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The slam of his locker sounds even more satisfying today.
Whitaker secured his things into his arms, doing his standard tug on the handle to make sure the thing was actually locked despite hearing the mechanical lock whirring only seconds ago.
His mind is scrambled by the thoughts and plans promised to him by the one man he’s been searching for with every damn click he’s heard today. All the medical knowledge having been pushed to the side to make room for the full screen view of Robby with that smirk, the one he pulls when he’s avoiding looking at him with a coy expression, just to find the man nowhere in sight.
To call it torture would be an understatement. This was levels of mental manipulation even the CIA would cower at.
A heavy sigh escapes him, all the tensions of the day slipping from him in one big gust as he begins to pull his phone out, finding the saved place he has set for Robby’s house and placing the order as his feet begin to guide him out from memory.
What his muscle memory didn’t count for was Santos planting herself in his way, stopping him in his tracks with that accusatory glare she held earlier.
“Huck- I still never got an answer to why you were so jumpy.” She grips his shoulder, her stance telling Dennis all he needs to know, she’s not giving this up.
“Just kept hearing random whistles everywhere, think I just need to rest-”
She uses a finger to tilt the phone screen noting the saved location she had seen him put in a few times on the app.
“Right- that’s why you’re riding to this ‘random’ apartment and not back to our apartment…to ‘sleep’...”
They both know very well whose “random” apartment this was, it was hard to keep a secret fling with your boss secret from a woman who took it upon herself to read through your texts- she’s the reason why he had to put the unlock message feature on his phone. But they were still right outside the staff parking, she wasn’t about to out them.
She loosens her grip on his shoulder, only to begin guiding him away from the entry way where too many familiar faces were flowing in and out through.
Once there is enough distance between them and people with scrubs- or god forbid Myrna happens to roll by, she seems to have one question on her mind.
“Did he like…pavlov you or something?”
Was it pavlov-ing if he willingly did so? Or more so begged on his hands and knees for the other to do so…
“N-not really…but kinda- I don’t think?” Dennis responds, his eyes still fixated on the approaching driver icon, there always seem to be a few near the hospital at any given time with it being a high traffic area and frequent ambulance drop-offs with no way back.
Trinity stares at him for a solid 10 seconds, clearly dumbfounded by the man’s non-answer.
“Yeah, clearly you don’t think.” She comments, her own eyes glancing to the phone seeing it was only a minute away.
“Well whatever he did or didn’t do- he better fix it. You’re starting to look like a scared mouse…more than usual.” She finally releases her hold on him, patting his back with a finite smack before she is off, not forgetting to shout back very loudly. “Have fun getting laid!”
Dennis wants to shrink up into a ball, but he resists the urge- not because he can’t, but the uber is pulling up and he is ready to shut his brain off entirely.
—-
The one good thing about wearing his scrubs around, people tend to give him space after a hard day. There was not a single word uttered between him and the gentlemen driving him to the apartment complex, it was heavenly bliss.
And his playlist seemingly had no ads through the entire drive, letting him freely slip away to his happy place, that soft safe place in his mind littered with a cozy cage and a toy he could mindlessly chew while his brain did nothing but be a puppy.
When the car stops, he offers the obligatory ‘thank you’, the action able to be done without slipping him from the headspace too much as he navigates to the apartment that was becoming his second home.
His nose twitches, almost like he could actually track his way to the very doorstep, even if in reality he could smell the air freshener that Robby’s elderly neighbors doused the halls with.
In a few short minutes he’s at the door, simply staring at the grain pattern of the wood, his brain taking a few seconds to rev back into gear to actually knock.
But when he goes to do so, the door opens to none other than Robby, already showered and dressed in a dark grey t-shirt with a pair of plaid boxers to boot.
“How long were you going to stand outside waiting?” Robby asked, that damned smile appearing as he looked over the shorter man, still dressed in his signature black scrubs- well if he had gone the day without getting coated in some bodily fluid.
There is a pause between them, Dennis’s lips parting but nothing coming out. He truly had fried his brain slipping in and out of the headspace so much.
