10. Tony
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I t was only a training collar. I reminded myself of the fact as I buckled it at the back of his neck. It had been my plan, too. My idea. I should be the one in control of it.
I was in control. I just hadn’t expected control to feel this meaningful. Just as I hadn’t expected Jaime to go from zero to a hundred in two seconds flat. Or how I hadn’t expected anything sexual to happen. I still had to check in with him about it later. I didn’t think I’d taken more liberties than I’d been granted, and he’d definitely enjoyed it.
I wasn’t one to deviate from plans. Plans were good. They were there for a reason. Multiple reasons.
“You said physical activity helped you, didn’t you?” I adjusted the collar so the O-ring sat at the front and center of his neck.
Jaime’s first reaction was cocking his head to the side. Note to self: He took a while to recover after an orgasm. He was sickeningly out of character and sweet after one, too.
It wasn’t a complaint.
“Woof!”
There it was—that enthusiasm I was more used to seeing in him when his face was half hidden behind a hood.
His eyes shone as he held my gaze. I took it as a good sign.
“So, here’s what we’re going to do. Listen up, pup.” I gave the leash a soft tug just to test the locking mechanism. Jaime wiggled. I started talking before he got any ideas that involved his rougher side. “You see this is an extendable leash? That’s because you’re going to run a lap around the room and back to me. Each lap gets you a cookie and twenty seconds where everything is game.”
I’d been pondering about it on my way here and while I’d browsed the different leashes in the animal store—and avoided all the questions from the staff about how big or energetic my dog was. Partly, it was motivation for him. Something told me that as enthusiastic as Jaime could get over sugar, that wasn’t going to get me his obedience for long.
Mostly, it was a challenge to myself. And proof to him—that I could take him, whatever he wanted to dish out, within the time limit. I didn’t doubt that he could get into a whole world of trouble in twenty seconds, but it gave me a semblance of a safety net.
Jaime cocked his head to the side again. I watched him for a couple of seconds. He pawed at my leg before his head lolled to the other side, making his ears wobble. The same way a confused pup would do.
“You can ask for belly rubs,” I said. I’d prepared for this. “You can sniff or lick whatever you want. You can hump. No limits other than the time limit. Then you’re back to running laps.”
I thought he’d need more of an explanation or encouragement. Maybe he’d pretend to be grumpy about it.
Nope.
I’d barely finished talking, and he took off. I had to be quick to unlock the leash. I’d gotten the longest one they had in stock and tested the length would be enough when I came here and realized Jaime hadn’t made it yet. I still remained tense as he ran on all fours.
It was a sight. I didn’t think it would do much for me, but with all of Jaime’s muscles on display… He was more athletic than I’d first thought. It turned out, athleticism was one of the things that pulled me to someone.
“Woof!” He wasn’t even out of breath, and he all but skidded the last few inches in his attempt to reach me.
“Good boy.” I shook my head as I turned around to get one of the cookies from the jar I’d shoved them in.
I didn’t always have chocolate cookies at hand, so it had been his luck that I found a packet hidden in the back of a kitchen cabinet. He wolfed it down in no time the second I had it in my fingers.
“Easy, pup.”
He just grunted something while chewing on the cookie. I rolled my eyes.
“Your twenty seconds start now.”
I made him notice the timer I was setting up on my watch. Jaime swallowed the rest of the cookie quickly before throwing himself at me. Between my legs, to be exact. I inhaled a sharp breath and gave him a nod. That was all the encouragement he needed to bury himself against the pouch covering my cock. He sniffed and mouthed, leaving saliva on the leather. I didn’t care.
My nostrils flared. This whole day was really going off the rails. I’d expected sitting down while the pup burned off some energy. I hadn’t expected things to turn sexual so quickly—or to stay that way. I grunted as Jaime’s tongue dragged from the base of my covered cock to the tip.
The alarm on my watch rang.
I needed to take a deep breath before I could grab the back of Jaime’s head and tug him away.
