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It’d been nearly a month since Chan had been this proud of his weekly log.
He’d been stuck in a bad cycle, and even on the weeks where he’d sorted out his sleeping, something else had popped up that made Jeongin upset with him. Their weekly meetings had been brutal, and after a month of punishments Chan was just aching to be a good boy.
Today, he was. He knew it.
He knocked on Jeongin’s door, a proud smile already spreading across his face. Sir was going to be so happy with him. For once.
“One second, Chan.”
Chan lingered in the hall, his piece of paper tight in his hands. He’d gotten a minimum of five hours of sleep per night, stuck to his eating plan, and even managed to take an afternoon off to rot on the couch. No slip ups. All good behavior.
At last, the door opened. Jeongin smiled at him, eyes flicking down to the sheet of paper. “Hey,” he said. “You’re a little early.”
“I know.” Chan offered the paper over, shamelessly grinning at this point. “Wanted to show you. Is now..?”
Jeongin hesitated only a moment. He was in sweatpants and nothing else, clearly unprepared for them to start their scene. But he was nothing if not accommodating, and even when he put on a hard Sir exterior, it was obvious he’d do anything for his sub. So, he nodded. “Come in. Get your collar first, then explain why you’re smiling like that.”
Chan obeyed. He stripped off his shirt and retrieved his collar from its spot in their drawer, then settled himself on the floor, holding it up in offering. It was a sturdy black leather with a pink bow, purchased especially for him. Only Sir put it on. That was a rule.
Jeongin took it and slipped it around Chan’s throat. He pulled it tight, just enough to pinch a little, and then threaded the buckle. “There,” he said. “Puppy needs his collar.”
Puppy. That was a signal. Chan could already feel his brain going fuzzy on the edges, his face beginning to tingle. It felt so good being Puppy. Felt so good being someone other than himself for a little while.
Jeongin settled back onto the bed to read, his expression focused. Chan waited on his knees, knowing if he had a real tail it’d be thumping against the floor. He’d tried so hard this week. He was sick of being a disappointment and having to get punished. All he wanted was—
“Huh,” Jeongin said. “You…did a really good job. Is all this true?”
”Yes, Sir.” Chan nodded eagerly, pressing himself just a little closer. “The only night I didn’t get enough sleep was Tuesday, but I was still in bed on time. It just… wouldn’t happen.”
“Well, that’s not Puppy’s fault.” Jeongin set the paper down and smiled. “You were really good this week. You realize that?” He stuck a hand in Chan’s hair and began scratching him behind the ear. “Listened so well and followed all his rules. Good Puppy.”
Chan’s eyes slid shut and he pressed closer to the touch, his mouth dropping open in a pathetic pant without him even realizing it. He’d been good. A good Puppy. He wouldn’t have to take the paddle tonight. He’d been good.
“Aw, look at you.” Jeongin ruffled his hair a bit more, scratching all along his scalp. “So obedient all week, hm?”
”Yes, Sir.” Chan pressed even closer, until his face was against Jeonging’s inner thigh. “For you, Sir.”
”Ah, ah,” Jeongin chided. “Don’t be greedy. Down.”
Reluctantly, Chan pulled away and lowered himself to the ground, crouching on all fours. He couldn’t forget his manners now. The last thing he wanted was to give Jeongin a reason to cancel his reward.
For a heavy moment Jeongin stared at him, a tiny, smug smile on his lips. Then he gave a tiny nod. “Sir feels nice right now,” he said. “So I’m going to ask you this once. Is there anything specific you’d like tonight?”
Chan tilted his head, partially not believing the question. Sir never let him choose. Reward or punishment — it didn’t matter. What Chan got was entirely decided by Jeongin. After all, a big reason why this dynamic worked was that Chan needed a break from choices, from control.
But… There was something he wanted. Something he felt a bit shy asking for.
“Puppy?” Jeongin rested his elbows on his knees and leaned a little closer. “Anything you want?”
Chan shifted a little on the floor. Asking for things like this felt uncomfortable and weird. Puppy didn’t make choices. “The…” He looked away, his face getting hot. “Sir. I…”
“Don’t be naughty.” Jeongin hooked a finger under Chan’s collar and tugged him, forced him to look back up. “Answer me.”
Chan nodded quickly. Sir was asking him. He needed to answer. “I want to… I want to make you feel good too, Sir.” Then he looked away, too embarrassed to continue making eye contact.
