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Pran glared at the computer with a puzzled frown overtaking his features. His entire conscious was completely engrossed by how perverted this sort of play was: I mean no more perverted than what we usually do he thought but somehow the intense submission of power and overwhelming vulgarity of it appeared “wrong” in its own essence. Crawling around on hands and knees meowing, or hopping like a bunny, or wearing a saddle like a horse- just the thought made a heated blush overtake his face.
He let out a slight frustrated breath questioning what enjoyment anyone could get from something so embarrassing? He clicked on another web page with a sigh, despite his frustration, still fully determined to understand the pleasure of this side of BDSM even if it didn’t appeal to him. Recently, Pat had suggested they try some new kinks since by now they had gone over the basics of BDSM like: spanking, restraints, public sex, consensual non-consent, you know the stuff that everyone tries when they first get into it. Pran hadn’t been abrasive at all fully enjoying each one equally as much as his boyfriend but he just doesn’t get pet play whatsoever.
Pat had suggested it in passing when they first mentioned what the other might be interested in, he has complied with Pat’s earlier demands and had taken full delight in each one but this time he was honestly stumped. Pet play, huh? He had thought earlier. It was an easy demand in itself however, none of this appealed to him as he researched it but he wanted to understand, needed to for Pat.
His eyes scanned another article slightly exasperated however, this time he drew to a pause as he read the title- “The Psychology of Puppy Play: A Phenomenological Investigation.” Puppy play, would this be something he and Pat would be interested in?
“Puppy play is an activity which takes place within the broad category of dominant/submissive (D/s) interactions, the defining feature of which is the relationship between one or more “pups,” humans who take on the persona and attributes of dogs for the duration of the scene, and either a “handler,” who remains human but takes on the role of dog owner/dominant, or with other “pups”,” as Pran read this he couldn’t help his thoughts stray to Pat in the role of a puppy, it caused him to swallow even though his throat was already dry.
It had unexpectedly definitely piqued his interest.
Pran dug further into those thoughts, not wanting to let this wave of inspiration escape his mind. Pat was already similar to a puppy in his eyes so it wasn’t that big of a stretch: Pat running to him when he came home (even though, sometimes he does so that but) this time on all fours, a fluffy tail and a pair of golden ears now being his identifying features. Those eyes instead of fierce softened by the dominant exterior Pran would display, he can practically see the faux innocence in those eyes mixing with lust.
He lets a smirk display on his face and lets out a breath of arousal to calm down his hunger. He lets himself fantasise a bit longer, thoughts of Pat shaking his hips a bit as he walks on his hands and knees, yes, embarrassing but so fitting he realises. Would Pat enjoy that? He wonders looking further into the article and notices quotes from those who participate in puppy play, “It’s much more service orientated so it’s kind of wanting to be of service, wanting to express my love, devotion or respect for someone by being of service to them whether that’s physically, emotionally, financially, sexually or what.”
Pat could definitely be described as a service top even if he doesn’t top all the time Pran laments licking over his dry lips and nods to himself in confirmation- he wants to try this with Pat.
That’s when he hears the keys in the door jingle and frantically clicks off the article going back to his PowerPoint presentation of the new architecture project he’s working on. Even though he’s sure now, the embarrassment is still permeating low in his belly mixing with the previous heat, he needs to research more and find a safe place to purchase the bondage gear he needs for this.
“I’m home. Work was hell today. Papa came by, said he needed to talk to this client in person; apparently, he’s high status or something and wants to confirm everything personally,” Pat scoffs, “but the only confirming he did was brown nosing him all evening while I did all the work and then after I arrive back on site, he decides to start an argument,” Pat rolls his eyes and slightly rambles on, taking off his shoes and rolling up the sleeves on his jacket.
Pran nods in understanding still slightly surprised but keeping his composure, “We’ve talked about not engaging when he instigates a fight before, Pat” Pran says with a growing look of sympathy and a soft smile fixated fully on Pat’s ramblings.
“I know but he’s just so aggravating,” he pouts, “I haven’t eaten since lunch, can we order in?”
“You can if you want but I made some curry, might have gone a bit cold though so you’ll need to heat it up.”