Robby seems to pick up on this, reaching a hand out tugging the man in by his elbow, leaning toward him as he shut the door.
“Oh wow, you really are lost in there puppy.”
Finally, words seem to spill from his lips as he begins to walk on his own, setting his things on the table in the entryway.
“Sorry, Robby. I-i’m just kinda buffering right now. Everything is fried in there-”
A hand quickly stops him, tugging Dennis back to force his attention back on him.
There is a pause there, like the older was awaiting for him to say something more- but Dennis seems only confused.
“That’s not my name puppy. And you know it.” The older quickly corrects as he begins to stroke the other’s arm tenderly.
Whitaker looks back to him, a small smile creeping his lips as his face begins to shift to a rosy red hue.
The two begin to gravitate back towards each other; Dennis taking one and half steps back and Robby taking one forward, they close the space quickly as their lips find one another, slipping into place as they always seemed to.
The kiss lasts only for a few moments, but it works almost like a restart to Dennis’ nervous system, his eyes softening as he slowly begins returning away to that cozy place in his mind.
Robby watches the switch in real time, it was so faint to anyone else. Just a different look to his eyes, the gleam and sparkle of it shimmering just a smidgen brighter.
But Robby knew very well what was unfolding before him- hell he was the one responsible for luring it out of Dennis in the first place.
Who knew accidentally calling your R1 a “Good boy” would have this butterfly effect.
If someone had told Robby this would have happened- he probably would have done it sooner.
“There he is.” The words spill like a purr, dragging their way out of Robby’s throat so naturally.
“There’s my good boy.”
Dennis is well aware he’s smiling like an idiot, his hips beginning to sway like he was wagging some phantom tail.
But he didn’t need to worry about that right now, not with the man before.
“What’s my name, puppy?” The older asks, a finger gently tilting the younger’s chin up, wanting to watch the final puzzle piece fall into place, to know his pup was truly there. Truly his.
“Daddy.” The words fall clumsily from Dennis’ lips, his brain shut off from any real thought then hogging his owner’s attention.
“Good boy, you remember now.” He leans down, placing a kiss onto the pup’s forehead, taking a deep inhale of his work tousled hair before he pulls back, admiring every little detail he can. Lines of his face he’s traced a million times before, still as alluring since their first shift together.
“Daddy is gonna get you out of these clothes and into the shower so you can clean yourself up. Then after you’re all cleaned- we can play with the clicker, sound good puppy?”
Dennis nods, which is all the confirmation Robby needs to begin dragging the pup to the bathroom, eager in any way to have an excuse to put his hands all over the boy.
—-
It probably was only 10 minutes, maybe 15- but it felt like hours sitting in that reclining chair awaiting his pup to open that bathroom door in that outfit he left with him- or really a lack there of an outfit.
But finally, he hears the soft click off the bathroom door, the slow uncertain footsteps of a puppy in need of some guidance.
He lifts his hand, admiring the red clicker in his grasp, his thumb teasing over the button before he lurches forward, ready to put it to use.
Click Click
The footsteps quicken as the man comes into view, wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties with a bulge in the front that has Robby’s mouth watering.
The taut fabric is hugging the other’s thighs so tightly Robby for a moment thinks it’s constricting blood flow. Or maybe that’s Robby’s own head talking, feeling woozy with how quickly he’s begun to stiffen up.
Dennis quickly reaches his designated spot, right at Robby’s feet.
His hair is still slightly damp from the shower, a few droplets still clinging to his skin as his head tilts to the side, his curious puppy wondering what he would be asked to do next.
“Good boy.” Robby praises, reaching a hand forward and gliding up and down the man’s thigh, his thumb teasing at the fabric that was keeping him from seeing the man fully bare.
But he has to refrain, not until he’s properly geared his pup up.
“Sit.”
Dennis plops down to his knees in an instant, those big sad eyes looking up to the older as his chin begins to rest along Robby’s knees.
