Stray Puppy Book 2
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Anxious Coffee Boy
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Prologue
Book 2: Stray Master
Scottish Terms
mo luran: my pretty boy
peata: pet
To be completely honest, I didnāt have much faith in my boyfriend, Lewis, and I making it through all that happened.
Especially with Dr. West and Lewis missing, mostly with the mutation that was forced upon him and SeƔn. I wanted him to be alive and well, pain-free, and in one piece.
Unfortunately, I didnāt believe that would be the case. Not at first, not when he went missing. Because I know my Lewis. He doesnāt take anything from anyone and will not back down.
I knew heād open his mouth or throw a punch, multiple even, and heād fight with his life if he absolutely had to. SeĆ”n makes him worse. Theyāre connected, and when Lewis is in rage mode, itās a good bet that SeĆ”n is too.
Lewis would pick fights and get himself in trouble with whoever had them. Thatās what got me so depressed when he first went missing.
Knowing that heād most likely be the first to die put me in a horrible headspace. I kept reimagining the last moment I had with him and picturing the moment I found out he was dead. It was the worst time in my life.
The time I spent with Zyon, Axel, and Robert after I realized Lewis was missing was a blur. I was emotionally dead and mentally wasnāt healthy.
Axel tried his best to give me what I needed, and I honestly appreciated that, but it wasnāt enough.
Lewis was gone, and it felt like my whole purpose was uprooted and thrown away. I give the man total control over me and my life. Heās what keeps me together and functional.
When Lewis was taken, it damaged me. My schedule was out of tune, I didnāt know what to do, and I had to make decisions when normally Lewis would decide and guide me.
I couldnāt wear my collar either. Having it on felt wrong when Lewis wasnāt there. Axel wasnāt capable of making every decision for me or telling me to get dressed or brush my hair or teeth.
He had Zyon to worry about, and himself also. Robert is another submissive, and as much as he knew, he couldnāt help me in the way I needed.
Kneeling helped for a while. Being in the position Lewis and I agreed on, remembering all the good times Lewis had used or toyed with me in that position.
Reminding myself that he was proud of me, and he loved me, and that I was his good boy and heād try his hardest to get back to me.
It kept me sane. Whenever I felt alone or too overwhelmed, I kneeled down into my positionāknees spread, hands palm down on my thighs, and my chin to my chest.
Keeping my mind focused on Lewis and past conversations, actions, or touches seemed to help.
Itās the only reason I masturbated a few times. I didnāt feel any pleasure from it, and I felt ashamed afterward because one of my rules is to never touch myself.
Thatās Lewisās job, and he loves knowing he pleases me, that heās the only one who āgets the honorā of pleasing me.
I couldnāt control it though. Thinking back to touches and kisses led to reimagining sex and sexual rewards he gave me. When I got hard, I didnāt know what to do.
As I finished, it wasnāt a pleasant experience. I was overcome with grief and ashamed I broke a rule. I didnāt even clean myself up as I cried myself to sleep.
Iāve been told, mostly by family, that my connection to Lewis isnāt healthy. I depend too much on him, I let him control me too much, or Iām in an unhealthy relationship.
Iām not, and he never takes advantage of me. He respects my limits and stops when I use our safe word. He performs aftercare and makes me his first priority in everything.
I just canāt function without him, or someone I trust, to make decisions for me and to make sure Iām doing what Iām supposed to.
He makes sure Iām healthy, that Iām eating and have good hygiene, that Iām on time for work or appointments. Lewis is the one who keeps me from spiraling into a mess like I was before.
Yes, I understand it may be uncommon, or others have opinions. I respect that. But I canāt control my needs. This type of extreme power dynamic is what I need and want.
I shouldnāt be allowed to have control over my decisions or life. I attempted that, and it didnāt work out. My life before I met Lewis was such a mess, Iām honestly glad Iāll never have to go back to that.
Point is, I was in that mess when Lewis disappeared. My hygiene was awful even though Axel made sure I cleaned. I never put any effort into showering, because what was the point?
Lewis was gone. I had no one to praise me for being clean and smelling like Lewisās body wash.
I didnāt go to work. In fact, they fired me. Eating was a hassle. Lewis hadnāt decided what I would have, and everything I chose to make turned out horrible.
My clothes were dirty, and I wore mismatched outfits. I kept forgetting how to use the washing machine and pressed the wrong buttons.