Pat’s lips crease into a wide familiar smile, which really makes the golden retriever image of him crystal clear in Pran’s head, “I could never deny any of your famous curry, baby” he replies sweetly walking over to him and kissing his cheek. “What you up to, baby?” he asks looking at the computer screen turning his head slightly to the side, Pran can’t help his imagination wander at his boyfriend’s cuteness a small blush on his face.
“Just the project presentation I was telling you about this morning,” they slowly fall into their routine discussion about their day momentarily forgetting their worries while looking at one another, to the point that Pran almost forgets about the puppy play collar and leash he was thinking of purchasing… Almost.
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When Pran is at work, in the next few days, he receives a notification in his emails that his package is arriving soon. So, throughout his meeting, there’s a small pleased smile on his face and he looks as if he is practically buzzing with excitement, at some point people begin asking him if he’s doing anything good on the weekend, leading him to answer with fake dinner plans or his favourite road trip ideas he has planned for the future.
His research surrounding puppy play was, as with other things, through and extensive: he made sure what he ordered was top quality and unable to snag skin, the collar was made of vegan leather and had an adjustable strap perfectly suited for Pat’s sun-kissed skin at his throat. Pran was sure the black would look beautiful against it; however, it had a slightly rugged look to it as though it was meant for a bigger dog. He had looked through numerous ones to find something the most fitting for a golden retriever, even the O-ring was a shiny silver and though it looked ornamental was perfect for a tight leash. The leash itself was a raven black too and looked a bit intimidating almost like a whip with its exterior and slightly stretchy quality, perfect for a naughty dog Pran thought…
Pat knew he shouldn’t have but curiosity killed the cat… or in his case the dog.
When he received the package addressed to Pran he was mostly surprised since Pran preferred to buy things in person unless he was busy or it was something too embarrassing to buy in person and since he was off work for the past few days (not that it stopped him from working) that only left one option. He placed it on the kitchen counter close to the door when it arrived, for a total of 15 painstakingly long minutes he continued to glace over at it in certain increments when the football match on the TV seemed to drag on.
He was practically vibrating in his seat on the couch until the mystery became too scintillating not to uncover. As he ripped off the tape and opened the box, he reasoned that it’s not as if Pran would be upset since he’s opened his mail for him before and even if he was a bit embarrassed, Pran would look cute blushing and as a bonus, Pat might even get punished which was a good enough reason as any to pry.
When he got past the packaging though he knew that punishment was in the bag, a mischievous smirk instantly lit up his face and his sparkling eyes looked gleefully at the collar and leash as he picked them up. He wondered how his lover could find something that suited Pat so much, it was perfect enough to bring him to his knees permeating a painstaking need for submission low in his stomach.
“You stupid dog.”
Pat gasped when he heard Pran’s cold voice, it immediately sent a shiver of terror up his spine however, his smile felt uncontrollable as he turned around to look at his adorable boyfriend practically red in the face with a mix of shame and anger. It never failed to amuse him how Pran could be so shameless in bed but then suddenly look so embarrassed from just a few bondage toys.
Pran looked a bit unsure of himself at first so Pat decided to give him his wide, innocent puppy eyes he used whenever he was ready to submit after being caught doing something bad.
At that, his lover’s face finally relaxed, only a tinge of rage present so Pat immediately dropped the collar and leash faking fear yet they both knew the excitement was eating away at him. His lower lip wobbled, his eyes widened comically and Pran sighed, I love this stupid man he thought.
When Pran took a few steps closer, Pat took in a large breath pretending to gasp as he backed up, “I- I didn’t mean to! It was a mistake; I didn’t think it was going to be a- a” he stuttered exhilaration running through his blood.
“A- a- a collar and leash?” Pran mocked getting closer to Pat as he backed up strategically closer to the windows leading to the balcony, “You couldn’t have been a bit patient?” Pran asked picking up the collar and leash whilst walking towards Pat.
The leash looks like a whip Pat acknowledges wanting to submit instantly as he’s pressed up to the windows, the icy coolness mixing with Pran’s measured, hot breath as he closes in is so tempting, “I’m sorry, sir” he replies a blush slightly domineering his face from his unusually quick defeat.
Pran forces a hold of Pat by his chin leering down into his eyes, the need is already thumping deep inside of Pat making him bite his bottom lip as he looks back at those eyes filled with adoration and slight distain, he lets a needy moan slip out.
