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“Are you excited for your new toy?”
Changbin leans in the doorframe, looking illegally hot with his smug grin and his crossed arms that always bring out his muscles.
Seungmin thinks it’s unfair. It’s hard to stay witty and sarcastic when his boyfriend is so hot it tends to melt his brain for a moment.
He scoffs, pushing his chair away from his desk where he’d been working on a presentation for his next class. Boring on a bad day, but certainly more boring than whatever Changbin has to say on any day. “What new toy?”
With slow, heavy steps, Changbin saunters towards him, still that cocky look on his face, as if he knows something Seungmin doesn’t. It makes Seungmin squirm.
New toy sounds innocent enough. But nothing is ever innocent when Changbin wears that kind of expression. The one that tells Seungmin he’s in for a session. That Changbin’s fingers are practically itching already to bend him over, push him onto the bed, or the counter… or maybe even that desk he’s sitting at.
Seungmin’s eyes stray towards it. A couple of loose papers are strewn around, some markers on top. Nothing he would bemoan if they were to accidentally fall to the ground, should Changbin suddenly decide that he wants Seungmin right here, right now.
Immediately, Seungmin’s face grows hot. Changbin always seems so controlled, but once the passion overwhelms him, he quickly loses every last restraint. The change always gives Seungmin whiplash. When Changbin suddenly grabs him and presses him down, then tears at his clothes as if he couldn’t get them off fast enough.
Today, however, is not one of those days. Changbin just casually leans against the desk with his butt, his thick fingers grabbing around the edge, close enough that Seungmin has to raise his head to look up at him (for once) – and gives him a calculated smile. His jeans are slightly tented, a traitorous sign that Changbin’s intentions are certainly anything but innocent.
Seungmin swallows the saliva that gathers in his mouth at the sight of the bulge. He’s not as cock-hungry as some of the others (cough, Han Jisung, cough). But he can admit that having a nice weight in his mouth does feel pretty good. Always gives him this floaty, relaxed feeling, mouth stuffed full and head empty.
Of course, he’d never admit to any of that. That would be pathetic. And would ruin the way he makes fun of the others for getting cock-drunk so quickly during sessions. Teasing them on how their eyes go so pretty and empty within seconds of being stuffed.
So no, Seungmin would never admit what he’s thinking when he sees his boyfriend’s pants tent like that.
When his eyes tear away from Changbin’s crotch and snap back up, though, the shit-eating grin on Changbin’s face tells Seungmin that the elder knows exactly what was going through his head.
Luckily, he doesn’t call him out on it. Just sighs dramatically. “Mh, I was told my puppy got a bit bored… and misbehaved”, he says. And suddenly, his smile is replaced with scoldingly raised eyebrows.
The look coldly drills into Seungmin’s face. Dread spreads from Seungmin’s neck all the way down his spine.
Shit, shit, shit.
So Changbin found out.
Fuck.
Of course, he was going to, sooner or later. But Seungmin had been careful. He didn’t sleep with Jisung, who would blabber about it for sure. Or with Felix, whose conscience would have eaten him up until he confessed everything.
No, he had been smart, and chose Hyunjin instead, who can get awfully loud when his emotions boil over, but keeps his mouth shut surprisingly well.
Now, it’s not like Seungmin is not allowed to have sex with the others. Generally speaking. After all, their relationship thrives on their emotional connection as much as it does on their physical one.
So usually, Seungmin can do whatever he wants. No big deal.
Unless one of the dominant members explicitly forbids a certain behaviour. And, unfortunately for Seungmin, that is exactly what Changbin did. He was goddamn adamant that Seungmin could not top anyone for a month.
A fucking month!
All because it would ‘help with his training’ or something. Seungmin grimaces. That stupid training.
Well… He’d never say it out loud, but he does love Changbin’s training.
When he can just turn off his head, and Changbin takes care of the rest. Manipulates his body until Seungmin is hazy, and stimulated, and almost instinctively gets into position head down ass up like a good pup.
And maybe it does help get him into that headspace if he’s needier and not allowed to top, sure. But it’s pretty unfair, in Seungmin’s humble opinion. Simply because he has seven hot boyfriends and is not allowed to fuck them. Who would be cruel like that?
Either way, when Hyunjin had waited for him in his room, and crowded him against the wall practically begging to be fucked (or, okay, maybe just offering, but that’s not how Seungmin will tell the story), Seungmin kindly obliged and pressed him into the mattress for three rounds until Hyunjin was not able to say anything coherent for the next thirty minutes.
It took the edge off for a couple of days, and Seungmin was so, so sure he got away with it.
But as he looks into Changbin’s eyes, he already knows denying it is futile.
“Did I?”, he still asks. His raspy voice doesn’t exactly argue for him.
Humming, Changbin cups his chin between his fingers. Not really pressing into the skin, just a small presence, a reminder of their positions. Seungmin gulps as his neck is stretched upwards. Forcing him to face Changbin. “Yes, pup. Took me a while to find out Hyunjin was the culprit, but the timing made sense.”
Seungmin rolls his eyes, even though his ears heat up.
Leave it to his boyfriend to practically go into detective mode to find out who of their other boyfriends Seungmin fucked stupid. The grip on his chin tightens slightly, squeezing a little into his cheeks, and Seungmin’s gaze snaps back up to Changbin obediently.
He’s so in for a punishment. Seungmin hates punishments with all his heart. Not quite enough to behave all the time, of course, because one, rules are made to be bent, and two, honestly, that would be boring.
But while Jisung acts out on purpose every once in a while, and Felix fucking asks to be punished just for the sake of it – Seungmin really doesn’t like them. There are moments when he gets it. Understands how the sharp edge of pain can bring more sparks into the pleasure. Yet, most of the time, Seungmin is way too sensitive to enjoy any of that.
Naturally, his boyfriends have adjusted. Seungmin’s punishments tend to be whiter, like spending a day on his knees, not being allowed to speak unless spoken to, or even cockwarming one of them for hours on end.
The beginning is always hard, accompanied by stern looks and sometimes even rather harsh words, shameful in ways that makes Seungmin’s blood run hot. The end, however, always leaves him floaty and warm, when whoever is in charge brings him back down to earth and reassures him they love him just as much when he’s naughty.
He loves that feeling.
Still, it’s nothing he looks forward to.
A bit like going to the gym. Once you’re in the middle of running, it’s fun, but stepping out of the house to go there?
Yuck.
And with how specifically Changbin had prohibited Seungmin to fuck someone else, Seungmin doesn’t even want to know what the elder has in store for him. Disobeying a direct order is not something Changbin takes to lightly. Seungmin already sees himself wearing a ring gag for a day and declared free use, and his chest feels like it’s burning.
He swallows around a dry throat. “Ah, that…”, he starts, unsure what to say. He could apologize, of course, try to soften the blow. It might help.
But what should he apologize for? Sorry I fucked my boyfriend who looks like a Greek God?
Hardly. No jury would hold that if they knew what Hyunjin looked like.
Tense, Seungmin prepares himself for the verdict. For Changbin’s hand to tighten on his cheeks and pull him over to the bed or even throw him to the floor as he sometimes likes to do (which is a different kind of hot with how strong and talented at martial arts Changbin is).
