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To say nikita was anything close to normal would be a massive lie.
If anyone, for some reason, wanted to argue that then you could simply show them the video artyom had filmed of their “fun”.
The screen flickers on to show a grainy, low quality film. The camera they'd been in possession of was nothing noteworthy.
“Cmon, kitja! Speak!” artyom can be heard from behind the camera.
The main focus however, is Nikita, who is on all fours on the floor. He's dressed in a metal headband with two black folded ears, a decorated collar and leash, and what could only be presumed to be a plug resembling a tail.
Nikita hesitates, but lets out a small “woof!” at the command.
“You can do it louder, come on.” he gives him a kick to the stomach, listening to the dog yelp and flinch, but clearly enjoy it.
Nikita recovers quickly and barks louder, face lighting up as artyom praises him.
“Good job! Now open your mouth so I can give you a treat!”
He does as told, sticking his tongue out. The blonde pulls a dog treat out of his pocket that's shaped like a dog bone, he places it on his tongue.
“Go ahead and eat it, puppy,” he smirks behind the camera, it's practically audible in his voice “I know you'd never turn down food.”
Nikita whines, but eats the treat anyway. It's crunchy and grainy, nothing that actually tastes or feels good, but he enjoys it anyway as seen by his leaking cock between his legs.
“There you go, good boy,” the camera shakes a little, the sound of a zipper cutting through “now, can you spin around?”
The dog spins around immediately, clearly well trained.
“Mhm, now stand up!”
He sits up on his knees and holds his arms up with his hands curled like paws, letting out a small woof.
“I didn't tell you to speak, did I?” he kicks him again in his stomach, watching as he squeals and falls forward onto the floor.
“Try again, nikita.” artyom commands, but nikita doesn't quite follow through. He whimpers and rolls onto his side, arms wrapped over his stomach.
The camera shifts to point further down “awh, did i hurt your tummy? Is it sore, kitja?”
The boy whines and nods his head, sniffling. To anyone else, it would be the obvious answer to stop this, but Nikita was right where he wanted to be.
“Well that's too bad, huh? Maybe it'll stop hurting when you listen to me.” he kicks him in the ribs this time, digging the toe of his boot in and watching him tense up, damn near squealing like a pig.
He takes his boot away to show an angry red boot print on his ribs, as well as a forming bruise on his stomach.
It's quiet for a moment until Artyom points the camera off to the side, as if he were making a cut in the tape.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah - yeah, fuck..”
“Here, let me help you up.”
It can only be assumed that Artyom takes the time to help Nikita back up onto his knees.
“Tell me when you're ready.” He points the camera down at his shoes like he were fixing the settings.
“Im ready now, don't worry.” Nikita's voice is soft but steady, more than excited to continue.
The camera focuses back on Nikita who seems to have recovered well.
“Try again, Nikita. Stand up!”
Nikita does as he's told, standing up on his knees again and doing the trick all over, but he's quiet this time, not a sound.
“Good job, good boy!,” he gives him double the praise this time which makes nikita smile and give a finally warranted woof.
“Alright, now sit down,” he's quick to sit back down on his knees “come closer.” he pulls harshly on the leash, forcing nikita forward. He winced from his dry skin dragging across the solid flooring.
“There we go,” the blonde's voice drops, sounding much lower “go ahead and open your mouth, puppy.”
As if he didn't know what was coming, Nikita innocently opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, he “wags” his tail and gives him big puppy eyes.
The puppy eyes only last for a second as Artyom's piss hits his face. He closes his eyes with a whine, but keeps his mouth open for him.
“Ah, ah, keep your eyes open.”
Nikita's green-brown eyes flutter open, ignoring the sting. His face quickly becomes wet and shiny, shimmering under the poor lighting. His bangs are soaked and stick to his forehead in greasy curls while the liquid runs off his face and onto the floor.
He lets it hit his tongue, making sure to swallow what he can. It gets all down his chin, running down his neck and chest.
“Yeah, there you go, kitja,” he finishes, letting him get the last few drops on his tongue “go ahead and lick it off.”
Nikita leans forward and gives small puppy licks to the tip of Artyom's cock, eagerly licking him clean. He laps up the leftover piss as well as the precum that had gathered and dripped off of him. Double the treats.
Artyom smiles behind the camera, extending a hand petting his dog “you did such a good job this time, much better than last time,” he whines and leans into his hand “im teaching you good, arent i?”
Nikita licks his hand in response, making Artyom chuckle before clicking off the camera.