Pran is so caught off guard by the noise he finds himself unable to hold back an endeared laugh to which Pat whines, “I was so ready to submit, why are you killing the mood baby?”
“Well firstly, we haven’t even talked about puppy play yet and you totally ruined the surprise that I had so intricately planned out,” Pran argues back holding the leash and collar looking them over in an approving manner fiddling with them to make sure the material would be suited for Pat’s skin.
“I couldn’t help myself; it was too exciting of a mystery.”
“You must have been really bored if an online order is the most exciting thing that’s happened to you all day,” Pran says in a mocking fashion rolling his eyes.
“The football game on TV was a complete farce and my instincts were right, weren’t they?” Pat boasts with a triumphant smile.
Pran ignores him while continuing to survey the collar and leash making sure it’s suited to his standards and lets out a hum of contentment when finally satisfied. “Well, I guess you know what I want to try then?” Pran asks a slight bought of anxiety filling his voice, “I know it might be a bit much-”
It’s adorable how those dimples come out even when he’s anxious so he quickly gives them a soft peck which cuts off Pran’s speech, “I wanna act like a dog for you.” Pat says with wide shining eyes full of excitement, “Can I be your puppy, Pran?”
Pran lets a smile overtake his face, able to forego his worries, “No one else would do pup.”
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Ultimately, whenever they do a new sort of play, they go over boundaries and safe words, for instance with consensual non-consent Pat didn’t want to be blindfolded as seeing Pran’s face would ground him and make him feel safe even if the play was intense. With that, they roleplayed Pran “raping” Pat in their old school uniforms which they savoured all night leading them to an aftercare session. Since then, they had done it again occasionally.
With puppy play though the boundaries were different, Pat was comfortable with being blindfolded, degraded, and treated fully like a dog but didn’t want to pee like one which Pran fully understood and agreed with. As much as their tastes were extensive, water sports however, was not on their list. They even went into the details of public pet play and decided they were comfortable with it as long as no one saw them.
Pran wanted to start with something small at first and Pat complied eagerly. They usually used the same safe words, the stop light system.
“Recite it for me.”
“Red means stop, Yellow means slow down or readjust and green means it’s all good, go.” Pat recites perfectly.
“Good boy,” Pran smirked petting Pat’s head, “clothes off,” he commands to which Pat instantly complies taking off his too many years old, faded ‘baseball mom’ tank top and shorts. He haphazardly folds them as Pran would usually command keeping on his boxers, before getting up to place them down on the dresser in their bedroom.
He lets out a breath to calm his excitement and steady himself.
When he gets back to the living room Pran sits on the couch with his button-down shirt sleeves rolled up and his legs crossed, he looks powerful and imposing. The glare placed on his face examines Pat’s body twice over before his signature domineering smirk is etched onto his features.
Pran gazes at him fully surveying his body before Pat approaches him on the couch, “Hands and knees slut” Pran hisses, the harshness and threat behind his words force Pat to instantly fall to the floor in the appropriate position, and he begins to crawl towards Pran redness slowly heating up his face, it’s so degrading Pat hangs his head, the shame electrifying every nerve in his body.
The alluring drag of his knees against the wood floors is cold even though his entire being is burning hot. Pat feels the stare radiating upon his body making a sudden feeling of confidence flood him, he naturally makes the curve of his hips more prominent and looks up at Pran with a smug leering face as the rug touches his knees, “colour?” Pran asks.
“Green,” he confirms before a hand grabs his hair forcing him to lift his body upwards, he knows it’s a light punishment for his egotistical display. However, the feeling courses sparks through his scalp, and the way his body is bent upwards in this slutty position makes him look weak and subdued.
“Sit,” Pat nods with a bit of difficulty, the pain fading from his scalp as he assumes the position on his knees, hands on the floor like a dog as he looks up at Pran. “Aw, who’s a good boy,” he teases before taking up the collar and fastening it with the clasp around Pat’s neck, he tightens it a respectable amount making sure it’s not crushing Pat’s windpipe before looking at him for confirmation to which Pat nods.
Pran can’t help but continue looking over the body below him, it’s strong and beautiful like usual but tempting now under the yellow lights in its own right. The six pack and muscles from his chest to his arms completely useless, this strong man looks malleable under his eyes with the way he squirms. Furthermore, the collar now entangled around his neck perfectly contrasts the skin making his face and entire image look sultry despite, the defiant fire still lighting up his fierce eyes.
