Pup (Bratt)

Chapter Four: All Sorted Out

Of course, Brian had already arrived when Matt stepped into the bar. Brian had let Matt pick where they would meet, and this was the only place Matt knew that wasn't a shithole compared to what Brian was probably used to. It was a somewhat fancy place, people sipped from tall stemmed glasses and spoke in hushed voices. A guy sat at a piano in the corner of the room and played soft music. Brian was already sitting at a table, and he watched Matt until they made eye contact.

Matt practically bounded over, folder in hand, setting it down on the table. "I'm ready to sign." He blurted, and Brian chuckled, motioning for him to sit down, handing him a margarita.

"Not so fast, Matt. Did you come across any issues with the contract? Is there anything we need to sort out first?"

"Um..." Matt racked his brain. "You're not into bestiality, are you?"

Brian shook his head. "Oh, no, of course not. I understand that human pups are different from real dogs. There will be none of that in this relationship."

Matt nodded. "Good. Um, we can look over the list of hard and soft limits and you can make sure it will all be alright with you..."

Brian took the contract out of the folder, flipping it to the back. Matt watched his brown eyes scan the list. "Shock administration is a hard limit?" he asked, "I normally train my puppies using a shock collar for unauthorized vocalizations. On their thighs of course, shock collars were not meant for people and can cause injury if not used properly."

"Yes, I don't want anything to do with shocking." Matt replied. "It's a trigger from my last relationship and I-I don't want to go through that. I-I have scars, if you want to see..."

"Oh, no, it's completely fine." Brian smiled, "I'm sure we can find another way to mold you into a proper pup. And while we're talking about hard limits, what would you like to use as a safe word?"

Matt thought for a moment. "Cheesecake."

"Cheesecake?" Brian laughed. "Why cheesecake?"

"Because I love cheesecake." Matt replied, "And it's not a really hot word."

"Alright, cheesecake it is." Brian made a note on the side of the page.

"I wanted to let you know that I am also crate trained." Matt said. "Sleeping in the crate isn't on the list, but it's a hard limit for me too."

"Of course, if you're already crate trained I would see no problem in allowing you to sleep outside the crate. I do treat my pups well, Matt, I hope this isn't scaring you."

"No, it's not." Matt replied, "I'm happy that you're willing to respect my limits."

"Of course." Brian sipped his drink. "And it's not mentioned on here, but I don't like any sort of rape themed role play situations. I didn't include it in the list because it is one of my hard limits. I see you've marked crawling harnesses as a soft limit. How much experience do you have as a puppy?"

"Nine years. I don't need the crawling harnesses, and I don't like them. They-They terrify me, to be honest. But if you require them for training, I guess I could get used to them again."

"We'll see. I'd like to stay away from your soft limits as much as possible." Brian finished looking at the list and smiled. "Well, Matt, is this something you're entirely sure about? Do you want to become my permanent submissive and pet until this contract is terminated?"

Matt nodded. "Yes. Absolutely."

Brian produced a pen from his breast pocket and handed it to Matt. Matt clicked it, then found the place where the submissive was supposed to sign. His hand wavered just over the line for him to sign. Did he really want to do this? Brian could be putting on an act, what if he did this and Brian proved to be like Sterling, or worse? He looked up at Brian, opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.