But it was something he’d begun to be uncomfortable with. It was always all about him, whether his punishment or his orgasm. Jeongin never got off. Maybe he did by himself afterwards, but Chan wished he could see it. Could maybe even help. After all, this dynamic had done so much to help him. Making Jeongin feel good was the least he could do.
For a moment Jeongin did not respond. He released his hold on Chan’s collar, leaned back against his hands, and squinted. “You want to get me off?”
“Yes, Sir.”
”Jesus,” he said, a hint of laughter in his tone. “You’re so greedy, aren’t you? Always wanting more.”
”Yes, Sir.” Chan ducked his head. He should’ve known better. They weren’t together like that. Yes, Jeongin touched him when he was a good puppy, but never any other time. They weren't in a relationship, so it was stupid to think—
“Sure.” Jeongin shrugged. “After maintenance I’ll let you suck on it a little, okay?”
Chan looked up, his heart getting all fluttery and warm. “Really?”
”Yeah, why not.” He smiled gently. “You were really good this week.”
Chan just about melted. A chance to show Sir how grateful he was, a chance—
“Now, come on,” Jeongin said. He patted his leg. “Up. You know the drill.”
A bit of the happiness wilted, and Chan shrunk down a little, his shoulders curling. “I don’t need it,” he mumbled. “I swear, can’t we just—“
”No,” Jeongin snapped. Again, he slapped a hand down on his lap. “Come.”
But again, Chan didn’t. Maintenance was stupid, especially after a month of punishment. He didn’t need the reminder, they could skip to the fun part.
“Puppy,” Jeongin said slowly, his voice low. “You can either take your maintenance like a good dog, or you can go think in the corner about how badly the paddle would hurt right now. Mm? After last week? I know you’re still sore.”
Chan was. The bruises on his upper thighs were beginning to fade, but were still tender.
So, he crawled over. “Sorry, Sir.” He stood just enough to tip across over Jeongin’s lap, his hands braced against the floor.
“I should take away your reward for that,” Jeongin said. Then he sighed, rubbed a gentle hand over Chan’s bottom, warm even through his shorts. “But I won’t. You’re lucky.”
”Thank you, Sir.” Chan fought the impulse to squirm. Maintenance was humiliating. But, as pathetic as he felt over his youngest member’s lap, he still preferred it to being bent over furniture for a punishment.
Jeongin tugged his shorts and boxers down just below his butt. “Tell me why we do maintenance, Pup.”
Chan closed his eyes. He hated saying it; just wanted to get it over with. “We do maintenance so I don’t forget my place. Sir is in charge.”
”Exactly right. Only ten, okay? You can handle that.”
Chan braced himself. Even ten with the hand would sting, considering how sore he already was.
But instead of beginning, Jeongin continued to rub at him. All across his bottom, his thighs. “Wow,” he murmured. “I really did a number on you last week, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Sir.”
”You’d earned it, but… Poor Puppy.” And with that he landed the first smack. Sharp and stinging, right on the swell of Chan’s bottom. Mercifully, he kept aiming for that area, not once straying down to the already punished thighs.
After five Chan’s jaw was tight, his eyes shut as he fought to take it without making any noise. But Jeongin liked noise, which meant silence turned into a challenge, and the next blow came down harder. His pace was fast, not giving Chan a moment to brace or recover.
And then, after nine taken without reaction, he finally resorted to landing the tenth smack across Chan’s thighs.
“Nnngh.” Chan flinched hard, his barely healed bruises burning under the impact. “Sir.”
Jeongin chuckled lightly. ”Couldn’t resist.”
And then, instead of pulling him back up, Jeongin reached across Chan’s body and pulled open the drawer on his nightstand. He retrieved the lube they used together, and then slid it back shut.
Chan craned to look behind him, unsure what was happening. “Sir? Can I—“
”No.” Jeongin squeezed a bit onto his fingers. “I want you plugged for this.”
Chan accepted it. He had to. He didn’t get a say in how he was rewarded. Jeongin knew best for him — Sir knew best.
“Besides.” A cold, slick finger prodded at his hole, just barely teasing its entrance. “Sir bought you something. Say thank you.”
”Thank you, Sir.”
“Oh, you’re welcome, Puppy. A nice tail for you, mm? Doesn’t that sound nice?”