“Go on, pup. Show me that stamina of yours.”
This time, he didn’t take off as quickly. It was a powerful thing—knowing I was affecting him this much. Knowing I wanted to have this much of an effect on him.
It was what pulled me into BDSM, what kept me coming back to explore Domspace. It wasn’t a specific kink or honorific that I was after. I didn’t care if I got someone there by spanking them, tying them to a bed, having them kneel before me, pissing on them, or drawing them a bath while they colored and told me about their day.
It was about having someone completely relying on me, looking at me for direction, for guidance. I thrived when a sub was so lost in their own headspace that they left every single decision to me—when they forgot everything else existed except for me and the need to please me.
Six laps later, he didn’t look any readier to stop running, but seven cookies was more than enough for one day, wasn’t it? Or that was the excuse I’d give if he asked. Truthfully, my control was slipping. Jaime had set it as his goal to use his twenty seconds for some not really negotiated edging. I had given him a green light for anything goes, but for fuck’s sake, I didn’t think he was going to leave me shivering every single time.
Right now, he’d pushed my hand to his belly, and it should be innocent enough. Giving pups belly rubs was fun. I didn’t have a lot of experience—there were more queer pups than straight ones, and the latter would’ve been the ones I’d played with in the past—but I’d watched enough.
Of course, Jaime had different plans. I hadn’t been rubbing his belly for five seconds before he pushed my arm with both paws. He paused right at the edge of his shorts. His pupils were dilated as he looked up at me expectantly.
My breath hitched.
This.
This was where I wanted him.
“You want to come again, pup?”
Barks forgotten, he bobbed his head up and down.
I clicked my tongue but didn’t comment.
“Did you like it when I rubbed you earlier?” I asked instead. He was trying so hard to stay upright, to not slump down against my shoulder. “Want me to do it again?”
I moved my hand lower as he wanted. I didn’t sneak it beneath his shorts this time, though. No, I kept it over his covered crotch while I spoke. And I watched as he struggled to breathe, to stay still, to not grind his hips against my fingers.
He learned fast.
“Can I take these off, pup?”
Jaime’s breath stuttered. He froze for a second. I waited him out. Panicking with him or rushing for an apology was not what the pup needed.
Again, he nodded. This time, he did succumb and slumped down. His breath was hot against my shoulder.
I straightened. It was almost reflex at this point. He’d been nuzzling my neck earlier, sometime between his second and fourth lap, while rocking his hips on my lap. My entire body was attuned and sensitive to him.
I slid off the straps of the singlet first. Thankfully, I’d noticed the tail was detachable or I’d be struggling to figure out how to do the next step. “I’ll put your tail back on after your clothes are off, okay, pup?”
Jaime nodded against my neck. I couldn’t gauge how much he was processing, but I didn’t stop to question it too much. Instead, I twisted the silicone tail until the magnet keeping it attached to the plug popped. I couldn’t say I’d seen the system before, but it was convenient. A two toys in one kind of deal.
Jaime’s breath quickened slightly. I made quick work of taking off his shorts. Popping the tail back onto the magnet mechanism took longer, but I got it eventually while keeping a hand on his lower back.
“There you go.” I spoke while leaving the garment on one of the mats. “Are you good?”
I pulled him back a couple of inches as I asked so that I could read his face. I’d never seen him out of his rubber suit while he was in one of the rooms here. Even if it was just the two of us, and I’d reserved the room for two more hours, I wanted to make sure before I started telling him how fucking handsome he was.
“Woof!”
It was wobblier than it had been before, but I didn’t think it was because he was doubting himself. It just sounded like he was trying to get back to that place where he had more control. Or where he believed he had more control. There was a difference, albeit it wasn’t one he’d be too keen of.
“Good pup.” I praised him regardless while I moved my hand up and down his side. It dawned on me that his wasn’t like the naked bodies I was used to having on top of me. I tightened my hold on him before I could go there. “So obedient for me. I’d say that deserves a reward, don’t you think?”