He can’t help the thoughts that overrun his head as he loops a finger in the O-ring at his neck and tugs on it, demanding Pat’s head this way and that way to demonstrate his power. It’s a pure control tactic to communicate to Pat how he has no capacity to challenge, he learned it from a doming website (and fuck it works) and shows Pat how he should give everything up to his owner.
Pat lets out a needy sigh, the pull of the collar urging him to moan, the pressure is just right on his Adams apple and he practically feels giddy with it around his neck.
“You’re mine now, understand boy?” Pran imposes as he studies the delicious body presenting itself, Pat yaps in the way a dog would in confirmation as he peers up at Pran with the most innocent eyes and pouty lips hoping Pran will lose patience however, it just gets him a slap across his face. The string is remarkable, the way it paints his face encourages another yap with loud bouts of heavy breathing, he wants to cover it with his own hand but he knows he’s not allowed to move so he remains stationary engaging full eye contact with Pran.
“Don’t think you won’t be getting punished for opening your present early, that will happen slut but for now I’m going to enjoy you fully,” Pran growls and Pat nods as tears prick his eyes, “colour?”
“Green” Pat replies again.
“Good,” the momentum with which Pran slaps him again makes him feel immediately owned, he whimpers and presses his face against the thighs, he shifts to get closer to Pran’s middle slowly burying his nose as he captures a sniff which relaxes him. Pran’s familiar smell fills him grounding him instantly- turning him on further.
Pran’s breath hitches when he feels the friction and deep breaths against his crotch forcing a slow burn to linger in his belly. Just the image was stimulating enough so the feeling encourages the throbbing sensation to become imminent in his jeans.
Pat continues his sniffing and runs his nose over the erection, kissing over its still covered confines gently. He moans against it already anticipating the raw need to have the pressure of it against his lips and the stretch of his jaw as it fills his mouth however, Pran suddenly feels the urge to be cruel today and pulls him away by the collar.
Pat whines deeply, sniffling pathetically “masterrrr” he groans.
“That’s enough, you were not given permission to touch me” he glares snatching the leash, before raising it up and whacking Pat’s body with it, not only did the leash look like a whip it felt like one too. A loud cry explodes from Pat’s mouth as he is slapped to the side, Pran repeats the reprimanding hits a few times, and a myriad of red marks cover the sides of Pat’s body.
When Pat scowls up at him, his challenging gaze recovering trying to instigate a few more lashes, a foot is forced against his crotch urging him to promptly double over in pleasure and pain.
Pran grinds it down brutally as a punishment for his insolence whereby Pat moans, “fuckkk sir, master” his teary eyes closing and instantaneously weaker body losing its fighting spirit, “more, more, moremoremore fuck, please” he pants harder humping up against the foot, the perfect image of a dog.
A minute later he opens his eyes and discerns Pran’s mouth moving but is unable to hear him over his own intense pain and pleasure earning him a kick in the side, leaving him limp and slumped on his right.
“You’re not listening,” he sighs in a disapproving manner which makes Pat instantly stiff detesting the idea of disappointing his owner. “That’s better,” Pran confirms hooking the leash onto the O-ring of the collar, “You will sit there and only look at me understand pup?”
Pat whines but nods in agreement hoping to please Pran. He feels intense devotion for Pran when he gets treated like this, he abruptly imagines the inescapable destruction of his still and waiting body. Tantalising images disrupt his mind as his leash is pulled forcing him back into a sitting position, Pran smiles at him showing his adorable dimples, and begins to take off his shirt.
Pat begins to salivate as the button-down is removed slowly and sensually, each button undone offers a bit more as he eyes Pran’s chest: though Pran is not muscular like him his body is a bit paler and the power it has over him is sexy. The way it dismantles his defenses before Pran strikes instigate an urge to be his prey.
He begins to feel impatient at the image of Pran’s lean body as he folds the button down, patience has never been Pat’s strong suit however, presently he has to listen since he’s playing the role of a puppy. He has no choice and that makes this 10 times better.
Pran undoes his jeans pulling them down, the voyeuristic stare he detects from Pat incites a small giggle, he wraps the leash around his hand several times pulling on it here and there making Pat view different parts of his body: from his chest, to his crotch and to his legs that kick off his tailored fit work trousers. He still goes through the motions of folding it leisurely because at least one of them isn’t an animal, he makes a point of putting them to the side as he eyes Pat who already looks about ready to maul him.