But instead, Changbin coos at him sympathetically. Taps against his cheeks a couple of times, even as Seungmin winces away, and grins. “Hah, what am I gonna do with you?”, he asks no one in particular. His eyes never leave Seungmin’s face, darting over it as if the answer would lie somewhere in Seungmin’s features.
“I’m feeling generous today, Seungmin”, Changbin decides, before he pushes off the desk and walks towards Seungmin’s closet in the corner of the room.
The one where he keeps his toys.
Oh no.
Seungmin cranes his head to try and see what Changbin pulls from the little box that is shoved far to the back wall, but Changbin’s broad back easily blocks his view. All he can see is muscles shifting beneath the grey shirt he is wearing. When his boyfriend turns around, Seungmin can only make out the leather strips that hang from one hand. A gag?
The gag?
Wait.
The bone shaped one? Are they doing this punishment in… in puppy training?
A self-satisfied smirk plays around Changbin’s lips as he walks back, and Seungmin cowers in his seat as if that would help him hide. He shivers at the sinister glow in Changbin’s eyes.
“I’ve decided not to punish you for your little mishap”, Changbin says.
Freezing, Seungmin tries to process that.
That is…
Very unlike Changbin.
Changbin is kind, and generous, and supportive, and a lot of other great things – but forgiving during a session? That’s not one of them. Seungmin has never met a dom as strict as Changbin. Even among their boyfriends, he clearly takes the cup.
Which, don’t get him wrong, Seungmin loves. Changbin has that way of establishing clear rules, rules Seungmin can choose to either follow or not, and he clearly knows the outcome of either decision.
Or at least, he thought he did.
So if Changbin doesn’t want to punish him, all that does is make the situation scarier.
“Instead, I want to make an offer”, the elder says, slowly setting down a couple of things on the table, atop the papers strewn around.
One by one, so Seungmin has all the time in the world to process them.
And indeed. That’s… his puppy gear. The black leather strips with the white, bone-shaped mouth-piece in the middle. The simple, dark brown collar that Seungmin has kept in secret for years. The fluffy, brown ears that can be clipped into his hair – and, of course, the expensive tail plug that goes along with it.
Seungmin stares. His body feels too hot, even though the day is rather chill. The toys seem out of place on his university stuff, as if the contrast just made them stand out more. Made them feel even filthier, and Seungmin even more embarrassed about having them.
Changbin’s hand weaves into his hair, gently scratching over Seungmin’s scalp. As if he truly was a pet. Seungmin wills his head to stay clear, but it’s so hard. The shame and desire mingle quickly. Every movement of Changbin’s fingers already has him sinking down into that simple headspace, and Seungmin wants nothing more than for Changbin to force him down all the way.
“See, I know it’s hard for you pup”, Changbin murmurs with a cocked head and eyes that study Seungmin like he’s just an adorable pet. He sighs. “I was negligent with you, didn’t consider your needs properly. But I’ve remedied that. I got a brand-new toy for you.”
Seungmin freezes, heart pounding. His eyes go wide. He doesn’t dare to move, afraid to accidentally provoke Changbin.
A new toy can’t be good. What could it be? A cock cage? A whip? Cold sweat breaks out on Seungmin’s skin.
Cooing, Changbin strokes through his hair.
“And instead of the punishment, I’ll have you play with that. You’re just a needy pup, after all. Only thinking about one thing, hm? It’s not your fault you had to go and fuck Hyunjin. A lot of puppies hump the next best thing when they’re bored, they just don’t know any better. Can’t help but think with their needy little cocks. It’s a bit pathetic, but that’s just how it is.”
Heat slams into Seungmin’s face.
Agitated, he’s up and about to jump up and tell Changbin he can shove his new toy up his own ass if it’s so great – despite how scary Changbin can look with his thick arms and those narrowed eyes if Seungmin acts out.
But his throat is tied up. The humiliation and that sliver of truth that lies in Changbin’s words have his voice raspy, his usual fire not quite shining through. Because that’s what happened, right? He was so needy that he couldn’t help but break the one rule he was given and fuck Hyunjin.
“Before you decide”, Changbin drawls, still grinning as if he was having a field day, “don’t you want to know what the new toy is?”
Seungmin clears his throat, trying to get some saliva into his mouth. His body is filled with adrenaline, but curiosity has always been his weakness and Changbin knows it. “What is it?”
Pushing off the desk, Changbin picks up the fluffy brown puppy ears and rounds Seungmin. When Seungmin cranes his head to look back at him, Changbin rather roughly forces him to stare forward again.
Changbin’s scent fills the air. He always smells like he’s fresh out of the shower, and Seungmin shudders with it.
Fingers work at his hair strands. Seungmin’s scalp tickles as Changbin fiddles with the ears, fastening them in his hair until they are tightly secured.
Seungmin blushes, not sure why Changbin is doing it, but he doesn’t want to stop him either. His boyfriend hums. “See, I know you need an outlet. Something you can hump and get off on before the need gets overwhelming.”
Thighs clenching, Seungmin goes hot all over. He stares blankly at his computer screen, fingers curling into his legs. The light tone seems to make the words even more condescending. As if Changbin was merely stating facts.
Once happy with the ears, Changbin leans down until their heads are the same height. His voice drops to a smooth, warm murmur. “And a certain friend of yours offered to be that outlet.”
Seungmin’s mouth parts in confusion.
Shocked. Excited. Nervous.
“What?”
Crouching down, Changbin spins Seungmin in his chair until they can look at each other. Gone is the cocky smirk and stern expression. In its stead is the soft smile Changbin usually wears, especially when he’s taking care of Seungmin.
He looks so beautiful when he’s like that, staring at Seungmin with all the adoration in the world.
“Jeongin-ah wants to play with you”, he says, as his hands fan warmly over Seungmin’s thighs. “In your puppy space.”
Speechless, Seungmin gapes at him. He knows his boyfriends have been curious about what’s going on behind closed doors – something that is not very common in their dorm. Usually, all of them are rather open (if you ask Seungmin, sometimes a bit too open, when the kitchen counters are involved) about what they do with each other.
But not Seungmin. At least not about this. The others do know that sometimes, Changbin treats Seungmin like a pet. A dog.
Yet… that’s about it.
Seungmin has always been too embarrassed to talk about it, much less let them see. And now Jeongin… what? Wants to play with him? Wants to treat Seungmin like his… his puppy?
Different feelings war inside Seungmin’s stomach, and he goes nauseous from it. His face pales.
“You know you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, Seungmin-ah”, Changbin says, thumb softly rubbing against Seungmin’s thigh. His broad hands stand out against Seungmin’s dark pants, and he feels too hot already. “But I can tell you he’s head over heels for the idea. Finds it just as hot as I do.”
Seungmin’s heart flutters. He’s never felt as loved as he does since he knows Changbin and Jeongin – the other six now fully completing the sentiment – and he doesn’t know what to say.
He wants to try it. So badly. He doesn’t want to be so secretive about this anymore, always feels like he’s doing something wrong when the others could even catch a glimpse of his ears.
And part of him loves the idea of having Jeongin, and maybe, someday, all his boyfriends, play with him like that. Order him around while he can just stop thinking and please them.
But he’s scared.
What if Jeongin thinks he’s a freak? What if he’ll break up with him?