A part of Robby wants to correct the behavior, to demand the other retry till he doesn’t move at all other than to sit down, to watch his puppy fail to resist touching him a million times over till he learned to follow his exact orders.
But he doesn’t, because he’s craving to touch the other just as much.
Robby’s hand quickly finds its way into the mop of curls, beginning to scratch in that slow rhythmic pattern that makes Whitaker melt into him even more.
“Such a good pup…” He whispers past his lips, setting the clicker down before pulling out a black leather collar from the side table, the one he had been waiting since he saw how agitated his pup was at work to fix on him and make everything just go away.
The collar slips on with ease, though it’s not without protest as he needs both hands to work it on, which earns a pitiful whine from Dennis- but is quickly remedied once the leather is in place, returning his hand to his hair with a rough scratch.
“So needy. Just how Daddy likes you…” Robby spills out as he picks the clicker back up, making sure the pup is watching him toy with it in his hands. His thumb teasing the button, watching as Dennis whines softly each time he thinks the clicker will be pressed.
Robby can’t help but chuckle as he watches his pup squirm under the teasing, only relenting after another minute.
“Alright, Alright…as much as I want to hear you whimper all night, I remember you had a problem with this thing right here. Is that right?” He dangled the clicker in front of the pup’s face, earning a whine that caused a twitch in his groin that Robby’s finding hard to ignore.
“Use your words, puppy.” The older commands, pulling the clicker back into his grasp as the hand in the man’s hair stills- waiting for obedience before he continues to reward him.
Dennis squirms, pushing his head up into the other’s grasp, his hands pushing off Robby’s knees- but the older simply pulls his hand away fully.
“Ah ah ah- no. Not until you use your words.” Robby holds the pup’s pathetic gaze, challenging him to disobey, to give him an excuse to bend the pup over his knee and leave his handprint across his backside till he was feeling it tomorrow.
Finally, after pouting out his lip, Dennis gets some words to come out.
“Yes- Yes, daddy. Please…Clicker mean. Can’t think…too many clicky things.” The words are sloppy on his tongue as he speaks, not wanting to use too many words since it takes too much brain power for his stupid puppy brain to understand.
Robby’s hand returns to the younger’s head, slinking down to that pouting lip, his thumb teasing them to open before slipping his thumb inside and hooking his jaw.
“Oh I know, baby. It’s so mean to you. Making you think of Daddy when you’re supposed to be working like a good boy. We can’t have that.” His voice is condescending as his thumb begins to move along Dennis’ tongue, watching the drool begin to coat his thumb and spill over the pup’s lips.
“But, lucky for you, Daddy’s already got a plan. You don’t have to think about anything, just be a real good boy and I’ll give you your favorite treat afterwards.”
Dennis nods absently, his hips swaying about behind him as his mind filled with the many “treats” which could possibly be his reward.
With that signature groan that only middle-aged men seemed to produce, Robby rose from the couch, his hand slipping out of Dennis’ mouth and up to his own lips where he licked a stripe of the saliva off. He drags the taste of it across his mouth, wanting to embed the taste of the younger to his mouth until he couldn’t taste anything else.
Dennis eagerly begins to rise too, but a glance is all it takes to stop him from moving, the kind that only needs a slight side eye to have the pup plopping himself back onto his knees.
“Oh no, puppy. Sit. You stay right here, we need to start fixing that dumb little mutt brain of yours so you only listen to me.” Robby reaches a hand down, petting the other’s hair for a few moments longer than normal, knowing once he pulls that gentle touch away Dennis is going to be needier than ever.
“I’m going to walk away. You are to stay right here and sit. No standing- No calling out for me- and No trying to sneak either. I’ll know if you move, so don’t. Or I’ll have to punish my pretty puppy- and I don’t wanna have to do that. You can only move when you hear my tongue click- not when the clicker does. So be a good boy, and stay.”
With one final scratch, Robby is off towards the kitchen, already planning in his mind what treats he should begin prepping for his pet.
Speaking of said pet, as soon as Robby rounded the corner and out of sight, Whitaker began to whimper and whine his hands toying with the carpeted floor, plucking at the strands to try and refocus himself- to not listen to the part of his brain that wants to crawl after his owner to soak up all the attention he can get.
