I heard giggling outside the room before the door opened. Frankie came over and hopped into my lap.

"Daddy, look at the puppy ears I found," he said.

I raised my eyebrows, looking at the puppy ears on his head that matched his hair.

"Where'd you get those from?" I asked.

"From the big cabinet thingy in your room," he said.

"My armoire? Why were you going in there?" I asked.

"I wanted to wear your clothes and I thought they'd be in there," he said. "Daddy, how do I wear the tail?"

Frank held up the matching tail butt plug.

"Oh, Princess, I don't think you want to wear that," he said.

"I do, I wanna be a little puppy," he insisted.

I took his hand and brought him upstairs to my bedroom. I took his dress off him, careful not to knock of his puppy ears. I bent him over the side of the bed, hearing his quiet whimpers. I pulled off his panties and grabbed the lube out of the nightstand.

Frank looked back at me as I stepped behind him. I ran my hand up the back of his thighs, running them over the fabric of his white thigh high socks. He let out a quiet whimper as I squeezed his ass before giving it a sharp spank. I spanked him twice more, loving the sound of his soft moan. I looked at the soft pink mark on his pale ass as I smiled.

I grabbed the bottle of lube and spread it over my fingers, smearing some around Frank's hole. I pushed a finger into him slowly, moving it in and out before I added a second. Frank whimpered, trying to rut his hips back as I stretched him. He let out a cry of complaint when I pulled my fingers away.

I grabbed the tail, coating the metal end of it in lube before I slowly pushed it into him. He gasped, hands slowly grabbing the blanket. I smiled, softly kissing his neck before I stood up straight.

"There we go, you're a little puppy now," I said.

Frank stood up and giggled as he looked in the mirror, swaying his hips to move the tail.

"I'm a puppy!" He cheered.

I smirked, opening my armoire. I looked at the assortment of toys, picking up the little black leather collar and the chain leash.

"Do you wanna be Daddy's little puppy?" I asked.

Frankie nodded excitedly as I stepped closer.

"On your knees," I ordered.

Frank nodded, quickly dropping down onto his knees for me. I put the collar on him, attaching the leash to it. I gave the leash a small tug and he whimpered. I smiled, looking down at the erection between his legs. I sat down in the arm chair in the corner of the room, smiling as I ran my hands through his hair. The sight of him on his knees dressed like that made my cock twitch in my pants.

"So pretty, my pretty little puppy," I said.

Frankie giggled happily, a hand moving up my thigh. He palmed me through my pants and I bit my lip. He unzipped my pants, pushing them down enough to wrap a hand around my erection. I let out a small breath, my hand tangling into his hair as he slowly ran his tongue up my underside.

"Fuck, Princess," I muttered.

He took me into his mouth, his tongue pressing to my underside. I moaned, pushing him down on me.

"You're just Daddy's little puppy," i mumbled.

I moaned, rutting my hips up. I leaned back in my seat, my head falling back. My eyes closed as waves of pleasure washed over me. He moved his mouth on me, pulling over to swirl his tongue around my tip.

"Fuck," I muttered.

I rocked my hips, the burning pleasure inside of me was twisting and pulling. Frank took me back into his mouth as he gagged, jerking off what he couldn't fit in his mouth.

"Daddy's little whore, huh?" I breathed out and Frank moaned around me, vibrations shooting through my body.

I gasped softly, that pleasure running through me. He whimpered around me, the pleasure growing and aching inside me. I gasped, pushing Frank off me. I grabbed his hair, tipping his hair back as I wrapped a hand around my erection. I stroked myself quickly, pleasure bubbling up inside me until I felt myself fall off the edge of pure bliss. My come landed on Frank's face, in his open mouth and around it.

Frank moaned, his eyes closing as I watched him orgasm. I raised my eyebrows, a small smirk falling over my face. He whimpered, his head resting down on my knees. I pulled my pants up before reached down to run my fingers through his hair.

"Such a good little boy for my daddy," I mumbled.