Realistically, he knows it won’t happen – but this nagging voice in the back of his head keeps cawing what if it does? What will you do then? What if Jeongin tells the others, and the others laugh about him, and then-
“Hey, hey, Seungmin, it’s okay”, Changbin shushes him gently, hands soothingly rubbing up and down his thighs. Blinking, Seungmin finds Changbin’s eyes, deep and calm in their colour. His brown hair falls softly into his face, completing the warm look. “Can you tell me what you’re thinking?”
And Seungmin-
Can’t.
His mouth opens, but the words don’t come out.
Nodding, Changbin straightens up and cups his face with a calloused palm. He looks down at Seungmin, perfectly reading his expression. The way he always seems to do. It makes Seungmin’s heart stutter. “Are you scared Jeongin’s gonna judge you?”
Blinking fast, Seungmin lowers his gaze.
“Yes.” His voice is hardly audible.
“But you like the idea in general?”
Gulping, Seungmin’s head feels like it clears up a little. He does like it. He loves it, even, feels the arousal simmer beneath his skin like a warm hum with every beat of his fluttering heart.
“Yes.”
Changbin smiles down on him, hand patting his shoulder. “Then how about I make him wear a blindfold first? And you see how you feel about it?”
Licking over his bottom lip, Seungmin contemplates it. If Jeongin were to wear a blindfold… it would take away the humiliation of seeing Seungmin in his gear. He’ll hear Seungmin, but… Seungmin doesn’t have to be loud while in his puppy space.
In fact, more often than not, he tends to go practically mute.
So all that would be left for Jeongin would be the sensations. The soft brush of the tail against his naked thighs, the paws grabbing at him, or maybe, if Changbin lets them, Seungmin’s tongue dragging over his skin.
Even if Seungmin decides it’s too much, one signal from him, and they’d interrupt the whole session. Jeongin would be none the wiser. Warmth grows in Seungmin’s chest as everything clicks into place. A perfect solution for his problem.
“Please”, he whispers, too grateful for how considerate Changbin is.
Smiling softly, Changbin squeezes his shoulder. “Okay. Then let’s get you ready and go downstairs, hm? The others are out, it’s just us and Jeongin.”
Seungmin swallows hard. This could all go horribly wrong and be the most embarrassing experience of his life. But somehow, Seungmin knows they’ll be okay even if that happens. Gathers the courage to nod.
“Good boy”, Changbin coos, rubbing over Seungmin’s legs in a way that’s almost proud. Then, something in his eyes changes. Becomes sharper, darker.
Seungmin feels the effect of it instantly.
“Undress for me, pup, then get on the bed.”
Without waiting, Changbin turns back to the closet to gather the rest of their supplies. He doesn’t look towards Seungmin to make sure he follows the command – because he already knows Seungmin will. He agreed, so he will follow Changbin’s orders.
Something about how confident Changbin is in Seungmin’s obedience already drives him deeper into a submissive mindset.
It doesn’t make the task any easier, however. Seungmin’s fingers sweat when he unbuttons his shirt, struggling a bit with the stubborn third button. He fumbles them open, one after another. Every now and then, his gaze nervously stray towards Changbin. Watches the muscles around his shoulder blades move beneath his thin shirt as he rummages around, getting what he needs.
Maybe, Seungmin thinks, he’s also just acting busy so Seungmin can take his time. Can ease himself into it.
Either way, Seungmin flinches when he stands up to let his shirt drop and the desk chair clicks – as if it was announcing “Kim Seungmin will pull off his pants now”. The heat of the embarrassment and anticipation already simmer in his belly. Stripping in the middle of his room, while Changbin stays fully clothed.
Quickly, Seungmin gets rid of his trousers, underwear as well.
And then he’s naked.
Right behind Changbin, who still has his head buried in the closet. Doesn’t even spare a glance at him. Heat rises to Seungmin’s ears as he turns to the bed. It’s shoved into the corner of his room, a cozy nook that feels like a trap right now.
His legs shake a little as he makes his way over, and onto the mattress. The soft fabric dips beneath his hands and knees as he gets into position. On all fours. Just like a dog.
He stares at the white bed sheets below him, almost too smooth against his skin. It makes him uneasy, Changbin’s training so ingrained into him by now.
After all, dogs are not allowed on the bed.
With a shivering breath, Seungmin tries to get into his headspace. Reminds himself that Changbin ordered him to be exactly here, and that he fulfilled his task. He doesn’t have to do any more now. Changbin will take care of everything.
All Seungmin has to do is be good and hold still.
Which, honestly, is harder than it sounds. For Seungmin, at least.
Felix never seems to have any problems following orders, unless, of course, they specifically set him up to fail. Which they do. A lot. Give Felix a task that is utterly impossible to complete, just to see those pretty tears in his eyes and hear the overwhelmed moans when he gets punished.
He hears Changbin shifting, his heavy steps walking towards the bedside, and even though he tries not to look, he does. Changbin smiles at him, almost a bit too cheerful, but his eyes hold something hungry as they glide down Seungmin’s exposed body.
Seungmin shivers under the attention, heating up even more as Changbin’s eyes hang on his ass. His half-hard cock twitches the longer Changbin stares.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this”, Changbin says, his voice a bit breathy.
Seungmin burns.
“Just get it over with”, Seungmin mumbles, deeply embarrassed and turned on, and… yes, okay, maybe something akin to giddy, and that only embarrasses him more.
Laughing, Changbin’s big hand slams onto his lower back, patting him twice as he puts everything onto the mattress. Seungmin doesn’t have to look to know what Changbin got. Aside from the ears, they’ve collected quite a bit of gear over the last couple of weeks.
The first thing Changbin uses is always the collar. Always.
It jingles between Changbin’s fingers, an inconspicuous brown with a silver buckle that closes it nice and tight. There’s another, small and black quick buckle for emergency release, but Changbin knows just how tight to make it.
The cool leather brushes against Seungmin’s throat, and he releases a ragged breath as Changbin fastens it around his neck. Tight enough to feel the steady pressure of it, soft enough to be able to breathe.
A constant reminder of his role. His place. He’s Changbin’s now.
The feeling is almost comforting, makes Seungmin’s breath slow down even as arousal drizzles through his spine. Seungmin revels in it. Takes a deep breath just to feel his throat expand against the soft leather.
For now, he can be Changbin’s. Changbin’s puppy. He doesn’t have to think or worry.
Up next is the tail plug. It matches his fluffy, dark brown ears in its softness, and will brush against Seungmin’s thighs with every movement.
The plug is not big, but back when they first tried this, Changbin always took his sweet time to tease Seungmin open.
Kept fucking him with one finger and adding more and more lube until Seungmin was positively dripping. Slowly drove him insane with that constant war of desperately wanting to beg Changbin to move faster, and trying so, so hard to be good and hold still.
Changbin insisted it was necessary, if he wanted to keep the plug in for long. But his broadcasted quite obviously that he also immensely enjoyed watching Seungmin go insane on his finger.
Either way, by now, Seungmin’s body has gotten used to the intrusion. With seven boyfriends, he’s hardly empty for more than a day before somebody pulls him into a kiss and works him open again.
Still, the click of the lube bottle is enough to have him clenching down hard in anticipation. As if he can’t wait to be full again.
