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Hangman Page has always been a bit of a sucker for praise.
Whenever he has a great PPV match, he adores the attention he gets backstage. He loves hearing the many iterations of “good job out there” and “great work”. It makes him float higher than adrenaline could ever take him, his heart doing somersaults in his chest.
Even when he isn’t wrestling and just helping out backstage, he lives for the satisfaction of a job well done. Today, he was helping the production crew move a camera setup from one side of the arena to the other. He set it down exactly where they wanted it to be, even setting up the angles they wanted for them.
“That’s perfect,” One of the stage hands said. “Great job, Hanger.”
Hanger.
Something about that nickname scratched an itch in his brain he didn’t know he had. People have been using that nickname for as long as he’s been “the Hangman”, and he always liked how it made him feel. He knew the name was addressing him, but it also felt like it was addressing someone else too.
It kinda felt like an alter ego for Hangman.
Huh, he thought, something to think about later.
Hangman is backstage with Will in his locker room during a TV taping, just hanging out since they’re both done on camera for the night. They were sitting in a comfortable silence for a while, just mindlessly scrolling their phones.
“Hey Adam, mind passing me a water bottle?” Will asks. The case of water is on the other side of the room, closer to where Hangman is sitting.
“Yeah sure,” Hangman quickly responds, leaping from his seat to grab a bottle from the case. He retrieves it and brings it over to Will, with a half smile on his face. “Here you go.”
“Good lad. Thanks, mate.”
Oh.
Oh.
GOOD LAD????
Hangman froze immediately, brain and body completely stopping in an attempt to process the words he just heard. Sure, he’s heard praise before. He likes it. He really, really likes it. Maybe more than most normal people should.
But this? This was completely different.
Something about the way it flowed so naturally from Will’s mouth. Something about Will saying it. It made heat flood throughout his body. All the way up until his entire face was beet red, then all the way down, where it pooled low in his stomach.
What the hell is happening right now? Hangman thought. He needed to figure out what this feeling was.
“Uhh Adam, you okay bruv?” Will asked, snapping his fingers in front of Hangman’s face.
Hangman finally snapped out of his thoughts enough to focus on Will. His brain was running a million miles a second, trying to figure out what he could possibly say in this situation. The right thing would be to apologize for making things awkward. He should apologize and leave the room before things escalate any further.
Unfortunately, his mouth started running before his brain could catch up to it.
“Call me that again.”
WHAT THE FUCK MAN???
Will was very confused at the request. He almost wasn’t sure what Hangman was asking of him. “Call you what? Good lad?” Will asked hesitantly.
A visible shiver ran through Hangman. The heat reappeared in his face, staining him red all the way to his ears and down his neck. Worst of all, he felt a strain in his pants.
Oh no.
Hangman was hard. Very hard. Visibly hard.
Will seemed to notice, because a devious smirk started to form on his face.
Oh god. Hangman could die of embarrassment right now.
“Oh,” Will started, his tone mocking but playful. “You liked that, huh?”
The heat in Hangman’s face got hotter. “Will-”
“What? You don’t wanna be a good boy for me anymore?”
Hangman isn’t exactly sure what kind of sound left his mouth after hearing that, but he definitely heard himself make a sound. It had to have been somewhere between a low-pitched groan and a high, whiny moan.
Thank god they were alone in this room. Otherwise Hangman would have to quit his job. Probably move out of the country too, just to be safe.
“Oh my fucking god,” Hangman said, startled. His eyes were blown wide, like he had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Tears of frustration and embarrassment were starting to form in the corners of his eyes. Hangman needed out of this room. Quickly. “I’m so sorry, Will. I didn’t mean to make this weird.” He started making his way to the door, but Will grabbed his arm.
“Wait, don’t go. Please,” Will pleaded. His expressions softened, genuine concern etched across his face. “I was only teasing. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.”
“No, I’m- Will… I-” Hangman is stuttering over himself, unsure of how to get out what he’s truly feeling. “I’m not uncomfortable at all. In case you couldn’t tell, I’m actually the exact opposite of uncomfortable right now.”
“Yeah, I kinda noticed,” Will says with a smirk.