Click Click
Dennis can feel himself taking a step forward automatically, before he stills himself, firmly placing his hand back to the floor. He can hear Robby moving about, opening the fridge- opening cabinet doors just to shut them immediately after. He knows the other doesn’t need to be doing all that, the treats he usually eats are already being in bags in the pantry, but he’s just making noise so Dennis will come investigate after all, to test his will to resist his own brain.
But Dennis holds steady. For the most part.
Click Click
Another click, this one he is able to keep himself firmly in place, not moving his body to move at all. Though his head does perk up, a movement he quickly corrects as he looks to the ground with a grumble.
Another minute passes then:
Click Click
This one, he fully resists, biting back the plea that wants to escape him, to beg his owner to let him get up and see him.
After a few more silent minutes, Robby clicks his tongue, the distinct noise causing the pup to lurch forward before crawling towards the kitchen.
“Good boy, pup.” Robby cooed as he approached the man dragging himself on the floor, a piece of jerky in his hand which he quickly brought to Dennis’ mouth. “Here, you did so well, baby.”
Dennis happily laps the jerky up, but his eyes are focused up at the man, wasting no time to rub his face against the man’s leg and letting out a pitiful whine as he swallows down his reward.
“Oh I know puppy- that must have been torture. A whole 5 minutes without attention, you were just withering away without it.” Robby jokes, petting the other’s head as he watches the other paw at his legs.
“I think you did so well, you deserve a special treat?” The older purrs, gripping the pup’s hair and gently guiding him closer to his crotch, watching Dennis nuzzle against the bulge of his boxer’s without hesitation, a sharp breath escaping Robby in a rush.
“Fuck-” Robby hisses out, resisting the desire to simply pull his cock out and bury himself in the pup’s throat with no warning- but he resists enough to pull the pup’s head back.
But when he does so, he can see the bulge in those ill-fitting panties is beginning to grow.
Robby shuffles his foot forward, pressing his ankle against the growing arousal as he watches the immediate gasp his pup lets out, another slew of pitiful whimpers and whines slipping from his lips.
“Look at you puppy- already getting all excited and you haven’t even gotten to see your special treat yet.” He rolls his foot forward, offering up more of the delectable friction against Whitaker’s arousal, earning a few shaky moans as desperate hands wrap around Robby’s leg.
Robby then still his leg with a chuckle, watching the flustered pup whine at the loss of friction.
“Daddy- please…puppy needs-” Dennis whimpers, interrupting himself as he begins to thrust up against the older’s leg, needing to have that friction back so desperately he was going mad without it.
“Awwee.” The patronizing tone of Robby’s coo only seems to work him up more, his humping picking up as he avoids looking up at him, some part deep within him just slightly embarrassed he’s humping against his superior's leg.
“Look at you go, my needy little pup. It’s like you're in heat.” As soon as the words are spoken, he pulls his leg back, tugging the other backwards to still his frantic need for contact.
“Patience pup, I still gotta make sure your little dumb puppy brain understands who to listen too now…” He whispers before releasing the other’s hair, holding his hand high to signal the other to stay as he takes a much needed step back. Robby was certain if he didn’t put the distance he himself would have let the pup keep going just to get to witness Dennis losing himself in the pure need.
“Stay.”
Robby then snatches up the clicker from the counter, waving it about as he leaves the kitchen with a pep in his step, an idea forming in his mind he was eager to play out to really remind the pup he should only follow his clicks.
Dennis sits stiffly on the kitchen floor, the chill of the tile doing little to cool his flushed skin. Staring down at himself all he sees is his boner, barely hidden anymore and on the verge of slipping out from the fabric. He wants to reach down, free himself, and give himself that relief he has been craving. But if he does, his owner certainly won’t give him his treat, bad puppy’s don’t get treats.
So all he can do to stop himself from being bad is sit and stare at the floor.
Then he hears a noise, or more so a groan.