Seungmin’s fingers curl into the sheets below him when Changbin starts rubbing a thumb against his hole. Waits for it to give, coaxes Seungmin into that sweet state of relaxation, giving up all his resistance before he’ll even think about putting it inside.
Exhaling, Seungmin closes his eyes. The feeling is maddening, too little and too much at the same time. Ever so subtly, he pushes back onto Changbin’s finger, to get it inside, to get this over with – and Changbin slips in.
Changbin huffs. “Mh, greedy. Are you so needy already, pup? Can’t wait to be a good dog and mount Jeongin-ah, huh?”
His words drip with condescension.
The heat momentarily threatens to explode inside Seungmin’s head, making his teeth grit and his thighs shake. Changbin pushes deeper, starts prodding around his insides. Every little push sends spark through Seungmin’s body, that seem to shoot up to his head and down again, before they cumulate inside his crotch.
Seungmin’s cock is rock-hard at the mere thought of what’s going to happen. Jeongin, blindfolded and bent over. Hole open and ready, just for Seungmin. Maybe begging him.
The image helps him stay still, a kind of single-minded focus that allows him to let the sensation of Changbin’s fingers stretching him to fade into background noise. The strokes and movements still sparkle under his skin, but everything seems to get calmer. A steady hum of pleasure and arousal that settles around his body.
Changbin works swiftly, and Seungmin can almost ignore the humiliation from having someone play with him so intimately. Opening him up, watching his own fingers be swallowed by Seungmin’s ass. Before he knows it, he shivers at the cold metal that is pressed against his hole.
The plug is not huge, but it certainly is big enough to put neat pressure against all of Seungmin’s sensitive spots. A steady weight that keeps him shifting around it, little sparks of unwanted pleasure erupting behind his eyes whenever he does. The long tail settles against the back of his thighs, soft and warm, and Seungmin whimpers quietly when it swishes around.
It’s already a little bit too much. The arousal, the humiliation of being dressed up and treated like a dog overwhelm him so quickly these days. Seungmin’s thoughts start to get jumbled, and he swallows hard against the collar that only forces him deeper into his headspace.
His teeth grind against each other, body straining with how hard Seungmin tries to keep himself in place. Forces the need to run, to escape from Changbin, down and focuses on the calming hand that rubs warmly over his lower back instead.
“Doing so well for me, pup”, Changbin murmurs gently. If he notices that Seungmin’s skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he makes his way towards the head end of the bed, where Seungmin looks at him with rapidly blinking eyes.
His heart is galloping. He feels… wrong. Incomplete, a strange urge inside him that’s rapidly growing. His tongue works uselessly inside his mouth.
He didn’t even notice when it started, but now, that he’s not distracted by the fingers in his ass, he’s awfully aware of it. His jaw clenches and unclenches, and Seungmin feels like something is off, but he can’t tell what, he’s not sure, but something’s missing, something-
Changbin lets the gag dangle from his hand, right in front of Seungmin’s face. The one that’s shaped like a bone, soft, white silicone that makes Seungmin drool around it. But also allows him to remain so blissfully silent.
The others hate gags. They love to be loud, to moan and beg and argue.
Seungmin, though, likes them. The gags give him an excuse to stay quiet. To not bother with having to think about what to say next.
Still, when Changbin presses the cold, artificial material against his lips, Seungmin shies back. Silently begging Changbin to force him down, because sometimes, it’s just too hard to let go.
Changbin’s face is calm, belying how roughly he suddenly grabs Seungmin’s hair to keep him in place. It hurts just right. Changbin’s hand feels so big atop his head. “Come on, puppy, be good. You want your treat, open your mouth.”
Seungmin grunts against the sting on his head, trying to pull away even harder. It hurts like a bitch and drives tears to Seungmin’s eyes. Changbin is so much stronger than him that it doesn’t take long for Seungmin to end up huffing and puffing, not even an inch further from where he started out.
Heat runs through his veins when he realizes how useless his struggle is.
“Open”, Changbin repeats calmly, but with that dangerous, warning edge to his voice. Ice runs down Seungmin’s back. If he doesn’t obey now, Changbin is going to get angry. And if he gets angry, he’s really going to remind Seungmin of his place.
Breathing hard, Seungmin forces himself to open his mouth. It feels so relieving to part his lips with a tight jaw, until Changbin can slip the silicone inside. His teeth dig into the gag as Changbin fastens it, like a dog chewing on a bone. It rests heavily on his tongue, reminding him with every swallow that he’s Changbin’s plaything right now.
His heartbeat still races, but the rest of his body feels strangely at ease. Just revels in the endorphins released into his veins.
Seungmin blinks heavily as Changbin finishes up, clenching around the plug inside his ass. Everything feels warm and hazy, and he lowers his body to the mattress, resting on his knees and forearms.
His tongue works around the gag as he does his best to gulp down the saliva in his mouth. When he swallows, his throat bobs against the collar. An unforgiving reminder who he belongs to. Shivering with heat, Seungmin’s fingers curl into the bedsheets.
It’s astounding how fast he gets floaty. How fast he settles into the headspace of being Changbin’s puppy, how his thoughts become drizzle out more and more, start to slow down until they trickle leisurely into his brain. One by one. Seungmin suckles a little bit on his gag.
Slowly, Changbin’s hand strokes over his head. Once. Twice.
“Almost done, pup. Just the mittens.”
Sweat breaks out all over Seungmin’s body at the thought.
The mittens are the latest addition to their gear, soft, big brown paws that look deceivingly adorable, but render Seungmin’s hands utterly useless. His fingers are a tight fit inside them, unable to move and do anything more than try to grab with a bend of his palm.
He can’t fight back with the paws on. Has no chance against Changbin, or anyone else, when they do whatever they want to him. A fact that makes his heart pound inside his stomach. All of his body is caught in a mix of arousal, and that cool, lingering dread. The fear, the embarrassment. Seungmin bathes in it.
When Changbin prompts him, he obediently lifts his hands, one by one. And gives all of his power over to Changbin as the mittens are fastened around his wrists.
Now he’s completely helpless.
Seungmin’s cock is uncomfortably hard against the sheets, twitching with excitement whenever he thinks about fucking Jeongin like this. Part of him is still nauseously nervous that Jeongin might see him like this. Weak, defenceless, and looking like the most adorable puppy with his fluffy ears, and tail, and paws.
But the rest of him brims to the edges with neediness. He whines behind the gag as Changbin finishes up.
Laughter rings through the room. “So greedy, pup. I’ll go get Jeongin-ah ready, can you wait a little bit for me here? I promise I’ll hurry.”
Flexing his new paws, Seungmin nods dutifully.
Changbin ruffles his hair fondly. “Good boy.”
From one moment to the next, his eyes suddenly turn hard. “Now get on the floor. Dogs don’t belong on the bed. Lie down. And stay until I’m back.”
His voice has taken on that stern edge that sends a cold shiver down Seungmin’s spine. Strict and absolute, fully in control.
Seungmin doesn’t hesitate to crawl off the bed and obediently drop down beside it again. Makes himself as comfortable as he can on his knees, belly and forearms. Despite that, heat licks over his body as he lies down.
Like he’s a well-trained puppy.