“I guess… I guess I kinda liked hearing that?” Hangman continues, still unsure of how to express this train of thought. “I’ve always liked being praised or whatever. Being told that I’m doing a good job. But that… no one has ever called me that before. It felt weird. It felt…”
“Good?” Will finished the sentence for him.
“Yeah, good,” Hangman agreed with a nod.
“So, do you want me to continue calling you that?”
Hangman considered the question for a moment. He very much wanted to say yes. He would be content with Will only ever referring to him as a good boy. Holy fuck. The thought alone has Hangman shivering.
But, he also doesn’t want to risk the friendship that he’s built with Will this year. Adding this layer to their relationship could… change things. Hangman isn’t sure he’s ready to confront that kind of change yet.
“If I said yes, would that make things weird?” Hangman asked cautiously. He wanted to know the answer now before deciding if this needed to go further.
“Not at all,” Will immediately answered. At some point, his hand ended up tangled in Hangman’s hair, running through his thick curls and lightly scraping his scalp. “If it makes you happy, then I’m more than comfortable continuing to do it. Also, I must admit that I kinda liked seeing the way you lit up when I said it.”
Hangman smiled at that, his cheeks starting to turn pink again. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. Also, that sound you made? Straight up pornographic. I’m still hard just thinking about it.” Will chuckles nervously at the last part, as if he didn’t mean to admit it out loud.
Now Hangman was the one with a devious smirk on his face.
“Oh yeah?” He teases while lowering himself to the floor. Will instantly starts squirming in his chair. “Well, maybe I should be a good boy and take care of that for you.”
Will was breathing extra hard now. “Yeah. Hell yeah. Show me how good you can be for me.”
A shiver ran down Hangman’s spine as he started to undo Will’s pants. He partially untied the string to Will’s joggers, then suddenly stopped before undoing it completely.
Will was equally confused and concerned by the disruption. “You okay? Why’d you stop?”
Hangman didn’t answer the question. He wasn’t sure how to explain what he was about to do, or why he got the sudden urge to do it. Instead, he just leaned in, getting close to the waistband of Will’s pants. He took one end of the string between his teeth, and pulled until the string was untied. Hangman let out a low, soft growl while doing so, showing that he was enjoying this just as much as Will looked like he was.
“Holy fuck,” Will breathed. He somehow got even more hard watching the scene below him unfold. “I know you like the whole good boy thing, but I didn’t think you’d go full dog on me.”
That coaxed a slightly louder sound out of Hangman, somewhere between a growl and a moan. Will’s smirk went from playful to downright mischievous. His eyes got dark with desire.
“Oh, you like that, huh? You wanna be a good dog for me?”
The sound that left Hangman that time was louder, higher, and more desperate than before. Fuck yes. I wanna be good for you. So good, he wanted to say, but his mouth wouldn’t let the words out. Instead, he felt this sudden, irresistible urge to… to…
“Woof.”
What. The. Fuck?
Yeah, he definitely needs to revisit that. Later though, when he’s less horny and not enjoying this as much.
Will looked completely overwhelmed, but in the best way. “Fuck, Hanger. Such a good boy for me,” Will cooed. He moved hastily to pull his pants and underwear down in one motion. Hangman was being so good for Will, and he wanted to reward him. “Open up for me, boy.”
Hangman lets his jaw fall slack, opening as wide as he can get it. His mouth watered in anticipation as the tip of Will’s cock touched his lips. He flicked his tongue out to finally get a taste of Will. He licked the bead of precum leaking out of the tip and moaned at the salty sensation on his tongue. Hangman wrapped his mouth fully around Will, moaning wantonly as he took him down to the base. He held there until he started choking, then slowly pulled off again.
Hangman looked up at Will through his eyelashes, and the sight above him made his own cock throb in his pants. Will’s eyes were half closed, eyeballs rolled into the back of his head. His face was completely pale. Any blood that was there ran directly down to his dick. His mouth was hanging open, small gasps and moans escaping every time Hangman bobbed his head.
One particular flick of his tongue on the underside of Will’s cock had him pushing his hips forward on instinct. Hangman sputtered, but didn’t choke or pull away. In fact, he opened his mouth wider and groaned loudly, encouraging Will to do it again. Will caught the hint and grabbed a handful of Hangman’s hair. He started thrusting in and out of Hangman’s mouth at a steady pace, hitting the back of his throat each time.