Frank picked his head up and I smiled softly.  I swiped my two fingers along his cheek, going to pull them away when Frank grabbed my hand, sucking on my fingers. I stood up and smiled, picking Frank up. I carried him to the bathroom and got him cleaned up.

"Come on, let's get you changed," I said, grabbing his tail.

"No, I wanna keep being a puppy for a little bit longer," he said.

"Alright, I have some special panties for you then," I said.

We went back to my bedroom and grabbed a pair of soft pink panties, ones that had a little hole in the back of it cut out in the shape of a heart. I helped put it on him, the little tail going through the hole.

"You wanna play?" I asked.

"Can I play in your office while you work?" He asked and I nodded.

I took off his leash and carried him downstairs to my office I laid out a blanket for him to sit on and laid out some of his toys. I sat down in my chair, trying to get some work done. It was only five minutes later when I heard quiet snoring. I looked down and smiled when I saw Frank sleeping, curled up and still wearing his little puppy ears and tail.

I took off my suit jacket, laying it down on top of him. Frank mumbled in his sleep, curler up in a tighter ball. I smiled softly as I looked at him before I looked down at my papers.

I should have a shipment of guns coming in just a few days. I could send one of my men to pick it up and take it back here for inventory. There were some men who I knew wanted to buy them from me and I knew that some of them wouldn't take them as peacefully with the price that I demand. I hate it when people try to negotiate with me, I like things set my way specifically.

"Daddy," Frankie mumbled.

He crawled onto my lap, my blazer still covering him.

"Daddy, I missed you," he mumbled. "I don't like going sleepy without you."

"I know you don't, Princess," I said.

I kissed his cheek gently and he smiled.

"Will you come and take a nap with me, Daddy?" He asked.

"I'm too busy for a nap right now, Baby Boy," I said.

"I wanna take a nappy but I don't wanna take a nappy without you," he said.

"I'm sorry, Princess, but I have to work right now so I can't go take a nappy," I said. "But I'll tell you what, you can take a little nap on my lap so that way you're still close to me."

Frankie nodded and I gave him his paci that was sitting on my  desk. I smiled happily, as he rested his head on my shoulder. God, he was so  beautiful. He had such beautiful pale skin and these long, dark eyelashes that contrasted against his soft, pale cheek. Tattoos also danced across his skin, making beautiful pieces of art on someone who was already beautiful without them.

"Babydoll?" I asked softly and he peeked his eyes open. "Where did you get your tattoos from?"

"A friend of mine did it for me when I was just a teenager," he said sleepily, taking his paci out of his mouth.

"How? You were too little for that," I said.

"Well, I never said he did it legally," Frankie mumbled.

I chuckled softly, running my fingers through his hair.

"Why did you get them?" I asked.

"I always thought they were pretty," he mumbled. "My grandpa had tattoos and I always looked up to my grandpa, I wanted to be just like him when I got big."

"You loved your grandpa a lot, huh?" I asked and he nodded. "Where is he now?"

"Buried," he said sadly. "Next to my mama."

"Gee, you told me Mr. V found you on the streets and took you in," I said. "Wh-why were you on the streets?"

Frank sniffled and looked down.

"My dad never really liked me, my grandpa took care of me," he said. "But when my grandpa died it was just me and him, my mama died when I was only little."

"What did your dad do?" I asked.

"I lived with him for a little bit but he would hit me a lot, he didn't like that I liked boys or liked dresses," he said. "He used to call me Faggy Frank."

My fists clenched as he told me his story.

"Mama and grandpa loved me just as I was," he said. "They both used to buy me pretty pink, frilly dresses. But my dad burned all my dresses and pretty bows. A-and then I was only fourteen when he kicked me out."

"But you've only been with Mr. V for a month, where were you for three years?" I asked.

"Someone found me and took me in, I lived with him," he said. "He was a tattoo artist, he's the one who gave me my ink. B-but he was addicted to heroin and he accidentally overdosed and died. A-and then I was on the streets again when Mr. V took me in."

I held Frank to my chest, singing to him quietly until he fell asleep. His dad seemed like a total asshole. I was going to find him and murder him.