He supposes he is, in a way. Changbin has been training him for a while now. Week after week, he made Seungmin spend a couple of hours in his puppy space. Learning to stop thinking and follow Changbin’s commands as if it was second nature to him.
It’s concerningly easy to fall into that soothing headspace as Changbin walks out of the room. Seungmin blinks a couple of times, and the familiar shapes of his room seem to soften around the edges. Hazy.
Calm breaths, slowing heartrate, and just drifting. Seungmin’s head drops to his paws as he watches the open door Changbin disappeared through.
Distantly, he hears voices across the hallway. Jeongin’s room. That catches his attention immediately. Wiggling in his spot, Seungmin whines. He even sounds like a dog to his own ears. Only a moment later, Changbin’s head appears in the doorway.
“You okay, pup?”
Sheepish, Seungmin gives him a nod.
Embarrassment colours his ears hot. He didn’t mean to alert Changbin, he’s just so goddamn impatient. His dick is so hard it hurts, and he can’t even try to think about anything else to distract himself because his brain is slow and gooey and only thinking about how tasty Jeongin’s ass is going to look, all presented for him.
Changbin raises an eyebrow. Seungmin whines again, lowering his head guiltily. Licking his lips, Changbin lifts a single finger. “Just a warning shot for now. I know you’re excited, but keep it in unless you need me, understood?”
Seungmin nods quickly.
Changbin doesn’t call him a good boy this time, and instead, just disappears out the door again.
And Seungmin tries his hardest to pretend he doesn’t care – but he fails. He wants the praise, wants Changbin to tell him he’s the best, wants to preen under the praise and let it warm him.
Somehow, it makes him lie down even more determined. Plant his paws and knees firmly in place, perfecting his posture as he waits. He’ll earn that praise.
Seungmin has no idea how long he waits. His muscles ache at some point, straining from staying in the same, uncomfortable position for a little too long. Releasing a huffy breath, Seungmin tries to adjust his posture without losing the lie-down pose Changbin so diligently trained him into.
Still, the burn in his muscles starts to intensify until he’s broken into a sweat. Seungmin chews harder on the bone in his mouth, feeling small and pathetic. It’s such a simple thing to do. Just stay in the same position.
He can do it.
He won’t disappoint Changbin again.
Wiggling his ass again, Seungmin tries to focus on the pressure inside his hole, that small source of pleasure that shoots little, distracting sparks through his body.
The little bits of stimulation zap up his spine, and Seungmin suckles harder on the bone as he clenches rhythmically around the tail to give himself some more stimulation. Humming, his eyes droop. Sinking deeper into that soothing feeling of something filling him.
He floats for a while. Just existing. Allowed to be nothing but a puppy, the only thing on his mind enduring this a little longer, until Changbin comes back.
By the time he does, Seungmin is completely out of it.
A small chuckle reaches his ears, and immediately, Seungmin’s head lifts up again.
Changbin stands in the doorway, grinning at him for a moment, something about it so condescending that it makes heat flare all over Seungmin’s skin. He coos at Seungmin.
“My God, you’re excited. I’ll get you one of those wagging tails, sometime soon, pup. It would be thumping so loud right now.”
Humiliated, Seungmin looks away. He wants to talk back so badly, wants to tell Changbin that he’ll slap the wagging tail right in his face, but with the gag in his mouth, he physically can’t.
It really drives the wedge in deeper, forces Seungmin to accept the fact that he’s not in control, a feeling that leaves him dizzy and warm.
His body is stiff when Changbin’s hand comes to lie on his back, so cool compared to his own hot, sweaty skin. Humming, Changbin strokes over his back for a little bit. Seungmin relaxes into the touch quicker than he would ever admit.
“Sorry, baby, that was mean. You’ve done so well. Stayed so good for me, hm?” He leans a little closer, breath ghosting over Seungmin’s neck as he speaks. “Your reward is waiting downstairs.”
Warmth spreads in Seungmin’s guts like a drop of colour in water. He flinches when Changbin’s strong hands manhandle him, instinctively fighting as he’s picked up princess style – but with his paws all he can do is pathetically flop them against Changbin’s shoulders.
“Stop that”, Changbin scolds him with a pinch to his naked thigh, hands firm and face set just as hard. Seungmin rests utterly powerless in his arms, feeling stupid and small for fighting as he lets himself be carried out of the room. Then down the stairs.
His heart is pounding harder with every single step. Even though he’s been in the frat for a while by now, the times he’s set foot into the playroom are probably less than a dozen. They only use it for either large group sessions, the really intense sessions, or when they need some of the equipment.
Since it’s only the three of them… Seungmin wonders what awaits him today. All that truly matters is that he’ll get to fuck Jeongin, of course. He can’t wait to do it.
Now, it’s not like he usually doesn’t fuck Jeongin. The younger is just too alluring with that cheeky smile when he teases Seungmin until he folds.
More often than not, when Seungmin spends the evening in the same room with Jeongin, he pulls him into a bruising kiss and makes quick work of Jeongin’s clothes. And Jeongin is always so eager. The way his heart still jackhammers against Seungmin’s hand every time when he plays with his sensitive nipples or feels up his throat is hot and adorable.
Yet, they don’t play together as hard as some of the others do.
Or as they do if one of the others is present.
So throwing one of his hyungs into the mix? Always a bit exhilarating.
And that is all ignoring the fact that he hasn’t fucked Jeongin for a week by now, which must have been the longest they’ve gone without doing so since… well, probably since their whole Christmas sex ban.
As Changbin crosses the living room with him in his arms, Seungmin can almost feel Jeongin’s soft muscles beneath his fingertips already. Hear the breathless, intoxicated moans, and see the way Jeongin throws his head back – that little habit of his when it’s too good to take.
On the other hand, the closer they come, the more nervousness settles inside Seungmin’s gut. Heavy and uncomfortable, causing him to squirm in Changbin’s arms when they start to descend into the basement.
He clenches around the plug that keeps him from forgetting it’s there, trying to calm his heart as Changbin slowly descends the stairs to the basement.
Jeongin will wear a blindfold, Seungmin reminds himself. There’s nothing to be afraid of.
Still, nothing could have prepared Seungmin for the moment they cross the threshold – and he actually sees Jeongin.
Kneeling on the carpet beside the bed, hands obediently folded above his legs. Naked. Skin on full display. Wearing nothing but a silky, black blindfold.
The reality of the situation sinks in a faster than Seungmin can process. His head spins as arousal slams into him harder than he can comprehend, clenching his legs together with a whine.
Jeongin’s head jerks into the direction, and Seungmin goes hot all over. Jeongin can’t see, but Seungmin feels like he’s staring at him all the same.
“Sh, you’re okay, pup”, Changbin murmurs into his hair with a soft kiss, before he sets him down a few meters beside Jeongin.
And then, for the first time ever, Changbin commands him like a dog in front of someone else.
“Sit.”
Seungmin’s limbs shake as he rightens himself to sit – or rather, kneel –, the war of emotion still clashing inside him.
He fiddles with the fabric inside of his mittens, curling and uncurling his hands as he tries to stoke the nerves running like a livewire up and down his spine.
The room is just as he remembers it. Spacious and with a little bit of mood lighting, the two of them kneeling in the middle almost a bit out of place. The memories of what transpired here only make Seungmin burn hotter.
