Gabbi Grey

Foster

I’m a successful entrepreneur who’s made a good life for himself. I’ve had a few intimate relationships, but none have lasted. Probably because I haven’t been able to be my authentic self. See, in my heart, I’m a pup. I want to curl into a wonderful Daddy and be petted, stroked, and praised. I long for piles with other puppies where we play and I can make friends. But who’s going to accept a forty-five-year-old man into that puppy pile?

Arnav

When I spot a good-looking man across the a BDSM playroom, I see myself twenty years from now. Only I hope I’ll have a smile instead of a forlorn look. I approach him, and learn he wants to be a pup. That’s great because I was made to be a Daddy, and becoming the handler for a sweet pup is no problem at all. Most people think I’m too young. Too inexperienced. Foster, though, sees the real me. The man who will happily give him what he truly wants

Lorcan

I had the world in the palm of my hand until a false accusation sent everything to hell. I’ve spent the past year struggling to reclaim my life. At fifty-two, though, I honestly feel my best years are behind me. Then my friend suggests I join him at Club Kink for pup night. Not sure how he knew I’d be interested, but it’s a night that changes my life.

Cody

When I came out as gay at sixteen, things got so rough I was barely making it through my days. A great therapist helped me survive, and even thrive. Now, as a newly minted psychologist, I hope to make that kind of difference for my own patients, LGBTQ or not. Inside, though, I have one more secret even my therapist never knew. And finally, I’ve found the courage to attend pup night at Club Kink. I keep telling my clients they need to reach for what’s important to their hearts. Tonight I’m reaching for mine, and hoping I find someone who wants what I have to offer.

Jai

Six years ago, the guy I thought I loved told all my friends that I liked to wear paws and a tail and crawl on the floor being a puppy, He turned my private play into a cruel joke, and I ran. Left my friends, my family, home, job, as well as my puppy play group, and tried to let distance and time heal those wounds. Now, I’ve been given the chance to serve as the director of the new Mission City Pride Camp for teens. But my fresh start turns sour when someone starts leaving dog treats on my desk. Can I stand up to bullying this time, and show these kids they have a right to be themselves? Or am I going to run again?

Demetrius

When my best friend got cancer, marrying her was the only real help I could give. Then she died, and I was left trying to single-parent my hurting step-sons without her. When Tommy tells me he’s being bullied for being gay, I desperately want to help him gain resources to survive and thrive. Enrolling him at Pride Camp is step one, and I’m delighted to find the director is a pup I loved playing with back at Whatsup Pup Club. If anyone knows about being bullied and inner strength, it’s Jai. I’d love to reconnect with him on a personal level, too, but he keeps pretending he doesn’t recognize me. I figure leaving him reminder gifts is a good place to start, to show him I’m interested in man and pup. But he seems more and more stressed, and I wonder if I have it wrong. Is there any chance he’ll let me be the Daddy I was for those short, sweet moments seven years ago? Can I take a load off his shoulders, or will he shut me out forever?