A groan he knows all too well.
Dennis can’t help the whine that escapes him knowing that Robby is touching himself and he can’t see. That he can’t be the one helping bring his owner to the peaks of pleasure.
But no, he’s gotta wait and sit, or he won’t get to help at all.
Click Click
Dennis whines again, he can’t go yet.
Click Click
Another loud groan sounds from the living room and Dennis wants to fight whoever laid the very walls of this apartment, the walls keeping him from seeing his owner stroking his cock- probably scrunching his nose like he always did, a thought that has his own cock throbbing in kind.
Click Click
“Please- Please…” He whispers, he’s not sure who he’s pleading to more; to beg Robby to allow him to come over or to beg himself to keep holding back from doing anything but staying put like his owner commanded.
Suddenly, he hears it.
That damn tongue click he’s been waiting for.
And Dennis does not waste another second.
The pup quickly rounds the corner, spotting Robby settled onto his recliner like before. What was different about this sight however was Robby had pulled his boxers down just enough to free his cut cock, his hand wrapped about the shaft and slowly pumping himself while his other hand tossed the clicker away.
Dennis shuffles closer, stopping at his feet once more, his eyes transfixed on the tantalizing sight of the older’s cock and the coarse salt and pepper hair surrounding the base of it.
“Good boy, you did so well.” Robby praises as he exhales a deep breath, his hand picking up it’s pace just at seeing his pup before him. “Daddy was just getting your treat all ready for you.”
Robby shuffles forward in the cushioned seat, his cock only a few inches from the watering mouth of his pup. His free hand reaches out, gripping the pup by his collar, taking a small moment to ensure it was loose enough to do so before bringing the pup face to face with his hard cock.
“Go on, enjoy your first treat.”
Dennis stalls for a moment, his mind beaming at the idea of what his next treat could be before he quickly leans forward, licking at the swollen head, watching his owner’s gasp at the small contact alone before he begins to work his way down it, offering puppy kisses to the sensitive flesh, even leaving a few licks that had stilled is stroking to let the pup have his fun.
When Dennis has had enough tasting every inch, he parts his lips and begins to slowly bob his head along the tip, circling about with his tongue. The taste of sweat and pre-cum like heaven on his tongue.
“Oh yes, just like that puppy.” Robby moans, his fingers still hooked around the other’s collar and dragging the other in closer to sink his cock further in their mouth.
Dennis’ own need had finally pushed past the tight fabric, pressing against thigh as he began to work inch by inch down his throat. His hips buck, desperate to have some time of touch along his neglected cock, but nothing is there. He let’s out a whine around the cock in his mouth, his need sending vibrations that cause Robby to tug him even further onto his length.
When Dennis’ nose brushes against Robby’s thick bush of hair, he’s taken almost the entire length down and his throat is beginning to disagree with his favorite pastime, causing him to gag around it.
Robby of course helps guide him back off, the hand once holding his cock now bracing against the other’s shoulder while the one on his collar moves to his head. He clutches a bundle of curls in his hand and begins to repeat the motions, bobbing the pup’s head along his shaft at a steadily increasing pace.
“Fuck- look at you-” Robby groans out, using his thumb to push som of the curls that fell into his face so he can get an even better view of the beautiful face taking his cock so well. “-you were made for this pup, to be a good little cock sucker for me.”
Robby continues the thrusts for a few more moments, until he suddenly pulls Dennis off him with a will power he struggled to maintain as he was faced with the drool dribbling out of his pup and the chill of the air when only seconds before he was being welcomed by a warm throat.
“But I said I’d give you a treat- and cock sucking ain’t no treat for my sweet boy.” Robby suddenly rose from his seat, stroking the saliva covering his cock as he looked down at the pup, taking a few deep breaths to collect himself as a smirk tugs at his lips.
Dennis on the other hand is excitedly looking up at his superior, panting happily as he started to have an idea what the real treat might be.
“Hands and knees- now.”
The man doesn’t need to be told twice, shuffling a foot away and settling himself onto his hands and knees like requested, glancing back over his shoulder only to see the older approaching post haste.