“So”, Changbin announces loudly, “you can go over and let him touch you, pup. Or you stay here until I’m done. Your call” The words come out almost off-handedly, as he leaves Seungmin’s side.
Irritated, Seungmin huffs. Why would Changbin leave him? He watches his hyung walk towards the big black machine near one of the walls, metal clinking and gears groaning as Changbin does God-knows-what.
Oh.
Seungmin knows what.
He’s seen that thing before, and Changbin has promised (threatened) to use it for his “training” time and time again.
A black stand, with padded rests for arms, legs and torso. Straps hang down from it, meant to tie wrists, waist and knees firmly to the bench, so there’s no escape. Seungmin shivers with twisted anticipation as he watches Changbin’s biceps flex when he pulls the bench forward. Away from the fucking machine that it can be paired with.
Sweat beads all over Seungmin’s body already, and he has no idea how to deal with it. Will Changbin strap him down on that thing? Milk him off, maybe?
“Hyung?”, Jeongin asks over the silence that is only disturbed by the rattling of Changbin’s pulling.
And Seungmin-
Can’t answer. Not really. Not with the gag. Can only watch as Jeongin reaches out towards his general direction, patting the air.
The disappointment when Jeongin drops his hand again is so painfully obvious. He wants to touch Seungmin, wants that trust. And realized he doesn’t get it.
It’s too much to bear. Seungmin forces himself not to overthink it. Just huffs, as he crawls closer towards Jeongin.
His best friend.
The person he trusts the most.
And Jeongin… is just as naked and vulnerable as he is, Seungmin realizes. There’s nothing to be afraid of.
He gulps heavily, heartbeat loud in his ears. It hammers against his eardrums, as Seungmin lowers his head, and gently nudges it against Jeongin’s shoulder.
The younger startles, but immediately, a smile spreads over his lips.
So pretty.
“Hey! There you are, hyungie”, Jeongin giggles, hands clumsily finding his shoulders. When Seungmin doesn’t respond, Jeongin bites his lip. “Is it… is it okay if I touch you? You can just… you know, leave if you don’t want it.”
Behind the gag, Seungmin’s lips pull into a soft smile at Jeongin’s thoughtfulness. He’s always been so considerate about other people. And it’s… it’s weird. It’s incredibly weird to know he won’t be able to answer, to know Jeongin will find the gag, or the collar, or the ears.
Even so, Seungmin rather enjoys the soft touch of his hands. The way his palms splay warm and gentle over his shoulders, then rub down his arms.
As if he never touched Seungmin before.
Jeongin looks as if he learns Seungmin’s body anew, explores the skin as if it was something precious and fragile. Seungmin shivers under the attention.
Eventually, Jeongin’s hands wander upwards. Over Seungmin’s sensitive neck, sending a shudder of goosebumps across his body. And then they find his face. The strap of the gag crossing over his cheeks.
Seungmin flinches when Jeongin sucks in air sharply. His body goes red.
“Oh, he gagged you?” It’s breathless, quiet, voice shaking with something close to exhilaration. “Is it… is it a muzzle? No, it’s… is that a bone?”
Jeongin’s fingers have found the outer edges, where the gag flares out, and Seungmin revels in the shame. It runs up and down his body together with the arousal, making it just bearable enough to feel pleasurable.
He can’t answer, of course. Just sits there as Jeongin keeps exploring the extent of his gear.
Slowly, Jeongin’s fingers feel him up further, sink into his hair. They tangle inside Seungmin’s strands, but Seungmin holds perfectly still despite the painful little tugs.
And then, Jeongin’s hands find the ears.
“Oh my God”, he breathes. He sounds wrecked, completely enraptured. “Oh my God, hyung, that’s so hot. I know you look so hot and adorable and sexy, fuck. I wish I could see you. I just know you look so hot.”
His tone is reverent, filled with awe and heat and Seungmin’s head spins with the words. He watches Jeongin shudder, sees the way Jeongin’s cock lies hard and drooling against his stomach.
Seungmin’s heart pounds. Should he let Jeongin see?
He gulps.
He could.
Changbin has made it clear that it’ll be his call.
He could give Changbin a signal, and the blindfold would be gone.
There’s no going back, though. If he lets Jeongin see him, it’ll be irreversible.
Seungmin runs hot and cold at the same time, unsure what to do. The thought of Jeongin seeing him like this, maybe… maybe even playing with just Jeongin on their own, someday. Having Jeongin give him commands, and pet him, and turn him into a humiliated mess… It turns him on so much he can’t describe it.
It’s hard to breathe. The air around Seungmin feels heavy and hot, his lungs heaving with every inhale.
Squirming, his eyes find Changbin’s.
“He’s not your hyung, Jeongin-ah. Don’t call him that”, Changbin drawls, but his eyes are fixed on Seungmin. Making sure the words register with him just as much. “Not right now. Right now, he’s just our puppy. Sweet, and adorable… and needy. Too bad you can’t see him. He’s dripping for you.”
Sweat beads all over Seungmin’s skin, toes curling.
A broken breath falls over Jeongin’s lips, close to a curse. He whines, throwing his head back before it slumps forward. “Oh God, this is torture”, he whimpers, and Seungmin’s heartbeat slams into his throat.
Jeongin really finds it hot. The puppy thing. Truly and genuinely.
And Seungmin is still utterly terrified. But the realization makes a surge of bravery run through him.
Again, Seungmin meets Changbin’s eyes. Makes sure they are staring at him with all their attention, until they are silently communicating. Then, he flicks his gaze to Jeongin’s head. To the black satin covering his eyes.
And Seungmin nods.
Changbin still looks as calm as before. Always in control. Of Seungmin, of Jeongin, of the whole situation. But his voice is soft when he steps towards them and puts a comforting hand on the top of Seungmin’s spine.
“Yeah? You sure? Want me to take it off, pup?”
Seungmin swallows the nervous drool in his mouth.
Again, he nods. More determined this time. Changbin’s eyes wander towards Jeongin, smirking slowly. His expression takes on something teasing.
Oh no.
“Want to let little Jeongin-ah see how cute and desperate you already are? Leaking so much? What a good pup you’re going to be for us, so well-trained and behaved?”
Jeongin’s breath hitches, head turning into Changbin’s direction, disoriented. He’s vibrating with excitement. “Please!”
Anxiously, Seungmin watches as Changbin’s hand comes to lift off the blindfold. Drool is hanging around his mouth, but right now, his tongue is dry. Carefully gauging Jeongin’s reaction.
And then it happens.
When the blindfold is lifted, Jeongin blinks. Once, twice, eyes skittish as they travel over Seungmin’s form. With bated breath, Seungmin waits for the verdict. He can barely hear anything over the rush in his ears, and the pounding of his heart.
Eventually, Jeongin’s eyes stop by the ears he’s been petting. Gaze fixed on them, as if he couldn’t take it away, utterly star-struck. Once again, his fingers come to skim over the soft fur, trailing down to Seungmin’s cheek, and caressing the strap of the gag almost lovingly.
His fingers shake with arousal. “Oh my God, that’s so fucking hot.”
Jeongin’s voice is quick and high, a little too breathless, and Seungmin’s heartbeat immediately doubles its pace. The look Jeongin is giving him is burning, his eyes wide and open, doing nothing to hide the flames within. As if he was overwhelmed with what he’s seeing, in the most primal, satisfied way.