A tail.
Chan felt his face get hot, his ears burning. The most they’d ever played into the Puppy thing was with the collar, so he’d assumed it’d remain there. Going any further was embarrassing. But, simultaneously, all of this was embarrassing.
If Chan of one year ago knew that today he’d be bent across Jeongin’s lap getting a plug put up his ass — and it was a relatively normal occurrence — he would pass out.
“Puppy?” Jeongin’s finger nudged past Chan’s rim, methodical yet gentle. “Answer me.”
Chan swallowed. His throat felt all weird. “I don’t…” He was slipping back into Chan mode. The tail was making him so nervous that he was losing his sub-mindset. “I don’t know. I feel…”
Jeongin’s hand retreated. “Hey.” He coaxed Chan back up, guided him to sit on the bed. “Pause. What’s going on?”
Chan couldn’t even look him in the eye. He reached up and fiddled absently with the collar. Sitting on the bed reminded him that his butt hurt, the skin still sensitive from his maintenance. “Feels embarrassing.”
”In a bad way?”
That was the problem. Chan wasn’t sure.
“Here. Take a look.” This time Jeongin pulled a plug from his drawer, a fuzzy gray tail attached to the end of it. “It’s really soft. You’d be so cute in it.”
Cute.
Chan took it, felt the plug’s size in his hand. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. ”I’ll look…” He swallowed and felt a bit of the fur between his fingers. “Stupid.”
”Exactly,” Jeongin crooned gently. He pressed closer, slid two fingers beneath the collar. A tentative way to ask that they resume their scene. “My stupid puppy. But Sir’ll take good care of you. And if you bark too much I’ll shut you up, mm? Put something better in your mouth.”
Chan’s stomach twisted. He didn’t mind the idea of that. And everything they did together was humiliating. He liked the humiliation.
”All right,” he decided. He handed the tail back and gave a shaky nod. “Let’s try it.”
”Oh, good boy.” Jeongin’s expression shifted, and Sir came back. “Down on your tummy. Hold still.”
Chan obeyed and laid flat on the bed. He let Jeongin shimmy his pants all the way off and resume the process of fingering him open. After a few minutes he felt the fur of the tail brush over his thigh, and he shivered. This was happening.
“Up a little.” Jeongin lifted Chan’s hips a little for a better angle, the hard prod of the plug now poking at him. “Relax, Puppy. You’re all nervous.”
”Sorry, Sir,” Chan whispered. He shut his eyes, exhaled slowly, and did his best to accept the intrusion.
And then, after a moment of gentle pressure, the plug sank into him, the fuzzy tail brushing pleasantly against his bruises.
“There.” Jeongin gave the tail a little tug. “Adorable.”
Chan peered over his shoulder, though all he could see was a bit of the gray fur. “Really?”
”Mhm.” Jeongin reached up to scratch behind his ears again. “Such a pretty Puppy, been a good boy all week. My good boy.”
”Your good boy,” he echoed. Chan rutted just slightly against the bed. He was getting hard, but that wasn’t enough. He wanted his puppy brain back, wanted his face to feel fuzzy. “Sir,” he said, nearly whining. “Sir, I—“
”Puppy’s don’t talk, stupid.”
Chan rutted harder, slid his erection across Jeongin’s duvet cover. It felt nice, but not nearly nice enough. He squeezed a little around the plug, wishing it was bigger so he could really feel it. “Sir, I—”
”Hey.” Jeongin landed a sharp slap to his ass. “What do Puppy’s say? Let me hear it.”
“No, Sir, I—“
Jeongin made a fist in Chan’s hair, used it to tug him up. “No more humping. Bark.”
The grip in his hair, the slight threat of pain, the feeling of something inside of him… Chan was leaving again, his brain sliding firmly back where it should be. So, he let his tongue loll out the side of his mouth, made eye contact with Jeongin, and then smiled a bit stupidly. “Woof.”
Jeongin’s face lit up. “Oh, good Puppy. Roll over.”
Chan rolled onto his back, his erection now on display, and audibly moaned when Jeongin took it, his hand still slick with lube. He stroked him a few times, just until Chan was rutting up into his hand, and then pulled away.
Chan’s eyes flew back open and he began to whine. But this was supposed to be his reward, he was allowed to cum, he—
He froze.