Hangman was pliant under Will, his jaw relaxing fully so he could accept more of Will’s cock into his mouth. He moaned as loudly as he could with his mouth full. Hangman felt like he could stay here for hours, letting his body be used for Will’s pleasure. Be good and serve. Yeah, he can do that.
“Oh fuck, Hanger,” Will moaned. He sounded truly fucked out already. “You’re taking me so good, boy.” Hangman moaned at the praise.
His responses encouraged Will to keep talking. “Yeah, gonna get you a collar, baby. Actually treat you like the fucking dog you are.”
Hearing Will say that, along with the mental image of Hangman wearing a dog collar- maybe even with Will’s name on it- did him in. Hangman- Hanger- whined loudly, his whole body convulsing. He felt his dick spasm, and then he was filling his pants with cum. His orgasm crashed over him, made even more intense by the fact that he didn’t touch himself at all. His vision started whiting out, but he continued sucking because Hanger is a good boy.
“Fuck, Hanger. So pretty,” Will whined, his breath becoming ragged. His orgasm was rapidly approaching. “So good, just for me. My good dog.” Will let out a low groan, then pulled out of Hanger’s mouth. He jerked himself rapidly, a collection of moans and curses falling from his lips. He let out one final guttural moan, then covered Hanger’s face with cum. Will’s knees nearly buckled under him as his orgasm completely took over his body. Hanger’s tongue was hanging out of his mouth, panting and happily accepting every drop of cum that Will had to offer.
“Holy fuck,” Will said breathlessly. “That was amazing. You still with me, Adam?”
Adam. My name.
“Mhm,” Hangman muttered. It might be a while before he can form full words again.
Will let out a soft chuckle while running a hand through Hangman’s hair. It grounded them both, brought them down from the high of what they had just done.
“I was serious, by the way,” Will stated in the silence. “About getting you a collar. I wanna see how pretty you would look in the full getup.”
“Yeah,” Hangman said, barely above a whisper. “Would like that.”
They slowly got up to start cleaning off, shedding their clothes and making their way to the shower. They made little fanfare of cleaning themselves off, just doing a basic rinse to clean off the sweat and cum. Silence hung between them the entire time, despite sharing a stall. What more was there to say?
Hangman was still riding the high of their encounter, so he let the buzz continue to flood his brain instead of words. He knew that he would have a lot to think about later. He knew that, eventually, he would drop from this high and have to face the full reality of what he really wanted.
Oddly enough, he was looking forward to it.
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Hangman hasn’t spoken to Wil in a few days. Not since their locker room… entanglement. He so badly wanted to reach out. To find out what that meant to Will. But he still had to figure out what it meant to him. It’s why he hasn’t tried to call or text yet. He has no idea what he would even say to Will.
Hangman gets startled out of his thoughts as he hears a knock at his hotel door.
He slowly makes his way across the room to open the door. It’s a Monday evening, so he isn’t sure who could be coming to see him at this time.
As luck would have it, he opens the door to find Will standing on the other side of it.
“Hey.” Hangman says, a little breathless.
“Hey.” Will responds. His voice is quiet. Hangman wouldn’t have heard him if the room wasn’t silent. “Mind if I come in?”
“Yeah, of course.” Hangman stepped aside so Will could enter the room. He watched from the doorway as Will walked over to the desk and set down a bag. He wasn’t aware that Will was carrying a bag when he opened the door. Will sat in the chair at the desk while Hangman made his way over to the bed.
They sat in silence for a long while. Not the comfortable silence they were both used to. This was charged. Heavy with everything both of them wanted to say but neither had the courage to form into words.
“So, um-”
“About the other day-”
They both chuckled as they stumbled over each other and themselves. Hangman motioned to Will, allowing him to speak first.
“We haven’t really talked since the locker room. Feels like there’s some things we need to discuss.”
“Yeah, definitely,” Hangman responded. “I just…” He was careful with his words, making sure to not say the wrong thing. “I didn’t really know what I wanted yet. I wanted to figure some things out for myself before I came to you.”
