Posted Sat Dec 19, 2015 | 323 Words | Tagged story pup

Alan was excited to see he’d received a parcel. However upon inspection, it wasn’t addressed to him but instead for a “P. Brynjar”. The address was correct and it confused him ash e’d been living at his address for a number of years. 

He left the box and said to himself he’d deal with it tomorrow as it had been a long day at work. Something nagged at him to open it, so he did. There wasn’t a return label so surely there would be nothing wrong with opening it. Inside was a pair of combat trousers. Checking the size it seemed to be his size, so he put them on. It wasn’t his style, but he could get away with it.

They looked kinda neat. They smelt funny too, but surely it was because they were just new. He felt compelled to go the gym and work out. This went on for a week, constantly working out in the gym. It felt good to get himself back in shape, and strangely managed to work out further and further since wearing the trousers.

Exactly a week later he came home to find another box. He almost pounced on it and ripped it open on the floor, then cocked his head to the side in confusion. It was a pup hood. He checked, again it was addressed for the other person. Surely if the trousers were so good this wouldn’t be so bad would it? It didn’t bother him too much, but he was curious more than anything.

Once it was on he felt comfortable. Yeah this was right for him right? He heard a knock at the door, and then it opened. He ran up and had a shoe in his mouth. It was Sir! He was back at last! Sir? Yeah, of course that was right. Sir was very happy with Alan, although he tends to go by his name of Brynjar.