Jeongin stood up from the bed, undid the drawstring of his sweatpants, and then dropped them to the floor. “You still want me?” He asked, slowly crawling back into bed. He laid back against the pillows, cock half hard between his thighs. “You want to make me cum as your reward?”
Oh god, Chan did. He gave a tiny nod, because Puppy’s didn’t talk, and rolled back onto his hands and knees. He vaguely remembered his Chan brain had wanted to do this for a few different reasons, but all he knew right now was that he was a good dog. And good dogs made Sir feel good.
“Come,” Jeongin said firmly.
Chan obeyed, hurried forward and dropped himself down between Jeongin’s thighs. Still, though, he knew better. No touching until he was told. Instead he just looked, cocked his head a little at the sight of it. Jeongin was just slightly smaller than he was, but still nicely sized. A pretty dick with a bit of neatly trimmed pubic hair.
Jeongin tipped his gaze up with a finger to the chin. “Humping is allowed. No touching yourself. But you can cum without asking, okay?”
Chan nodded eagerly. He rarely got to cum without asking.
“Good boy.” Jeongin released him and settled back against the pillows. “Sir is very proud of you.” Then he fisted his own cock, stroked it to a full erection, and guided it towards Chan’s mouth.
Chan took him quickly, eager to begin, only to realize Jeongin’s other hand was back in his hair. He held firm, preventing him from moving. “Just suck,” he instructed firmly. He pushed a little harder, until his entire length was nestled into Chan’s throat. “Suck and worry about yourself.”
Tears sprung into Chan’s eyes, but he nodded. Nose pressed to Jeongin’s belly, his breathing half obstructed. He sucked best he could, wishing he could show his true skills but wanting to be obedient, too. And then, because the feeling of being penetrated from two directions at once was making him delirious, he gave a slow, gratuitous roll of his hips against the mattress.
Divine.
Slowly, his eyes fell shut. His throat managed to accommodate to length after a moment, and his head tipped to lean against Jeongin’s thigh. He felt oddly sleepy and content, like he could’ve laid this way for an eternity. He sucked absently, nothing like the usual fervor he brought to blow jobs. Instead, as he’d been told, focused on the aching between his legs as he ground himself against the mattress.
And Jeongin was talking, too. Murmuring about how good he was, how nice he felt. A bit of drool slipped out the corner of Chan’s mouth, and Jeongin caught it on his finger. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Just focus on it. That feel good?”
Chan made a noise in answer. Yes. It felt good.
“Sir’s so happy with you.”
Chan was somewhere up in space. Jeongin’s voice was distant yet comforting. The only sensations he was aware of was the pressure in his mouth and the slow build of his orgasm.
He spent the majority of his life managing everyone else. Fixing everything. Worrying about tiny details. But right now nothing mattered. All he existed to do was suck on Jeongin’s cock and hump the bed. Like a good puppy would.
He gave the tail a little swish at the thought.
When Chan came he whined pathetically around Jeongin’s dick, his semen sticky against his stomach. He humped himself through the aftershocks until he started going soft again, and then reluctantly stilled. Now reward time was going to be over. He’d have to be Chan again until next week.
Carefully, Jeongin guided him upwards, sliding his penis carefully from Chan’s mouth. “There you are. Come here.”
A part of Chan wanted to point out that Jeongin still hadn’t cum, but he didn’t. He was too fuzzy to worry about it. And Sir knew what he was doing.
Instead he let himself be pulled against Jeongin’s chest, let his hair be pet, the tail between his legs pulled just barely. “Such a good dog.” A kiss to his forehead. The closest they ever came to kissing. “Perfect.”
Chan gave another whine, still too far under to talk.
But, oddly, instead of sinking into his usual state of pleasant gone-ness, he was thinking. Thinking about this arrangement between them. He wondered if Jeongin had ever called anybody else Puppy, or if it was only Chan. He hoped it was only him. He realized with a sick prod of jealousy that he hated the idea of anyone else taking that name. Only he was Sir’s.
“You want to take a little nap?” Jeongin asked. “I can order food for after.”
Chan nodded. A nap sounded nice. Better than thinking.
“Good.” Another kiss, this time pressed into his hair. “Just close your eyes. I got you.”
Chan sighed and nestled down against Jeongin’s chest. “Yes,” his voice came out tiny, soft and worn out. He yawned before continuing, all at once exhausted. “Thank you, Sir.”