“That’s fair. I kinda did the same thing.”
Hangman felt slightly relieved after hearing that. “Good. That’s good. It means we can have an actual conversation about this.”
“Okay. What do you wanna talk about first?”
“Well… to put it simply, I really liked what happened. A lot. All of it.” It felt good for Hangman to finally admit out loud what he had been thinking and feeling for days.
“Yeah, me too,” Will admitted. A small smile was playing across his face. “Especially the uh… dog thing.”
“Right. About the dog thing,” Hangman broke eye contact, starting to fidget with his hands. This was the part that he was nervous about. “I really want to do it again. Be a dog for you. But for real this time.”
Will’s playful smirk turned into a full teeth smile. Hangman could feel the excitement he was trying to contain. “Good. Because I want to do it again too.” Will suddenly turned his attention from Hangman to the table. “Which reminds me… I got this over the weekend.”
Hangman was equal parts confused and intrigued as Will handed him the bag. He shook it a little bit, hoping to get a hint on what it is before seeing it. He heard jingling sounds coming from the bag. He raised an eyebrow in suspicious curiosity. The shape of it was weird as well. It was circular, but also rigid on the outside of it.
There was only one thing Hangman thought this could be.
“Will. Did you actually get me a dog collar?”
Will couldn’t contain his excitement anymore. He was bouncing on his feet as Hangman continued to inspect the bag. “Go on, take it out.” He said excitedly.
Hangman practically ripped the bag open to reveal the collar. The sight of it took him aback. It was all black, shiny leather with two belts, one that went directly around the neck and a smaller one on top of it to tighten the collar around his neck. There was also a small metal ring on the side of it, which Hangman assumes is to attach a leash (he just realized was also in the bag.) As he continued his exploration of the collar, he discovered what the jingling from before was. There were two ornaments hanging from the front of it. One of them was a bell, and the other was a tag that had something written on it.
“Read it.” Will says, still bouncing around excitedly.
Hangman turns the tag over and reads what’s engraved into it.
Hanger.
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
A full body shiver went through Hangman. Heat rushed from his head all the way down to his groin, where his dick was starting to stir.
“Holy shit Will,” Hangman said breathlessly. “This is…”
“You like it?” Will asked.
“I love it.”
“Good. I hoped you would.” Will took a step closer, his eyes growing dark with mischief. “Do you wanna put it on for me?”
Hangman’s mouth fell open, but no words came out. He could only muster a small whimper and nod in response.
“Okay,” Will said. “But first, we need to set some rules.”
“Right. Of course. Gotta establish boundaries and all that stuff.”
“Exactly. So, first things first: what’s your safeword?”
Hangman thought long and hard about it, but was drawing blanks. He’s never had to use a safeword before. In fact, he’s never even been asked if he had one until right now.
“It’s okay if you don’t have one already,” Will must have been able to read his mind. Or see the slight panic in his eyes after being asked the question. “Just make it something simple that you know you’re going to remember. Like, mine is Nandos.”
Hangman couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Of course it’s Nandos.
“Something simple,” Hangman muttered, mostly to himself. “Maybe… Virginia.”
Will let out a chuckle of his own. “Sounds good to me.” His voice went more firm now, making sure his point came across clearly. “If you feel uncomfortable with anything at all, say your safeword as loudly and clearly as possible. It can be for any small thing. Once the word is said, we stop, reassess, and reset. Clear?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good. Now on to the actual rules,” Will continued on, not breaking eye contact and keeping a stern look on his face. “You see the nametag on the collar? As long as you wear it, your name is Hanger. You will not be addressed by any other name, so you don’t answer to any other name.” Hangman nodded along to show that he understood. “Next: dogs can’t talk. You’ll be allowed to moan and bark, but only when given permission to. If you speak out of turn, you get punished. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
They hadn’t officially started yet, but Hangman wanted to make a point that he would be good for Will.
That Hanger would be good for Will.
“Good,” Will said breathlessly. Being called “sir” definitely affected him more than he was prepared for. “Before we get started, is there anything off limits for you?”
