Roiyaru , the Play Room, Alone<br/><br/>She really left me alone!  I listened to the sound of her retreating footsteps.  Alone, really alone.  I glanced around the room, and shuddered, remembering being bound to those...things on the stage, and being assaulted by other dogs.  For being 'bad' I was told.  I swallowed hard, determined to behave, and do as I was instructed.  She said she would bring me a bitch.  I flopped back and forth, my legs spread wide, and my front paws trapped in that device the woman had put me in.  Just the thought of a bitch I could bury the massive cock the labs had given me into almost made me cum.  So close!  Another spurt of precum jerked from the swollen head of my cock.  So close, so close!<br/><br/>I couldn't focus on anything else, and I tried.  The ceiling.  The couches and tables.  Even the stage, which made me whimper, and squeeze my eyes shut.  Still my balls ached, my cock oozed precum.  Why did they have to take Pogo?  I behaved, I was good.  I would do anything, did everything I was told.  Ugh...I was a good dog.  I squirmed against the floor, trying to pretend I was chasing an itch in the center of my back.  How long had it been?  Hours, since she left me there?  A little bit of an itch made itself known, and I squirmed against it, then whimpered as more precum splashed from my cock.  Anything that felt good, felt sexual, and was almost enough to bring me to climax.  Almost.<br/><br/>I panted, and whined, and wriggled as ideas flooded my mind.  The cushions on the couch....I could cum, and cum, and cum.  Even the rough carpet.  It would feel so good.  Then I'd look toward the stage, and remember.  "Be a good dog.", I told myself, "Do what they tell you....she'll bring a bitch.  She said she would bring me a bitch."  I started barking, as dog like as I could manage, over and over again, as milky wet, slippery precum oozed, and splashed from the head of my cock.