He withdraws a bottle of lube from behind a couch cushion as he pulls down his boxers over his plump ass, he voluntarily pokes it out letting Pat stare at it. When he’s done giving a show he sits back down, and his cock is erect: slightly red at the tip while the length is the same colour as the rest of his body.
Even though, Pran is perceived as submissive he is almost the same in size as Pat but just not as girthy, the veins that run up and down his exposed cock are elegant and tempting. Something takes over Pat in that moment and he begins to surge forward but the leash instantly restricts him pulling his face to the side away from Pran’s unveiled lap.
He is slapped again in reprimand, “Stay still or you won’t be coming tonight.” he threatens with a roll of his eyes pushing Pat back with his outstretched leg.
He’s already needy and desperate but the way Pran turns one leg over and sticks out his butt on the couch is majestic, his ass is directed towards Pat’s face again and he loves the way Pran turns his head to look back at him.
His left hand grips the leash while his right reaches back now covered in lube, he circles his hole gently slapping his own butt a few times to tease himself letting out soft hisses at the sensation. Pat can barely hold back his urge to roll his tongue over Pran’s skin to ease the string.
Pran relinquishes a noise of approval as a finger touches his hole, he pushes it in gently and releases a moan as Pat inclines closer to the hole but he dares not touch it admittedly, not wanting to disobey Pran. The way the hole convulses when a second finger breaches him is beautiful- the pink spot is already looking sore from the way it was used last night but that doesn’t stop Pran from moaning at the sensation as he begins to scissor them inside.
“Ooo fuck puppy, can you see how badly I want you? I’ve been waiting for this all day, looking at you like this as I touch myself.” Pran lets out a breath he’s been holding back as he pushes the fingers all the way in pushing out his ass closer towards Pat’s face.
He moves them around slowly and then a bit faster until it finally touches his prostate making him let out a loud howl. His mouth is opened in a perfect o and he almost looks like he’s drooling but the power dynamic is still present in the essence of the collar around Pat’s neck which he’s sure will leave a red mark after all the pulling it’s been put through.
He’s so grateful to be able to see such a beautiful spectacle, he almost feels the need to worship Pran so he leans in a bit closer hesitantly and kisses Pran’s butt ever so gently. Pran stops his movements in surprise but continues as Pat persists with the kisses which turn into soft licking- the need for his own pleasure is abandoned as he leans in closer to Pran’s hole.
Another finger is added to the hole but Pat doesn’t care as he licks over the hole with all three fingers still inside, Pran lets out loud pants at that, “mmm pup,” he groans in warning but soon begins tugging the leash harder to pull him closer.
Pran removes his fingers as Pat begins to eat him out happily, thankful he’s not been stopped from relieving Pran.
He feels like he’s under water as he pushes his tongue inside Pran’s hole, the real world full of responsibilities and bills is washed away with it and he once again remembers these are his primal needs, all he could ever want is to be able to service and satisfy Pran. And finally, that’s what he’s been allowed to do.
Pran begins to move so Pat chases after the hole pausing only when he notices his boyfriend on all fours in doggy position on the couch: allowing him to dive in again. Pran can’t stop gaining gratification from shocks of pleasure against his hole as Pat regains his balance and licks inside further.
He pulls on the leash with the hand that has been entrapping it from the beginning so that he’s pulling Pat up, his face forcefully pulling away from Pran’s butt, up his back as he fumbles onto his feet in surprise.
Pat suddenly, realises his front is draped over his lover's back and his covered, hard cock is positioned in front of the hole previously occupied by his tongue as his boyfriend remains in position to take him inside, “hurry up already,” Pran groans in frustration.
Pat pulls his blue briefs down frantically and rubs his member against the hole, Pran grips onto the leash harder with a moan causing Pat’s neck to lower a bit as he begins to push into the hole.
He can barely help the rough groans he lets out as he moves, causing Pran to moan like crazy, shaky breaths leaving his mouth with every exhale. There’s a slight burn he can feel around his rim every time the thrusts increase but all he can do is try to breathe through it.