Hangman thought for a long moment. This is all new territory for him. He’s never had conversations about these things before. It was almost overwhelming. But he knew that Will would respect his boundaries and keep him safe. Whatever he said he wasn’t comfortable with, Will would make sure to avoid it. That’s just the kind of caring, considerate person Will is.
“Well,” Hangman started tentatively. “I’m fine with like, slapping and spanking and stuff. Just no kicking or punching.” He paused for another moment to think. “Also, no bodily fluids. Not really into any of that. As far as words and stuff, I guess I’ll let you know if I’m not okay with something you say. Otherwise, I’m down for whatever.”
Will took a second to take in everything Hangman told him. “Okay, that’s good,” He said after a moment of silence. “Thank you for being honest with me. Do you feel like you’re ready to start now?”
“Yes!” Hangman answered eagerly. He wanted this more than even he thought he did.
“Eager, aren’t you?” Will teased. “Alright then. Take your clothes off and kneel on the floor.”
Hangman was surprised by the sudden demand. He expected to ease into it a bit more, but he didn’t mind this either. He stood from his spot on the bed and began removing his clothes. Slowly, since he wanted to make a show of it for Will.
He started with his shirt, grabbing the hem of it with both hands and slowly pulling it over his head. He wiggled a little bit to flex his muscles, which he has plenty of. He actually struggled a bit trying to pull the shirt over his massive pecs. They can be a blessing and a curse sometimes.
Hangman’s hands traveled down to the waistband of his shorts. He paused there and looked at Will, purposely taking his sweet time. Will nodded at him, eyes dark and glazed with want. Hangman shuddered at the look in Will’s eyes, then quickly lowered his shorts until they hit the floor. The cold air hitting his skin made his breath hitch. It didn’t stop his cock from bouncing around excitedly, however, already half hard in anticipation of what was about to unfold. He slowly knelt on the floor in front of Will, making sure to look up at him.
“You’re a gorgeous man, you know that?” Will finally said after staring for a moment. He went over to the table to grab the collar. He walked over to Hangman slowly, watching him squirm as he approached. He walked around to Hangman’s back and undid the straps on the collar. “But you’re gonna be an even prettier pup for me.” He whispered into his ear as he placed the collar around his neck.
Hangman whimpered at the feeling. The leather was cold, but the heat from his body was making up for it. As Will fastened the straps around him, the leather got tighter. It was uncomfortable at first, but the restriction was very light and easy to adjust to. It felt nice. Really nice. He got so lost in the feeling that he almost didn’t hear something get attached to it. He wasn’t sure what it was until Will stepped back with the object in his hand.
A leash.
“Look at you, Hanger,” Will’s voice was dripping with praise and desire. He looked in awe of the scene playing out in front of him. “So pretty for me.”
Hangman- Hanger- moaned softly at the praise. His brain was starting to get warm and fuzzy. The rest of the world faded into the background. The world that Hangman is familiar with doesn’t exist right now. It’s just Hanger, and his owner Will. He could get used to a world like this.
A light tug at the leash pulled Hanger from his thoughts. He looked around to see Will sitting in the desk chair with the leash in hand. “Come, Hanger.” Will demanded, pointing down to the floor in front of his feet.
His first instinct would be to walk across the room. Just stand up and stroll over to Will like any other time Will asked him to come. But Hanger doesn’t have human legs. He has dog legs and paws. How do dogs walk? He tried to think. Oh yeah, crawl!
Hanger, who was still resting on his knees, lowered onto his hands. He started crawling across the floor at a snail's pace, teasing Will with the flex of his muscles. He was feeling multiple sensations at once, with the bell jingling each time he moved his arms, and his hard cock swinging between his thighs each time he moved his legs. It was making his head spin.
He stopped in front of Will, looking up at him expectantly, waiting to be told what to do next. “Sit,” Will instructed. Hanger lifted off of his hands and sat back on the heels of his feet, not once breaking eye contact with Will. “Good boy.” Will snapped his fingers then reached over to scratch behind Hanger’s ear. Hanger growed softly at the way Will’s nails scraped his scalp. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the feeling. “Sorry I don’t have treats for you. I’ll make sure to bring some next time.”
Next time, Hanger thinks. Can’t wait.