My sleeping schedule was off, staying up all night and sleeping most of the day. Everything about it was horrible. I was miserable.
It got better once I saw he was alive, bruised and battered, but alive. Thatās all that mattered to me. I didnāt care if he had bruises or cuts.
What mattered was that he was breathing, he had a pulse, and he was speaking to me. Telling me what I needed to hear gave me reassurance.
Then came the breakdown, when I saw him in so much anguish he couldnāt move. That was when I lost any and all faith I had gathered. He couldnāt sit up or speak to me, and it hurt.
Lewis is a strong man with a tough background behind him. He doesnāt mind going through pain, and often he comes home with new cuts or scratches. The man welcomes pain, says itās part of life.
But seeing him go through suffering that shouldnāt be a part of life, watching him shake and tremble and fight to keep cries in, it wasnāt something I could handle.
I couldnāt believe that was my Lewis. It couldnāt be, because my Lewis would laugh at pain and assure me he was all right. It was my Lewis though. I could see he wanted to reassure me and lie to me that he was okay.
After that, I donāt know what happened. I know I wasnāt myself. The person pulling out my hair or crying all day and yelling, passing out, kneeling down, it wasnāt me.
Iām embarrassed Axel, Zyon, and Robert saw me that way. Yet, Iām also glad. Because they stuck around. They helped me and reassured me as good friends do. They didnāt abandon me.
When we were taken, I was frightened and angry. Iām usually not an angry person, Iām more shy and sometimes clumsy. I keep my mouth shut around people I donāt know.
In that case, I was still stuck in my grief and anger that Lewis was going through that. So, I yelled and threatened and glared at everyone.
It was only the moment I saw Lewis chained up like an animal that I calmed down, and I was able to come back to myself. He was alive and wasnāt in pain anymore. It wasnāt the reunion any of us wanted or expected.
Watching Lewis and SeĆ”n shift into some sort of creature and rip Westās bodyguard and slash another creature was disgusting and disturbing.
Yet when my partner stood in front of me, huge with tan-colored fur, deep black mane, ears, and a tail, I saw Lewis in the creature. His eyes told me he was scared of me leaving him.
I never cared for appearances. Itās what draws me in at first, but I stay for personality.
I know Lewis would never dream of harming me. He would rather die than to seriously hurt me. Knowing this, I had easily accepted the new changes to his body.
Getting out of the caves and off the island was amazingly easy, especially with West dead. I almost didnāt believe we were out until Lewis fucked me in the shower in Axelās apartment.
He was careful, and it was a slow pace. Neither of us knew if heād change into the lion creature or not.
It was a challenge for him and SeƔn to overcome the transformations, but in the end, they figured it out.
They have control over it now, convincing their bodies there is or isnāt a threat from me or SeĆ”nās boyfriends, Axel and Zyon.
They mainly only shift now when they leave to patrol the land around our houses or when animal predators enter the property.
We moved when we got back. Lewis and SeĆ”n didnāt trust themselves to be in the city. We picked out a beautiful house ten minutes away from where SeĆ”n, Axel, and Zyon moved to.
It gives us access to each other yet also allows us to have privacy. With the sex drive Lewis has, that is necessary.
The house itself is similar to our friendās home, excluding the pool and balcony on the second floor.
Our home is a modern farmhouse with a few acres of land that we donāt necessarily use. Itās relatively big for the budget we had.
Itās a pretty dark gray color with black trim. The porch is large and goes around the front to the side and back.
Thereās a sliding door to the back of the living room, and windows on both floors are big and allow natural light to come in.
The kitchen isnāt as massive as Axelās, enough for the bulk Lewis has and me, and thatās all I care about.
In our old apartment, the kitchen was too small, and Lewis would continuously be forced to be glued to me as we didnāt both fit. The traffic through it was horrible.
The counters are gray-black marble, the cabinets matching the color scheme of the outside.
The bathroom on the first floor doesnāt have a shower, only a toilet and sink, and is annoyingly small, but we rarely use it.
The one on the second floor is what we prefer. Itās a bigger space with a glass corner shower that is able to fit us both. Lewis enjoys surprising me in the mornings with shower sex.
Sometimes he doesnāt even wake me up to tell me to shower. He just picks me up and places me in the water. He got punched for that, and he just laughed.
Our bedroom is next to a spare room that Lewis turned into a painting/library room. He built three wall-sized bookshelves, two only half, then painted that side a pretty white.