The hands on his hips move up and down, caressing Pran’s body as he feels the kisses on his shoulder- another tug on the leash results in Pat being forcefully pulled deeper producing a surprised scream from underneath him. Pat has gone in further than he anticipated but can’t help himself nevertheless trying to catch Pran’s open lips into a searing kiss he hasn’t been able to have the whole night.
“Tooo too- much” Pran mumbles out against his lips, Pat notices his eyes roll back, as his hole constricts at the further intrusion. He flushes delightfully as he twitches in response to the unanticipated tightness around his cock. With his legs restricted and strained, he shifts desperately as best he can to readjust the angle.
Pran’s hands dig into a couch pillow at the sensitivity keeping Pat’s neck low by the leash still trapping him, “Pupp- Puppy, n- no- can’t. Stoppppp.” He whines as he himself starts shaking from the stimulation increasing as Pat moves trying to get comfortable.
Pat finally gives up and begins to chase his own pleasure moving faster without any rhythm or patience feeling concurrently confined to the same position by Pran not stopping the continuous yanking at the leash now chocking him a bit. The pressure against his neck is intoxicating and the way he’s moving feels as though he is rutting like a dog in heat.
The barks he wants to let out feel involuntary, he is unable to deny them as they escape his throat and his hips thrust harder. Pran lets another scream at the numerous bouts of pleasure running up his spine as Pat attacks his prostate, “Y- you stupid do- dog!” he cries out as he feels teeth biting down into his shoulder.
Pat simultaneously tightens his jaw at the jolt of pleasure he receives from the comment causing Pran to cry out and uncontrollably lift up his upper body, his back arching against his chest as he raises himself onto his knees. Pat’s arms wrap around Pran’s waist as his thrusts are now able to penetrate a bit easier also allowing him to shift freely on his feet.
Pran feels the heat inside him increase, he is unable to escape due to the arms now capturing him. Under Pat's tongue, Pran's heart beats rapidly and quickly, and his chest rises and falls with growing urgency. Then suddenly, there’s another immediate tightness around his member and the strain on his cock causes his entire body to become tense as he gasps concomitantly causing him to loosen his arms.
Pran has in frustration reached back and wrapped his hand around the base of his length, “I told you to stop slut!” he growls his other hand still clutching the leash.
He smirks again when Pat finally stops and begins thrusting back against the cock at his own pace, all Pat can do is whine trying not to complain but the words still pass his lips, “Not fairrr” he mewls tears gathering at his eyes. Pran doesn’t answer laughing at the pathetic whine from Pat and the fulfilment he’s receiving, he loves the control he gains from it.
Pressure continues to build up in his stomach as he spears himself a bit faster on Pat’s cock, he looks back at him all dishevelled hair and wide, dark eyes as the grip increases on the base of his cock. Pat lets the tears finally run down his cheeks at the pain even though he secretly enjoys it.
One final thrust back and Pran is releasing all over his own chest.
Pat’s sniffling and crying as Pran moans louder and louder, he doesn't even notice when Pran's body relaxes after eventually releasing all over his own torso. He slowly pulls himself off with another smirk and a low teasing laugh.
Pran untightens the leash from his hand a bit but still holds onto it weakly letting the grip relinquish on the base of Pat’s cock. He turns around to sit down, back touching the couch making sure the cum on his body does not dirty the fabric, he’s looking up at Pat with a smile as he stands there now sobbing, still hard.
“Really not fair...” Pat cries in despair from losing his own growing orgasm and control leaving him desperate.
“Not fair...?” Pran’s face hardens, “Not fair?” he questions again, sitting up and growling as he grips the leash so hard it suddenly pulls Pat forcefully back onto his knees against the floor with a loud thud. Pat almost winces in pain but stops once Pran continues, “You know what’s not fair...?” he asks waiting for Pat to answer.
Pat rolls his eyes in anger and glares causing Pran to soften slightly, “colour?” he asks just to confirm before he starts.
His lover looks back at him with an encouraging twinkle in his eyes, “green” he smiles completely enthralled by Pran’s performance before his stare hardens again into a venomous leer.
Pran runs his hand over his own stomach collecting his cum on his fingers before pushing them into Pat’s mouth, he feels the tongue roughly run against his fingers as he aggressively sucks off the cum. It leaves a salty taste on Pat’s tongue arousing him to almost let out a wanton moan as the fingers retreat.
