue worked its way into her. As far as Bobo could tell, this was Rosa’s only sex life. But she seemed to enjoy it immensely.
His only sex life was…nothing. Wolf’s sex life was…well…every once in a while, Wolfie got these urges and he spent days on end trying to hump him in the backyard. So far, Bobo had learned how to keep him from actually entering him, but Wolf still kept trying. That was Wolf’s only sex life. And Bobo had to wonder, was it better than his? He was getting awfully frustrated…just like he knew Wolf had to be.
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Ugh! First he had to spend part of the afternoon with in dog training with Jose and Isabelle. Then he had to spend more of his afternoon stuck licking between Rosa’s thighs. And now once again she was giving him dog food for dinner. Some reward! No reward! You’d think she would be more grateful for the work he had done on her with his tongue. His tongue had been exhausted by the time she finally let him stop. And now his reward – dog food! Ugh! But as always, he knew it was the only food she was going to give him, and hungry was hungry! Ugh!
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Games, games, games. But this one was one that completely held Bobo’s attention. Once again Connie and Rosa were sitting on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn, throwing pieces of it at him to catch. The good news, he had already caught two pieces. The bad, Wolf was still getting most of it.
He watched the little piece of popcorn in Connie’s hand. There, she tossed it. He desperately moved his head to catch it. Yes! Score! He chewed it up quickly while Wolf was all over him, searching the floor around him. Tough Wolfie! That one was mine!
As soon as he had swallowed the popcorn, he was ready for another one. Rosa was next, but…wait…what? They were both holding up a piece of popcorn.
“Ready?” Rosa said, “One…two…three!”
Bobo saw the two pieces coming. Both of them heading right at his head. He didn’t know which way to move. He opened his mouth and tried, but they each hit his head and fell to the floor where Wolf gobbled them up before he could even see them. Not fair! Not fair! This was hard enough. Not that he could tell them any of that in words.
Oh! Connie has another piece. Watch it…watch it… Go! He lunged for the popcorn…and got it into his mouth. Wolf was searching the floor. Connie and Rosa were cheering – and so was he.
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Bobo was tired. He hadn’t had as many naps today as he usually got. But…he had snatched more of that popcorn out of the air than ever. He didn’t know how many he had gotten, but it was more than the two he had managed the first time.
His mind went back over his day…well, since the afternoon. Jose had put that thing on him. That…leash? He didn’t know what to call it. But it had grabbed his nose and his ass at the same time and kept him from pulling or moving in any direction other than where Jose had wanted him. He hadn’t even been able to turn his head. But with it, Jose had somehow taught him how to…run! Run! Not like a man, but like a dog. Jose had said trot, but for Bobo, it had been running. How much better could he play now with Wolf, if he could move faster – run! How much more fun could they have together? Tomorrow, he was looking forward to finding out.