The Sacred Heart of Pup Play

For the uninitiated, pup play is a scene in kink in which people act like dogs — we bark, roughhouse, and play in pup mode. I consider “pup” a predominantly submissive headspace. Dominants may be other pups — called “alpha pups” — or pup “handlers.”

On Scuff a few weeks ago, I saw a handsome man on the global feed. He looked like my friend Eric, Mr. Los Angeles Leather 2014 (pictured below from his photoshoot with Eric Schwabel), but it wasn’t him — it was his doppelganger, a handler of submissive pups. I messaged him. At first glance, our kinks seemed perfectly aligned — but after chatting, I realized we enjoyed two different versions of the pup scene.

handler

First, let me disambiguate a common misconception. Pup play is not the same thing as bestiality — a question I’ve been asked more than once. “Bestiality” is the practice of humans having sex with animals, which is legal in Alabama. “Puppy play” or “pup play” is a kink practice between two humans and does not involve any actual canines.

Pup play is a form of “pet play,” one of several role-play fetish scenes that are often sexual in nature but don’t have to be. Pup play is on the kink/BDSM spectrum because it involves an erotic power dynamic. Most role-play, sexual and otherwise, involves people impersonating stereotypes — nurses, doctors, cops, and other fetishized professions. Pet play is where people act like their animal counterparts.

GOGO Puppy at the Pig Pup Beer Bust at SF Eagle. Image courtesy of DeviantDogSnaps (deviantdogsnaps.tumblr.com).

There are different kinds of pet play — kitty play, pony play, and more — and sex usually goes along with them. Pups enjoy roughhousing, licking, getting petted, getting “rewarded” for good behavior, and getting “punished” for playful disobedience.

The man on Scruff was into a milder version of pup play than I’m familiar with — and If I’m honest, the word “pup” is somewhat new to me. When I first got into this scene, my sir at the time called it “dog training.” I now understand that “dog,” when applied to the context of kink role-play, defines a rougher, more intense BDSM scene, one which usually involves spanking, verbally abusive tops, hardcore sex, and more. That’s the version of pup play I’m into, but I also recognize that many pups and handlers, like the handsome man I chatted with, enjoy something a bit gentler — a sweet, playful scene focused on caretaking in which the puppy headspace is considered therapy, not degredation.

I like degredation. People who enjoy the gentler version consider it more of an erotic headspace than a BDSM practice (you wouldn’t, they argue, beat or whip your pet). Tops in the rougher version — call it “dog play” — are rough, dominating alphas. Tops in pup play are kind, caring handlers — people you trust for discipline and affection, love and nurturing.

But all this is semantics and minutia between slightly different versions of the same general scene, which is itself a micro-scene in the kink community, which is a fringe — albeit global — populace. A reasonable question may be asked: why do people do any of this?

It’s hard to say. It’s fun, yes, but I think there’s a deeper reason. I believe pet play — and kink in general — comes from something deeper and more primal in the human psyche.

There are countless different styles of hoods and muzzles for guys into pup play. Image courtesy of DeviantDogSnaps (devaintdogsnaps.tumblr.com)

Human sexual practices are more than surface detail. Someone who has allowed themselves to enjoy BDSM (bondage, domination, sadism, and masochism) has discovered a healthy outlet for their natural violent urges — a way to release and explore the impulse to hurt and be hurt. This can be very therapeutic. You leave a good kink session feeling like you’ve meditated for hours — like a weight has been lifted from your body. It’s the same sensation some people describe after intense sports — an adrenaline rush, a strange combination of fear and arousal, where you retreat into your body. Sensations are stronger, connections feel deeper, and pleasure is maximized and expanded by pain.

Most people don’t like to admit their inner violence, but the human urge for violence is peppered throughout our culture. From sports to movies, we are surrounded by evidence that violence is fun and that we have innate urges to control, subjugate, and dehumanize others. Evidence shows that we can slip into mental states of being controlled, subjugated, and dehumanized easily. These truths reveal themselves in our darkest acts of depravity: people ganging up on a gender-ambiguous person in broad daylight, prisoner torture at Abu Ghraib, and teenagers violently attacking an old man.

We like hurting each other, and sometimes we like getting hurt — because it feels good. BDSM lets us explore these animalistic desires safely and with a community of people who can teach each other.

During one of my hardest sessions, I suddenly felt indescribable anger at my father. I started crying. I realized that I hold a lot of pent-up anger against him that never gets released in my daily life. When the scene was over, I felt like a weight had been lifted from me. It was like intense meditation, except with rope and leather gear.

tape bondage

If BDSM is my way of releasing anger, what is dog play, and what does it reveal about me? I think the answer to that is very simple. I want to shed the stress, responsibility, and control that come with being an active, socially engaged, adult person.

I don’t believe in any god, but it took me a while to call myself an atheist. I dabbled first through Buddhism and Islam, then through Pagan and mystic philosophies, before realizing religion was not for me. That trend of disbelief and questioning continued into ethics, law, culture, and the basic assumptions of human-versus-animal, right-versus-wrong, and male-versus-female that are ingrained in our society.

In the end, I believed almost nothing. Today I believe man is an animal with thumbs and a good brain. I believe in no afterlife, no objective ethic. I believe most things we think are “real” are actually subjective inventions of language. My religion became a journey of breaking down constructs to discover the animal in me — permitting my carnality to come to the surface — which is why I love really rough sex. It allows me to unleash the animal and explore my cravings for violence and pain without shame or self-denial.

That’s the sacred heart of my kink — my connection to it that feels quasi-religious. Intense sex as religious practice has ancient precedent in the kama sutra, and nearly all pre-Christian, polytheistic faiths celebrated sex as the release of spiritual energy. They all recognized masculine and feminine energies in the world and maintained that we could connect to these energies through erotic pleasure. While I don’t believe in anthropomorphizing nature into binary energies, I do think there’s a grain of truth in our instinct that connecting to our base, animal selves elevates us — going lower makes us high.

The sex I love lets me growl like a dog, and it’s delivered me to a lovely community of practitioners — companions in the hunt for our true selves. Together, we go underneath social norms and practices to see the truth. I am revealed when I get on all fours.

Beastly

 

Above Image: Learn more at humanpups.com

1 Comment

  1. While it’s not one of my kinks, I have a few friends that are “pups.” And it legitimately makes them happy and that is all that matters.
    However, your article really made me think about not just pup play, but all kinks. And you make so many good points. Very well written and both informative and though provoking.

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