Velvet Stables by Sean Michael Page A

low. “No teeth, pup.”
    Zim whimpered, wagging slowing, but the pup nodded. “Yes, Master.”
    “Good boy.” Andy petted Zim’s head, moaning, needing. “So good.”
    Zim barked, beaming up at him and then went back to licking, cleaning him thoroughly, gently taking his balls into the hot mouth, one at a time.
    So hot. So gentle. Zim’s mouth was perfect, made for his pleasure.
    Zim nuzzled behind his balls for a moment, licking and then the sweet, hot mouth was around his cock, pulling hard.
    “Oh...” Andy tangled his hand in Zim’s hair, stroking, holding and petting. Needing as he fucked Zim’s mouth.
    Zim whimpered around his cock, vibrating his prick.
    “Good. Good, pup. More.” He pushed harder, taking his pleasure, trusting his pet.
    Zim sucked harder, lips sliding on his prick, eyes gazing adoringly up him.
    It wasn’t long before he was coming, shooting, and pouring himself into Zim’s lips. His pup eagerly swallowed him all down, not losing a drop.
    “Good boy. So good.” He let Zim clean him, then drew his pup into his lap, petting gently.
    Zim rubbed against him, licking at his hand, giving a little yelp now and then.
    “Love you, sweet pet. So much.” Andy leaned back, relaxing, enjoying being home and sated and happy.
    “Oh, Master, I love you.” Zim nuzzled against him, warm and sweet and loving.
    Andy smiled, listening to Bear laugh from the other room, Zeb’s soft giggles. “Tell me all about you day, Zim. Tell me about how good my pups were.”
    Zim giggled, the sound a lot like Zeb’s laughter. “We were good, Master. We cleaned and fed each other.” A sweet blush spread across Zim’s skin. “Made love.”
    “Ah... Tell me how, pup. Did you suck Zeb’s pretty little prick?” Sweet boys. So wanton. So eager. So spoiled.
    Of course, that was Bear’s fault.
    “How did you know?” Those bright eyes smiled up at him, Zim cuddling in.
    “I know my pup.” He tucked Zim into the curve of his arm. “Marty and Pat were taken off-planet today. Gone to live in a big, private stable.” The ponies had looked fine, too. Happy. Excited.
    “Oh.” Zim’s face fell, his pup loved the ponies. “I didn’t get to say good bye.”
    “We’ll comm them when they arrive and you can give them love when they visit.” He tapped Zim’s nose with one finger. “If you hadn’t misbehaved, pup...”
    Zim looked down, whispered. “I know...”
    Andy hugged Zim to him. “It’s over now, sweet boy. No pouting. Kiss me, pup.”
    Tender-hearted love. Andy stroked and rocked; this pup was his center, his heart.
    Zim leaned up, kissing, pressing close. “I missed you today. I missed seeing the ponies. I belong next to you.”
    He stroked Zim’s collar, petting the long, dark hair. “Yes, pup. You belong with me. Always.”
    Zim barked twice and pressed harder against him. “Yours, Master.”
    Andy nodded, rocking, letting his eyes close, letting himself have a rest before supper. Home. Happy. Holding his pup.

Zim and Balfour, Puppy and Pony
    Zim was a simple puppy.
    He loved Zeb.
    He loved the other puppies.
    He loved the ponies.
    He loved Bear.
    And he loved Andy more than anything or anyone ever.
    He’d been naughty and had missed a day with Andy and the ponies, but today they were up bright and early and off to get the ponies ready -- there were clients choosing mounts today.
    He rubbed against Andy’s leg as they headed for the stables.
    Andy murmured low, reached down to stroke him, pet him. Jostle his tail. “We need to get everyone ready, pup. See if we can’t get some good matches. We’ve got a few getting restless.”
    A shiver went through him as the plug inside him moved. “Not Balfor though, right?”
    Balfor was special, he was family. The only one besides Zeb, Andy and Bear who Zim could fall asleep with.
    “If the right owner comes, I might consider it, but Balfor needs a very unique touch and Bear’s attached.” His hair was ruffled. “We’re more likely to add a