As if he loved it.
When Jeongin’s eyes fall to the mittens, he takes another shuddering breath. “Oh, wow, hyung…”, he murmurs, taking them into his hand, as if he couldn’t bear not to touch Seungmin for a single moment longer.
“Can you… can you still grab me with those?”, Jeongin asks, weighing them in his hands.
Something in his voice has changed. Seungmin can’t quite pinpoint it, but it makes the hairs in his neck stand up.
“Can you still, you know… fight us off, hyung? You can’t, right? You have to do what we say, because you can’t fight us off.”
When Jeongin looks at him again, he wears an expression Seungmin has never seen before. Dark, and tilted, and dangerous. He gulps, blood suddenly rushing to his crotch. He doesn’t know what’s happening to Jeongin, but whatever it is, it’s probably foolish to find it that hot.
Changbin, who’s been watching the scene unfold from behind Jeongin, now puts a weighty hand on the maknae’s shoulder. “He’s not your hyung, Jeongin, I told you. Don’t call him that. He’s just a pathetic, helpless little puppy.”
Seungmin shivers. From the blatant disrespect as well as the way both of them are staring at him now. A dark mass in front of him, forcing him to submit thoroughly and inevitably.
“Okay”, Jeongin says, still staring at Seungmin. “Then what should I call him?”
Chuckling, Changbin crouches down behind Jeongin, sinking down onto eye-level with Seungmin. His eyes glint darkly, the shirt around his chest stretched from his muscles. “Ha, I always just call him my pup. But if you want to name him, you should pick something cute, Jeongin-ah, don’t you think?”
The way they talk about him makes Seungmin’s head spin. His eyes snap from one of them to the other, and he truly feels like a dog staring at them. Ears perked up for the words he knows, trying to understand what they want from him.
“Minnie”, Jeongin whispers. “I’ll call him Minnie. Is that okay?”
He seems to ask Seungmin, but Seungmin can’t answer. Doesn’t even make a noise.
It’s just… it’s not his place. He doesn’t want to answer. He doesn’t want to have any say in this. If he did, he’d probably scoff at Jeongin for giving him such a ridiculous nickname. Knowing that Jeongin can even belittle him like that is so humiliating.
Bashfully, Seungmin lowers his eyes.
“Sure, baby”, Changbin readily says in his stead. “Call him Minnie. Now, let’s get you ready for him, yeah?”
Eagerly, Jeongin nods. He gets up on wobbly feet, hard cock bobbing as he does, but Seungmin’s eyes are fixated on Jeongin’s ass when he turns around.
Even without the gag in his mouth he would be salivating. Jeongin just has a really nice behind. But more than that, Seungmin can’t help the images that rush his head when he sees him like that. Of all the times he’s had Jeongin bent over any available surface.
Either fucking him or marking that perky butt red with his handprints. Jeongin loves a nice little spanking, just hard enough to make him feel warm all over without actually hurting.
And Seungmin? Seungmin drinks up the sounds he makes. The overwhelmed whines, the gurgled moans, and the broken little pleas. As if Jeongin himself couldn’t understand why it feels so good, but he wants more and drowns in the sensations at the same time.
Changbin’s arm slings around Jeongin’s waist possessively, and Seungmin whines as he’s left behind. A stern eyebrow from Changbin is all the attention he gets, as the two of them talk to each other in hushed voices, walking towards the black bench Changbin prepared.
Seungmin’s eyes widen, when he understands.
Oh.
Not he will be strapped down. Jeongin will. Jeongin will be tied to the bench so Seungmin can-
Can-
Breed him.
The words pop into his head, and Seungmin heats up all over. He’s so ashamed. But they feel right. He’ll breed Jeongin while he’s strapped down on the bench. A… breeding bench.
With heavy breaths, Seungmin watches Jeongin climb onto the stand and lower himself down. He’s facing away from Seungmin like this, but it’s not like Seungmin would complain about the view he has.
Changbin straps down Jeongin’s hands first, and Seungmin watches as that mere action has precum drip from Jeongin’s cock as he wiggles, needy.
“Oh my, you two are a handful”, Changbin comments as he slaps Jeongin on the butt to make him hold still. There’s a choked off sound, but no protest. “Luckily, this will tire out both of you at the same time.”
Next, Jeongin is strapped down by his waist – and then come his legs. Around his knees, and around his feet go some straps that bind him tightly to the chair. Jeongin pulls, but the restraints don’t give. Not even a fraction of an inch. He’s put perfectly into position with no escape.
“How is it?”, Changbin checks in, and Jeongin audibly swallows.
“G-good?”
He sounds broken already. Seungmin shifts in his spot, cock uncomfortably hard. Jeongin looks so hot tied down. Utterly at the mercy of whatever they want to do to him.
Sometimes Seungmin is taken aback how much he loves it. To look at Jeongin’s face, flushed pink and staring back with wide, confused eyes that just lean into the edge of scared. Mixed with that liquid excitement that is fully out of his control.
Changbin looks back towards him, catching his staring. He smirks.
Seungmin grows hot with shame.
“Watch closely, pup. I’m sure you don’t want to miss this.”
With that, Changbin pops open a bottle of lube, and dumps a generous amount right between Jeongin’s cheeks. Jeongin yells out at the feeling, the cold sensation shooting up his spine.
The contrast of Changbin’s warm fingers makes him squirm, when the eldest starts rubbing it in.
Seungmin’s heart pounds high in his chest as he watches it. Entranced, as Changbin pushes a finger inside.
Jeongin’s hole swallows it like it’s nothing.
Changbin hums, voice slightly strained, betraying that he’s just as affected as Seungmin. “God, such a perfect hole for our puppy, aren’t you?”
Broken whimpers fall from Jeongin’s mouth with every squelch of Changbin’s finger, and Seungmin damn near drools onto the floor. He’s so hard it hurts, and the image of Changbin’s glistening digit lazily pumping in and out of Jeongin’s hole does nothing to help.
“Yes, hyung, I’m-ah… I’ll be a g-good hole, I promise”, Jeongin whines, body quickly taking on a shade of red from the embarrassment of being this exposed. But Jeongin is also so susceptible to praise. Of course Jeongin will say even the most humiliating things when he is told to.
Changbin drizzles some more lube on. “I know you’ll be, baby. So pretty when you’re filled.”
With laboured breath, Seungmin watches as Changbin preps Jeongin for him. One finger turns into two, then three, and Seungmin’s thighs shake with want.
His paws flex gently, yearning to grab and fuck and own.
It’s so hard to be patient. To stay here, kneeling, while Jeongin moans and writhes in his bonds, begging for more, harder, faster. Seungmin could give it to him. But he’s not allowed to.
He will be, though. Can’t take long now.
The arousal mixes with excitement, and that little drizzle of embarrassment Seungmin still feels makes it feel whole-heartedly overwhelming. He can’t think. All he knows is that he wants to fuck Jeongin, and that he has to wait for the command.
Finally, finally Changbin withdraws his fingers. Jeongin’s hole twitches needily, not closing properly anymore. As if it wants to have something shoved inside. Seungmin is going nuts. He feels so close to losing his mind if he doesn’t get inside there right now.