On the other side is a desk that holds art supplies. He built it custom for me, so that when I lift the middle of the desk, I have a stand to paint extra details or draw.
I got to paint that side anything I wanted, and Iāve always wanted a room with paint splatters. We had fun doing that, getting dirty with different colors of paint and making handprints or lip prints on the wall.
I love that room. Itās one of my favorites in the whole house. Lewis doesnāt mind if I spend all day in there. Heāll just come up and keep me company, letting me paint him or draw him. He loves when I read to him though.
Lewis has the basement for his workout room. SeƔn sometimes comes over with Axel and Zyon to work out with him. He goes down in the mornings and stays for an hour or two.
He doesnāt normally spend more than three hours because he doesnāt enjoy it as much, and honestly, he doesnāt actually need to anymore. He works with horses, does heavy lifting, and builds stuff with SeĆ”n most days.
Our bedroom is his favorite place. The bed he picked out is soft and huge, and the room itself is large. It has two big windows on one side of it and one above the bed.
He doesnāt feel trapped or reminded of the caves he was in.
Iām truly happy here, the happiest I have ever been. This is the dream I never thought Iād achieve, and Iām so proud of Lewis for fighting through everything to be here with me.
Heās the most important person in my life. I wouldnāt be me without him. Waking up every day with him is my heaven.
***
The sun is setting, casting beautiful shades of pinks and oranges into the living room. The TV is on mute for commercials, and the only sound is Lewis walking down the stairs.
Iām on the couch, covered in a thick blanket as itās getting cooler at night.
Heās going out for his nightly patrol in only his worn-out boxers because he doesnāt want to rip any more clothes.
I know his body temperature runs warmer now, after the mutation he was forced into. Iām not as worried about it being too cold for him anymore.
Lewis is still in as great shape as when I first saw him. His muscles are a bit bigger from all the work heās been doing, and his beard is longer, but still reminds of the first time I ever met him.
It hasnāt started as a great day, yet when I saw him, it flipped, and I felt an instant crush come alive.
āAw, is mo luran cold?ā His voice is deep as he leans over the back of the couch to wrap his arms around my chest.
I merely nod. We had kept the sliding door open halfway to let in the light breeze, and now Iām regretting it because itās colder than normal in the house.
Lewis chuckles as I nuzzle closer to him to get his warmth. āWhen I get back, Iāll take ya upstairs and cuddle the hell out of ya. How ābout that?ā
āYes, Master, please, itās actually pretty cold tonight.ā I pout up at him, wishing he could stay in tonight.
I know his lion urges wonāt allow him to. He needs to go out and roam to scare away other predators that may choose to attack me.
His need to protect is constantly on high, worse than when he was fully human. His urges wonāt allow certain things, and heās been doing well in controlling them.
Lewis just smirks at me, giving me a prickly beard kiss on my temple. āAh, itās only October. Wait till it snows to start complaininā.ā
Playfully, I whine, which earns a rumbling laugh from his chest. āYa wait here. I promise Iāll be quick. Love ya, peata.ā
āLove you, too, Master. Be safe.ā He gives me a kiss on the lips and another on my hair before he pulls away and goes to the sliding door.
I watch as he steps out, making sure the door is locked before closing it, and wave to him when he waves to me.
I slump back on the couch when heās gone, sighing as I watch the TV blankly. Iām not actually paying attention to it. My mind is somewhere else.
Waiting for him is always the worst. I know heāll come back, and Iām not worried about him being severely injured, but I worry about people finding him and trying to capture him, like the government.
That could end badly. No, I just dislike being alone, and my mind wanders a bit too far sometimes.
Although it is nice at times. Peaceful and quiet. I can sit back and reminisce on my life and things I couldāve done better or what could have been my life instead of this amazing one I have.
I think mostly about how we, Lewis and I, were before he was taken. We werenāt much different than now, although I find it interesting how we become what we are as a couple.
It feels so long ago. I feel as if Iāve known Lewis all my life as a childhood friend when in reality, it was only six years ago. Our four-year anniversary happened while he was taken.
I never mentioned it because it was painful, but we made up for it, and now, two years later, weāre still doing a double date to make up for it. Lewis felt bad we missed it, saying I deserved two dates in one, anyway.
Six years. I never figured weād make it this far. All those years agoā¦