“You know what’s really not fair?” he starts again, “It’s not fair that you tried to take control and use me in such an uncomfortable position, it’s not fair that you disobeyed my order and continued a second time even after I warned you and reminded you of the consequences, and it’s especially not fair that from the beginning you opened my present for you. All night, you have continuously disobeyed me every step of the way, you filthy mutt.” Pran insults searing the pleasure of the insult deep in Pat’s heart causing his faux anger to escalate as he bares his teeth.
Pran slaps him across his face and clicks his tongue with a roll of his eyes, “you don’t even want your punishment to be easy, do you?” he sighs igniting that flare of competition that flickers in Pat’s gape.
“So what, Mr dimples? You gonna tie me up and whip me again? Ooo I’m so scared.” He scoffs, “as if you haven’t done that a million times. Or maybe you’re gonna deny me of an orgasm again?” he smirks teasingly getting louder and more defiant, “oh, don’t worry you’ve only done that about a thousand times! I’m sure this time I’ll learn my lesson!” he shouts as Pran grits his teeth suddenly gripping onto his jaw hard, letting their burning glares connect.
“You want to challenge me puppy?” he snickers, “okay, I’ll bite. I’ll deny you from that orgasm like you so desperately want…” he smiles causing Pat’s eyes to widen for a second in regret before returning back to that mocking provocation.
“Ha, good one!” he says with a defiant roll of his eyes.
Pran surprises him by getting up and begins walking still holding onto the leash forcing Pat to follow on his hands and knees his cock swinging under him still hard. He’s fully getting into his role now of the defiant yet desperate dog and pulls back on the leash growling compelling Pran to drag him by his neck into their bedroom.
He scratches along the wooden floorboards and barks in rage as his collar chokes him due to harsh pulls that Pran employs, the pain from his knees is ignored in exchange for his faux fury however, his tantrum is fully ignored as he once again sits in front of Pran after he takes something from their bedside drawer before sitting down on their bed.
Pat looks at him in curiosity and fake irritation until finally, Pran smiles and lifts up the cock ring instigating a laugh of exasperation, “All that for a cock ring…? Oh, and what you’re gonna do with that, dimples!?” he provokes with a mocking voice.
“Well, you’re not wrong, it’s not like I’ve had much time to make new punishments for you,” he sighs with a small pout of regret which Pat can’t forego looks adorable on Pran, while he’s entranced by that image Pran takes the chance to attach the cock ring to Pat’s stiff member surprising him to let out a loud gasp at the cold sensation.
Pat tries to recover with a few deep breaths allowing the resentment to naturally return to his face, “hump, oh yeah, I’m really learning my lesson now! Don’t worry I’m sure a thousand more times will do the trick!” He scoffs again with animosity, a victory smile now taking over his features.
“Oh. I almost forgot, just one more thing,” Pran teases with a glare, “you’re only allowed to cum in public… and that cock ring will only be taken off during puppy play.”
Pat’s smug face instantly drops as he feels the permeating delicious dread taking over, “But… that’s not fair.” He whispers eyes widening in fake distress as his master smirks.
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“How was that?” Pran asks with wide worried eyes, the collar and leash removed however, the cock ring is still securely snug as he gently rubs the balm over the red wounds.
Pat looks at him with a wide smile, a laugh already present on his lips, “That was fucking awesome, baby! I can’t believe something so simple can be so good, I think the role of the naughty dog is so much fun, really trilling actually. You better make good on your promise of only letting me cum outside during puppy play or I’ll be very disappointed.” Pat rambles on happily calming Pran’s anxiety by kissing his lips with full affection and devotion hoping to transfer the warmth to him.
“I promise I won’t disappoint you,” he smiles back as Pat wraps his arms around Pran’s waist, “Pat I’m trying to care for your wounds, they might scar if you don’t let me,” he sighs annoyed yet fond.
“You never do disappoint me anyway,” he says will a wide smile, waggling his eyes brows, continuing to hold Pran close, “next time, fuck me until I cum?”
Pran lets out a soft giggle looking at him with an exasperated expression, “Do you ever think about anything else...?” he states rolling his eyes.
“That wasn’t a no,” Pat smirks with a self-satisfied expression finally, moving off him and letting Pran attend to his wounds again.
“It wasn’t.” Pran agrees.