Jaime moaned. He screwed his eyes shut while parting his lips.
“Shall I make you come again, pup?” I waited until he nodded to move my hand down his hip bone. “Rest your head back on my shoulder. I’ve got you.”
Before he could do that, I unclasped the leash from the collar and let it drop on the mats. The sound startled him, but he complied easily, a soft sigh leaving his lips. Not that he was going to remain so compliant. Before I could move a muscle, he was already rocking his hips, humping my leg.
“Easy.” I patted the side of his ass to get him to lift up. “You don’t want me to have to punish you now, do you?”
A grunt was the response I got.
Fair enough.
Somehow, now that he was on my lap and completely exposed, touching him felt bigger. Jaime confirmed he felt the same by the full-body shiver and the gasp that accompanied it the second the pads of my fingers were on his slick crotch.
“I love your body,” I said. Talking was something that always helped bring me back to a scene, to not get lost in feelings or anything else that might be going on outside of it. My lips ghosted over his neoprene-covered temple. “I’ve kept an eye on you since you first joined the club, did you know that?”
Jaime mumbled something I didn’t catch. He bucked his hips, grinding against my fingers. I flicked my fingers faster, alternating with rougher rubs where I applied more pressure. I’d been researching this. I didn’t think he had a lot of bottom growth, but it still felt different than every other clit I’d played with in the past.
Not so different that I didn’t feel confident about getting him off. Jaime was vocal enough I didn’t need to worry about getting feedback. Even if he wasn’t screaming or letting out exaggerated moans, his breath became more ragged, his grunts deeper, pressing desperation slipping into his vocal cords until it was all I heard.
His body was even more of an open book than he was. With his face buried against my neck, it felt safer, even if I was sure that wasn’t the right word, to take him in—from his angular jawline and long neck to his darker nipples and the faint scars beneath his chest, to his abdomen and the divots by his hip bones. Jaime worried that I saw him as an edgier version of the gender he’d been assigned at birth, but it didn’t even cross my mind to do such a thing.
I just wanted to make him come undone. Craved it.
I committed every sound he made to memory. Every gasp, grunt, moan, whimper he tried to quell biting his lip. His hood was in the way, but some things were universal.
The sounds were becoming more guttural, coming closer together, when Jaime used his gloved hand to push my arm—again, might I add. He had that whole topping from the bottom stint down.
I paused as I realized where he was trying to move me.
“You want me to finger your front hole, pup?” I didn’t utter another word until he answered with a grunt and a nod. “Want me to fill you up?”
The sound Jaime made was not one I’d heard from him before. It was the purest, most unfiltered whimper. His body responded with him when he couldn’t verbalize that need, that craving. I was right there with him.
He was ready enough I could push two fingers in easily. My groan intermingled with his as his muscles clamped around me, squeezing as if that was the whole reason for their existence.
“Good pup,” I breathed out.
Jaime shivered at the praise. Or maybe it was the way I started pumping my fingers in and out. Or a combination of the two. I didn’t want to go slow with him. He didn’t need me to go slow when I could almost taste his orgasm right there.
Even if that wasn’t a factor, one thing that was becoming clear about Jaime? He didn’t want me soft. He didn’t want anyone soft, treating him with care and going slow. He wanted roughness. He wanted to feel owned.
I was starting to think of ways to make him see that, to make him accept it, to show him—and myself—that I could give him what he was craving.
In the meantime, I focused on following his body’s cues, on keeping up the rhythm and building the pressure when he clenched all around me. Hood or not, I was pretty sure he blacked out for a second. He came with his entire body, every muscle getting loose as waves of pleasure washed through him. There was something about witnessing it. It almost felt like reverence.
“That’s it.” I stopped moving my fingers, but I stayed inside, letting his muscles milk me as he rode the waves. “Breathe through it, pup.”