At least, he thought he was thinking it. Until a hand was flying through the air and landing on his face with a loud smack. Hanger yelped at the impact. “Dogs don’t talk.” Will scolded.
He looked at Will with the saddest eyes he could muster. He didn’t mean to break the rules. He wanted to be good, but now he’s being bad. Bad, bad dog.
Will immediately cupped Hanger’s face in his hands. “I’m sorry, buddy. I didn’t want to do that,” His voice was dripping with regret and sincerity. “But you gotta follow the rules so that I don’t have to do that, okay?” Hanger nodded in response and nuzzled his face in Will’s shoulder. He tried his best to apologize without actually saying it.
“Alright, come do a few more tricks for me and then I’ll make up for hitting you,” Will stood back up, ready to give his next instruction. “Hanger, roll over.” Hanger quickly followed the order, turning to his left side and rolling on the floor until he was back upright. Will snapped his fingers again and ruffled Hanger’s hair. Snap means pets. Snap means treats.
“Paw?” Will reached out his hand. Hanger brought his hand up and placed it on top of Will’s. “Good job, buddy.” Another snap. Another pet.
Hanger could stay like this forever.
“Last one, then I give you a special treat,” Will says. Hanger straightens up, awaiting his final task. “Speak.”
Speak? But no words. How speak?
Hanger knew what he had to do. He had been practicing his bark for this moment. (He would never admit that to Will.) But now, with Will watching him, waiting for him to speak, he was suddenly shy.
“arf.” was the only sound that could leave his mouth, small and barely audible and slightly embarrassing.
“Oh, come on. I know you can do better than that,” Will teased playfully. He reached down to grab the front of his pants, showing off his hard cock through the fabric. “You want to play with my bone, don’t you, Hanger?”
Hanger’s eyes went wide. Bone. Treat. Need it. He grit his teeth and started breathing heavily, preparing himself. He felt it rise up in his chest, a strong, guttural, loud and powerful-
“Woof!”
“Good job boy!” Will beamed. He snapped his fingers, but didn’t pet Hanger’s hair. Instead, he reached for the waistband of his pants and started slowly pulling them down. “I think you earned your special treat now.”
Hanger’s eyes sparkled as Will’s cock jumped out of his pants. Big bone, he thought. And it was definitely big. Not as thick as Hanger’s, but definitely a bit longer. His mouth watered in anticipation.
“Come get it, Hanger,” Will beckoned him over. He moved to the bed and sat down on the end of it. Hanger followed, eyes staying fixed on his cock. “You did so good for me. Now keep being good and suck my cock.”
Hanger’s cock jumped as he took Will into his mouth. He was hot and heavy on his tongue. Hanger licked eagerly at the precum building at the tip of his cock, savoring the salty taste. Will’s hand found its way to Hanger’s hair, gripping tightly but not pulling. The stinging sensation felt amazing. He breathed in through his nose and took Will deeper, hollowing out his cheeks while doing so. That earned a loud moan from Will.
“Doing so fucking good Hanger,” Will groaned breathlessly. “My good boy.”
Hanger whined at the praise. He was finding it harder not to touch his own cock, which was leaking obscene amounts of precum. He wasn’t explicitly told he couldn’t touch himself. That wasn’t one of the rules. But he also wasn’t given permission to either. So he had to wait.
He couldn’t help but to start humping the carpet, though, seeking some sort of friction. He whined, desperately chasing the contact his neglected cock was finally getting. Will seemed to notice, because he pulled out of his mouth.
“Come, let me take care of you now,” Will said. He started pulling Hanger off the floor. “Get up on the bed for me. All fours.”
Hanger did as he was told, getting on all fours at the end of the bed. Will came behind him and spread his legs apart further, making sure that his ass was fully exposed. His cock rubbing against the bed sheets felt even better than the carpet. The smooth friction made him whine and throb even more.
Will yanked on the leash slightly to get Hanger’s attention. “Settle down boy,” He ordered. “I’ll make sure you get what you need, but you better not cum before I tell you to. Understand?”
“Woof.” Hanger barked and nodded in response. He has to be good.
