Lil Petey Dog Man Novels & Stories

He just looked down on me and said, "Good doggie bitches pee outside." I think this was more humiliating than when Andre pissed on me. I kind of expected that to happen again. I actually really needed to go, so I found it easier than I thought I would to lean forward and relieve myself. I didn't need to lean forward, but I figured that is what a dog does so I did it without being told. After I finished, the man knelt down next to me and patted my head saying I was a good doggie. I didn't like that. Fortunately it was short lived and I next felt his hand smacking my ass. It was a firm spank, but we both knew that is what I wanted and he seemed pleased when I wiggled my ass in response.

Is this pottery piece a wolf or a dog? The owner of the stand, an elderly man with kind eyes, examined the pottery piece with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Oh, that’s definitely a dog, miss. Look at the tail. It’s hanging down.’ Callie’s face fell, a pout forming on her lips. Elias burst into laughter. ‘Looks like I win, Bunny.’ Callie playfully nudged him with her elbow, her mock irritation evident. ‘All right, all right. You win this round, General.’

Such a perfect prey whom I had waited for so long, and it was gone before I had yet to relish the thrill of the catch. This wouldn't do… Fortunately, he showed up again on the fourth day, but this time, he stood before me in broad daylight. He wasn't wearing his cap or face mask, and his sunken, pale cheeks belonged to Zac Lopez, my superior. He was crouched beside a flower patio in the apartment compound, his attractive hands holding a stray cat beaten half to death. As I passed by, he promptly put up a look of delight. "Sonia Carter! I didn't know you lived here. Can you do me a favor? This little creature is hurt, and I can't walk well. Can you help take it to the vet?"

"I... I have them. If you don't believe her, I can—" "No!" Tracey screamed, lunging to stop him, but it was too late. The sharp click of the car unlocking sealed her fate. I threw open the trunk. The stench hit me first. Then I saw it—a small, lifeless dog, its body limp and decaying. Puffy. Peter stumbled back, his face white as a sheet. "Tracey... Puffy... why is... why is Puffy here?" The live stream exploded. Comments poured in, furious and relentless:

He has lovely brown eyes and light freckles all over his pale body, he's just perfect. "Here he is, little Devon," the man says as we stop at my pup's cage. He's curled up on his blanket and his ears prick up as he wakes. His doe eyes look up at me and his tail starts to wag as he gets on all fours and waits for his cage to be open. I take the leather collar and leash out of my pocket ready to put on him so I can take him home.

*** Pete who just got off from the call, continued to work on the cctv footage, he then deleted the clips from when the man walked out and leaving that floor, before he also walked to the parking lot and saw the man stood right in front of his car. He smiled at the man, and walked up to him. “Give me the camera and your phone.” Pete said as he unlocked his car and took out a brand new iPhone and gave it to the man. The man also handed his phone and camera to Pete. “It is really good to work with you, mate.” The man said. “Get lost now!” Pete said and the man nodded his head and walked away. His figure soon disappeared when he got in to a taxi. Pete then also got into his car and started to d

His mind wet wild. He ate the pellets then approached the dog in the crate. “Wait, aren’t you -” “Yes, I am Pete, Chunky, the Chow Chow is my mother.” He said before Polly could finish his sentence. “And you are Polly, right?” “You remember me?… I never knew you know my name.” “I knew it was you ‘cause I notice that leg.” Pete pointing to Polly’s left leg with his snout. “Do you, ahhhm… do you…” Polly couldn’t contain his excitement. He had so many questions in his mind that he did not know which one to ask first.

So, I hurried down the hall back to our bedroom and locked the door. After an eternity of silence, I put Zyria down on the bed, grabbed Malcolm's blade, and went back out into the hall. I walked cautiously until I reached the top of the stairs and peered down below. Malcolm was in panther form, crouching in front of a man who was lying on his back with his hands covering his face as if trying to protect himself from further blows. The man's shirt had been ripped open, revealing dark bruises covering much of his chest, stomach, and arms. He was shaking his head from side to side, still trying to protect himself from Malcolm's attack. I heard a low growl escape Malcolm's mouth and watched as h

“If you want to stay under my roof, and have me being a provider, the only status you can take is as my pet. I can order you to do anything I want. No matter what I order, you have no right to deny. If you can’t take it, just leave.” Mikayla didn’t even blink her eyes. The only way she knew how to drive a man away was to be ruthless and authoritative over him. This young man was no different. He couldn’t possibly agreed to this. No man wanted to be just a pet to a woman. He must have his male ego. “What?” The young man was confused and speechless as expected. He took a step back and lost in thought. He scratched his head where the bandage was at. “No…”

“Look, I know my dog. I spoil him too much, that’s why he became so lazy. He’s been acting like this since we left home.” Hearing his lame excuse, Lila’s eyes turned a little bit wider. “I saw with my own eyes. You kicked your dog.” “It was just a stimulating move. I would never kick him for real." Another excuse came out. “Liar.” Lila went closer to the dog. It looked frightened when Lila stretched her hand trying to touch its hurting leg. Before Lila could touch it, the man quickly stood in between his dog and Lila. “Alright, let’s say I agree to take my dog to the vet with you according to your suggestion. Who’s going to pay for the vet bill? You?”