The Sacred Heart of Pup Play

Hey pup,

In case you didn’t know, pup/puppy play is a scene in kink in which people act like dogs — they 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 pup play photoshoot with Eric Schwabel), but it wasn’t him — it was his doppelgänger, a handsome 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 actually legal in Alabama. 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 explicitly 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 impersonate 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 each of 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 what 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 sexual 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, prefer something gentler — a sweet, playful scene focused on caretaking in which the puppy headspace is considered something like therapy, not a form of degradation.

I like degradation. 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 — “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 really semantics and minutia between slightly different versions of the same general scene, which is itself a fringe scene within the kink community. Although pup — the milder version — seems to be rapidly increasing in popularity, so I’m not sure it’ll be fringe in kink for much longer. I think the gentle, nurturing “pupspace” is attractive for a lot of beginner kinky men who might feel threatened or uncomfortable with the more hardcore scenes. I think “pup” is good beginner kink.

But why do we do any of this? It’s hard to answer that. Sex is fun, of course, 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.

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. I can leave a good kink session feeling like I’ve meditated for hours — like a weight has been lifted from my 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 yourself. Sensations in that submissive space are stronger, connections deeper, and pleasure 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 enjoy it — that we have innate urges to control, subjugate, and dehumanize others. Evidence shows that we 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 desires safely and with a community of people who can teach and help each other.

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

tape bondage

If BDSM is my way of releasing anger, what is dog play? What, if anything, 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 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 all 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 humans are animals with thumbs and a decent brain. I believe in no afterlife, no objective ethics. I believe most things we believe are “real” are actually subjective inventions. My religion became a journey of breaking down constructs to discover the animal in me — to permit my carnality to rise to the surface — which is partially why I enjoy really rough sex. It allows me to unleash this part of myself and explore my cravings without shame or self-denial.

That’s the sacred heart of my kink — the kernel within my sex life that feels almost religion. Sex, for all purposes, is my ritual, my faith, my liturgy. Intense sex as religious practice has ancient precedent in the kama sutra, and nearly all pre-Christian, polytheistic faiths celebrated sex as a release of spiritual energy. They all recognized masculine and feminine energies in the world and maintained that we could connect to these energies through pleasure. While I don’t believe in anthropomorphizing nature into binary spirits, I do think there’s a grain of truth in our instinctive certainty that connecting to our base, animal selves elevates us — going lower makes us high.

The sex I love lets me growl and retreat into a place without words. In pursuing it, I’ve found a lovely community of fellow practitioners — companions in the hunt for our true selves. Together, we peek beneath social norms to see the truth. I am revealed when I get on all fours.

Love, Beastly

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2 Comments

  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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