“Good boy. Gonna get you prepped now.” Will looked through his pants pockets and found a bottle of lube. He drizzled a generous amount onto his fingers and rubbed it around, getting it warm. Time seemed to slow while Will got things ready. He was becoming more impatient, more needy, more desperate to get Will inside of him. Hanger started wiggling his ass, hoping it would make Will move faster.
“So eager for me,” Will teased. “Don’t worry. I got you baby.” He started circling Hanger’s entrance and slowly pressed a finger inside.
“Fuck,” Hanger whispered, barely audible, but loud enough for Will to hear. It earned him a loud smack on his ass.
“I won’t tell you again to follow the rules.”
Hanger whimpered in apology. He wiggled his ass again, silently begging Will to continue fingering him open. Will obliged, but was noticeably less gentle with the second finger. He moved a bit faster now, also seeming to grow impatient.
“Can’t wait to get inside you,” Will murmured as he added a third finger. He was fucking into Hanger with purpose, grazing his prostate with each thrust. Moans and barks were falling from his mouth wildly, the pleasure being too much and also not enough.
After a while, Will withdrew his fingers and started to slick himself up. Hanger immediately missed the fullness he felt, but fought against the urge to buck his hips back. He waited patiently while Will pressed his cock to his ass and prepared to push in.
“Ready for me boy?” Will asked. Hanger nodded and pushed back slightly. He needed to feel Will split him open. “Alright baby. I got you. Take a deep breath for me.” Hanger inhaled deeply. When he exhaled, Will slid his cock into his hole.
And fuck.
Will had a much bigger bone than Hanger thought. He knew how long he was, but it was a lot thicker than he anticipated. The stretch felt somewhat good, but for the most part, it was pretty uncomfortable. He couldn’t adjust, despite Will going slow. Hanger was- no, Hangman- was no longer enjoying this.
“Vir- ah- Virginia…” Hangman mumbled. He barely got the word out because of how fuzzy his head still was. He hadn’t spoken actual words in what felt like hours. He still can’t form a coherent thought beyond the discomfort he felt. His head is spinning, but not in the fun light way it was a few moments ago. This was overwhelming, to the point where it was taking his breath away. He was hyperventilating, eyes darting around the room looking for anything solid that could bring him back down from the brink of a panic attack.
“Fuck!” Will shouted in a panic. He quickly pulled out of Hangman and turned him over to look him in the eyes. He was not able to maintain eye contact. “Hey. Stay with me. Adam. Look at me please.”
Adam. The name he only heard when he was in trouble. I was bad. I was bad and now I’m in trouble. I messed up. BAD BAD BAD-
“You’re okay, mate. Please look at me,” Will was pleading with him, frantically searching for Adam’s eyes to lock with his. He couldn’t focus on anything because of how blurry his eyes were, which he soon realized was due to tears. He hadn’t noticed he was crying until now. He hadn’t even felt the stinging heat behind his eyes or the wetness on his cheeks. This is fucking embarrassing. “Hey, it’s okay. You did nothing wrong babe. You’re perfect.”
Adam started to feel his breathing slow down, though the tears haven’t stopped yet. The guilt knotting in his stomach started to untie itself after hearing the natural praise coming from Will. His brain was starting to come back to him. Slowly, but surely.
“That’s better,” Will said warmly. He was running his hand through Adam’s hair, which calmed him down even more. “There you are, beautiful. Now, if you want to, talk to me? What happened?”
Adam took a long, drawn out breath before speaking. He needed to choose his words carefully. “Honestly, it just started as me being overwhelmed by how big you are,” He chuckled slightly, finding a small bit of humor in that part of the situation. “But then, I suddenly started to feel guilty for not being able to take you. I felt like I… I wasn’t being good.” Adam felt his eyes start to heat up again.
Will was right there to calm him down again. “No, no, don’t feel that way. You were so good for me. You’re always good. And I’m glad that you’re being honest about being uncomfortable. The most important thing here is us communicating. What do you need from me?”
Adam considered this for a moment. “Well, first of all, I wanna make it clear that I still want you to fuck me. I just… don’t think I can do it as Hanger.” Will was nodding along in response, being sure not to interrupt. “Don’t get me wrong, I love being a dog. It feels fucking amazing to just kinda fall into it. But with sexual stuff, I prefer to have my own mind. I like being able to talk and tell you how good it feels. I like being able to see you and react to you. I like seeing how you react to me. I wanna kiss you, Will. I wanna do all the normal sex stuff with you. Not as a dog, but as me.”