Settling in behind Whitaker, Robby groans at being on his knees, but shuts himself up because the view before him was worth the aching.
“A good boy like this needs to be treated right-” Robby leans over top him, resting a hand onto the smaller’s waist as he whispers right into the other’s ear. “To be bred right.”
The word stirs Dennis up, earning a few excited barks and his entire body eagerly pushing back against Robby.
“See, you understand. I only want to give my puppy the best.” Robby purrs, offering a tender kiss to the back of his neck as he continues to stroke his cock with one hand, and the other he settled onto the pup’s hip begins to tease at the panties, which were obsolete at keeping Dennis decent anymore, but they were keeping Robby from one last thing.
The kisses begin to migrate further down, whispering his own need for the pup each inch he travels downward until he reaches the hem of the panties, taking it into his teeth without another thought. With the help of the hand already toying with the other’s panties, the fabric slips away, settling at his knees and giving Robby the access he’d been dying to have all day.
He quickly repositions himself, not wanting to make his pup wait any further, or himself for that matter, pulling away his spit coated hand and slicking up the outside with haste, his need out waying his normal prepping.
Robby takes one more moment, lining himself as he placed the hand once used to undress the pup onto his lower back before with one slow thrust he pushes the head inside.
He doesn’t stop with the head, he slowly begins to slide his entire length inside the pup as he moves his hands around to his hips, using them to help him push until he can't anymore.
Dennis was a whining and moaning mess, his muscles working over time at the sudden intrusion inside his body. His fingers were digging into the carpet as his cock twitched freely in the open air, still being neglected but Dennis suspected it wouldn’t be for long.
When the older finally hilts himself all the way inside, he lets out a momentous sigh, finally getting to be buried balls deep in his pup.
“That’s a good fucking pup- you feel heavenly, baby.” Robby takes a few seconds to relax himself, to let the other’s body adjust to being stretched so full as he admires the white expanse before him.
Then he is moving, thrusting slowly at first, he wants to really savor the feeling of those tight walls clutching his cock. But soon he is picking up the pace, slamming into that special spot inside the younger that makes him sing, the room filled with eager moans and pants from both of them.
“My good puppy, you’re taking daddy’s cock so well. With the way you’re squeezing me, I won’t be able to last much longer.” He grits out, leaning down to wrap a hand around Dennis’ cock, earning an excited whine as he begins to stroke in time with his thrusts.
With each new thrust, both men felt the day’s stress melting away, giving way to just enjoying the feeling of being close to another person and losing yourselves to every primal instinct and desire.
“Close- puppy close…” Dennis cries out, his back arching and tensing in preparation for the impending release, Robby equally as tense as his own release was creeping in.
“Me too- Gonna make sure I’ve filled my pup real well. You want that? To be stuffed full?” Robby is barely holding it together, his hips stuttering as he is getting closer and closer to the peak.
“Yes- Yes- please- Daddy, please!” Dennis keens as he rocks back against the last few thrusts as his own cock begins to dribble with precum before he finally pushes over the edge with a choked gasp.
Robby isn’t far behind, slowing his thrust till the heat in his groin becomes too much, hissing out as he coats the other’s insides.
As he rides out the high, he offers a few more thrusts, sloshing around his load inside his pet’s body, a satisfied hum spilling from his lips as he slumps over top of Dennis.
Even exhausted, Whitaker could hold them upright, he’s starting to thank all those hours he’s spent carrying heavy animal feed and hay bales to be able to enjoy the sensation of being blanketed by the man who just stuffed him full.
They lay silent for a few moments, the only thing escaping their lips being their breaths as they caught them in the after glow.
“Do you think that fixed me?” Dennis pants with a soft laugh, having slipped away from the headspace after his climax and trying to redirect back to what they were supposed to be fixing- that they may have gotten a little side tracked from.
Robby dryly chuckles, bringing a tired hand up to grip Dennis’ face, turning it to the side where he places a quick peck onto it before he blankly states:
“Probably not.”