Jaime whimpered. More shivers ran down his body. I wouldn’t lie and say I wasn’t working on my heart rate too as he recovered. The sight of him, undone like this? It almost had me reenacting my days as a repressed teenager.
For some reason, instead of sobering me up, the thought made me think of the way Jaime had been edging me with his twenty seconds, with no relenting in sight.
“I’m surprised you didn’t bring your puppy cock.” I spoke the thing that had my mouth drying up. “I think I would’ve let you use it.”
The words made Jaime tense. I held my breath. The heart rate I’d been working on? It was through the roof again.
Jaime huffed before bringing his gloved hand to his hood. He mimicked well enough he wanted it off.
“Let me,” I said before frustration took hold of him and all that post-orgasm haze that had his body nice and relaxed faded.
He had one of those more expressive hoods that only covered his face and were clasped at the back, so I didn’t have to focus on not hurting him by accidentally pinching skin. Instead, I unclasped the buckle at the back, took it off, then placed it carefully on the mat beside me.
“I kind of hate you right now” was the thing that left his mouth the second the hood was off.
He cleared his throat.
I watched his face. He was slightly red faced, a light sheen of sweat dampening the hair around his temples. His lips were slick with saliva, reddened from all the biting he must’ve done in his failed attempts to stay quiet.
In short, he looked completely debauched—enough to soften the blow of his words.
“Do I wanna know why?”
I slid out of his hole as I asked, his body giving more resistance than I would’ve expected. There was a soft squelching sound as my fingers popped free, slick with his fluids.
“Because I didn’t bring my cock so I didn’t freak you out?” He licked his lips. He sounded out of breath. It made it hard to assign a lot of value to his words or the way he rolled his eyes. “This is what behaving for once gets me.”
I pinched his side. “This attitude is not… How do you say it? Giving behaving.”
Jaime snorted. “It’s all you’re getting.”
“Is it?” I retorted.
He didn’t answer, not for a minute. I had to get him some water, but I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to miss whatever storms were clouding around him. Jaime was one of those people who carried everything on his face. When he thought, his eyes darted around as if he was seeing the arguments in front of him, reading through them and replaying them.
It was a good thing I didn’t move. I would’ve missed the way he froze; the way he chewed on the inside of his cheek before looking up at me with the most unguarded look I’d seen on him.
“Please tell me I can spend the night at your place.” He swallowed, lifting a still-gloved hand before I could answer. “I, I don’t care about the puppy cock, but I don’t want to crash down from this. Please.”
I breathed out, curling my fingers around his wrist to lower his arm again. “You can.”
Was my reputation so bad here that the idea that I wouldn’t give the aftercare he needed was a genuine fear?
The sour taste in my stomach that followed the unasked question was not unfamiliar, but it wasn’t precisely welcome.
“Good.” There was more swallowing that followed the single word. “Um. Can you get me a blanket? I’m not a nudist.”
Unlike Sergio, I bet he wanted to say.
I appreciated the reprieve, even if the unspoken words hit me just the same.
“Of course.” I shook the thought off. “I’ll get you some water, too.”
“What is it with all you D-types and hydration?” he mumbled.
I didn’t think he cared for an actual answer to the question, so I placed him on the mats and stood up. The leather of my pants creaked—or maybe it was my knees. I ignored it.
All the rooms had at least one wardrobe with blankets and other aftercare items, so that’s where I headed. If I pushed down on my erection while I was at it, it was nobody’s business. I didn’t care about him getting me off, but I was definitely getting off to everything that had gone down today the second I had a chance.
Blanket and water first.
We had bottles of water by the bar, but there were a few emergency drinks with electrolytes in a minifridge hidden inside the same wardrobe. I grabbed one of those and would add it to my tab later.
“Drink up.”
Jaime didn’t protest when I handed him the bottled drink. He didn’t as I wrapped the blanket around him either. It wasn’t one of the fluffiest ones, but it was soft to the touch.