Will thinks about everything being said for a while. It’s a lot to take in. Finally, he speaks up. “Okay. Yeah, okay. We can keep the pet play separate from the sex. And I should have asked about that from the start, so I apologize for that.” Will suddenly turned until he was laying on top of Adam. He pushed his knees under Adam’s legs, lifting them slightly in the air. “As far as us continuing to have sex, I’m ready whenever you are, Hangman.”
Hangman felt relief wash over him. It felt good to talk about all of that. But relief quickly turned back into desire when Will started bucking his hips forward against Hangman’s ass. He was already getting hard and horny again, and so was Will.
“Will… please…” Hangman whined. “Please. Kiss me. Fuck me.”
“Whatever you need, gorgeous.” Will reached for the lube across the bed to reslick himself. He moved closer and positioned himself at Hangman’s entrance. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Hangman nodded, then felt the pressure of Will’s cock pushing into his hole. The stretch was immense, the sting of it searing throughout his body. It almost veered towards uncomfortable again.
“Fuck, Will,” Hangman whined as Will pressed further in. He was moving slowly, watching Hangman’s face for any signs of distress. “Fuck, you’re so big. It’s-” It’s too much.
Before he could get the words out, Will captured his mouth in a powerful kiss. It was passionate and hungry. The kind of kiss you would only have while having sex. Will was licking into his mouth, swallowing every moan and whimper Hangman made as he pushed in even further. Hangman loudly gasped as Will bottomed out, his cock fully buried inside of him. Hangman’s own cock jumped at the new fullness he was experiencing, and he realized quickly that this wouldn’t last long.
“Fuck me, Will. Fuck me hard.”
Will moaned loudly as he dragged his cock halfway out then slammed back into Hangman. He yelled out in pleasure, his prostate being hammered perfectly with the powerful thrust. Incoherent strings of more, harder, please, need it fell from Hangman’s mouth in between wordless needy whines. He’s never felt this good in his entire life.
The site above him was even better, though. Will’s eyes were only partially open, barely able to focus as his own pleasure overtook him. His hair and forehead was dripping with sweat, mixing with the sweat that Hangman was working up. His muscles, flexed to the max and covered in their own shiny layer of sweat, were rippling as they worked to keep him upright above Hangman.
This image of Will is going to live in his head for the rest of time.
A particularly hard thrust against his prostate has Hangman arching off the bed. He’s so close to his orgasm, but he wants to wait for Will. He wants to wait. Wants to be good.
“You getting close, baby?” Will asks through panting breaths. His thrusts have gotten more erratic, signaling that his own orgasm was approaching.
“Yes. So close. Please. I wanna cum for you. Can I cum? Please?”
“Yes, Hanger. Let’s cum together, pretty boy.”
Will grabs Hangman’s cock, and it only takes a few strokes before he’s seeing stars. He sees one rope of cum shoot out before his vision whites out, his orgasm completely taking over. He makes a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan. Whatever it is, it’s loud and obscene and enough to push Will over the edge with him. Two more powerful thrusts, and then Hangman feels Will unloading inside him. Rope after rope of hot cum filling him to the brim.
They both lay there for a few minutes, coming down off the high of such intense orgasms. Once they catch their breath, Will slowly pulls out, both of them hissing from oversensitivity. Will flopped down on the bed next to Hangman and pulled him onto his chest.
“We should probably get cleaned up.” Hangman murmurs sleepily.
“Later,” Will responds with an equal amount of exhaustion. “It’s nap time now.”
Hangman should protest, but who is he kidding? He’s already half asleep and comfortable in Will’s arms. No chance he’s getting up right now. They could deal with the cleanup in a couple hours.
As he drifted off, he thought about how great today was. He got to live out a fantasy of his, and got to do it with one of his best friends. He thought about how he wants to continue doing this with Will. The sex. The dog play. The whatever else they decide to do together. There was no one else in the world he trusted more to go on this journey with.
There was no one else he would want to be a good boy for.