And yet, he stays. He’s been trained long enough that he feels like he physically cannot move without Changbin’s command. Changbin, whose broad hand pats over Jeongin’s back, checking in with him one last time. “Think you’re ready, baby?”
Jeongin’s head turns slightly on the padded rest, just enough to stare back at him with hooded, sinful eyes. His hair is sticking to his forehead already, hot and needy. “Yes, hyung.”
Smirking, Changbin turns to look at Seungmin. Stalks towards him like a predator. The darkness in his eyes rams straight into Seungmin’s guts. “Good. Because my puppy has been getting a little restless.”
Seungmin swallows hard, as much as the gag will allow him. He holds eye-contact with Changbin, pleading with him to let his shifting slide and let him have Jeongin.
Slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, Changbin turns and walks to the closet at the far wall, and searches for something. What is he looking for now? Another toy?
Seungmin can barely suppress the whine that drags itself up his throat like it has a mind of his own. Has he been bad? Has he shifted too much? He doesn’t even know. Just hopes he didn’t. Hopes he earned his reward.
Luckily, Changbin turns back rather quickly this time – with a leash in his hand.
There’s no doubt where this is going to go.
The mere sight makes Seungmin shiver. Being led on a leash is… special. Makes him feel even more controlled than he already does, more humiliated, more turned-on.
Obediently, he lowers his head, heartbeat slamming against his collar as Changbin clicks in the leash. “There we go…”, Changbin says softly, as if sweet-talking a wild animal.
Seungmin physically feels the way it pushes him deeper into his role. Feels the urge to playfully throw his head to the side to tug on it.
But he’s a good dog.
Only a moment later, he chokes on his collar as Changbin pulls him forward. Right towards Jeongin. On clumsy paws, he stumbles behind, struggling to be quick enough to stop the leash from tugging to hard on the collar and cutting off his airflow.
Seungmin’s heart beats louder with every step as he crawls closer to his price. The paws are still hindering his movement, and it so deliciously reminds him what they are there for. To make him incapable. To force him into submission in a way that is absolutely inescapable.
And then they stop. Seungmin is breathing hard through his nose and yet he feels like barely any oxygen reaches his lungs. He’s trembling all over with need.
“You ready, pup?”, Changbin asks, staring down at him. He’s so much taller when Seungmin kneels below him. Pretty intimidating with his broad shoulders as he stares down.
Seungmin nods so hard his neck feels about to snap. Changbin responds with a smirk that’s condescending enough to run a cold shiver down Seungmin’s spine.
“Okay, my little puppy.” He drags it out for a moment longer. Seungmin’s heart pounds as he watches him. Waits for his final command.
And then-
Changbin’s head finally, finally, finally tilts towards Jeongin.
“Mount.”
Seungmin moves without thinking. It feels as if he’s in a rush, a heated blur of need.
His paws pad onto the stand where Jeongin’s legs are fixated, quickly heaving his body up and draping it over Jeongin’s pliantly stripped down one. Their skin is hot where it touches, which is basically all over, both of them naked and wanting.
Jeongin squirms as soon as Seungmin is on top of him, whining needily. “Please, hyu- Minnie. Please! Get inside me.”
Panting, Seungmin braces himself on Jeongin’s shoulder blades to line up his cock with Jeongin’s hole.
And it’s-
Hard. It’s fucking hard to do so without using his hands.
Time and time again his cock bumps uselessly against Jeongin’s ass, who whines in frustration. He moans wantonly when Seungmin’s dick finally catches on his rim, but-
Fuck.
With an exaggerated sigh, Changbin grabs his leash. And tugs. Hard. Seungmin falls onto his bum, pawing uselessly at his collar.
Changbin’s voice is deceivingly gentle as the pressure on Seungmin’s throat goes right to his head. “Hah… Can’t even breed your bitch without my help. Such a useless little puppy.”
Mortification fills Seungmin’s whole body. He feels so ashamed and turned-on and he can’t comprehend it.
“That’s okay. I’ll help you, hm? You can stay useless, that’s fine.”
Seungmin’s thoughts vanish. Just- gone. He’s can be useless for a little bit. Just driven by his instincts while his… his master takes care of the rest.
When Changbin takes his cock into a rough hand, Seungmin’s eyes slam shut with an overwhelmed whine. Changbin is not careful. He handles him roughly, tugs on the sensitive tip until Seungmin is panting with arousal around the bone in his mouth, and forces him into the right position. Lined-up perfectly with Jeongin’s wet, fluttering hole.
With a strong, steady push on his bum, Changbin forces Seungmin forward – and right into Jeongin’s waiting ass. Seungmin moans, eyebrows knitting together.
The pressure around his tip makes his mind white out for a moment, before pure greed takes over. With little care, he shoves forward, revelling in the wet heat that suddenly surrounds him and the knowledge that he’s finally filled Jeongin up.
Jeongin squirms with a loud moan, trying to get away from the sudden intrusion. But the restraints hold him tight. He can’t even hump back towards Seungmin, powerless to do anything but flutter his hole around the thick cock filling him.
Already, Seungmin is sweating. Everything is so hot, from the heat of Jeongin’s body to Changbin’s knowing eyes on him, that slight smirk never quite leaving his face. Watching Seungmin fall apart from the very first moment, as he braces himself on shaking arms.
His paws find Jeongin’s shoulder blades. They look so weird against his human skin, and Seungmin’s head spins with the thought that they are really doing this. He’s fucking his best friend like a dog.
The thought drives him mad. He snaps his hips as far forward as he can, cock twitching. Tries to get leverage to move.
Seungmin pushes Jeongin down a bit harder by the shoulders, pawing helplessly at his back for purchase he can’t find, before he just settles for holding Jeongin in place like this, as he starts moving.
The rhythm Seungmin settles in is driven with raw desire.
Quick, shallow thrusts, again, again, again, mindlessly chasing the pleasure of Jeongin’s hole squeezing the life out of him. The stimulation is driving him insane, and Jeongin starts moaning almost immediately.
“Sh-shit”, he whimpers, and Changbin beside them chuckles. Seungmin doesn’t even falter. It’s like his mind is swimming in hormones, can’t think about anything but more, more, more.
Jeongin below him, strapped down and needy, is paradise. Arousal swirls in Seungmin’s gut as he drives his cock inside over and over again.
He barely realizes when Changbin lets his palm glide along the leash he’s still holding, before he steps around the bench – and hands it to Jeongin.
Crouching down, Changbin strokes a few strands of hair from Jeongin’s sweaty forehead with a smile on his face that is almost sweet. “There, Jeongin-ah. Show Minnie exactly what you want, hm? Make sure he fucks you well. If he doesn’t, just tug him down, he’ll behave in no time.”
The thought almost makes Seungmin double over. He runs hot and cold at the same time as he stares at the leash in Jeongin’s hand that is connected to his collar.
Changbin has just handed Jeongin – Jeongin – control over him.
Seungmin is so confused, wants to protest, but it feels too good, his needy cock chasing the stimulation despite everything. All he can do is whine.
“Fuck”, Jeongin curses quietly, before he moans loudly on the next thrust. “God, yes, Minnie, harder!”
Huffing, Seungmin tries, but his hips stutter with how overwhelmed he already is. It’s as if he can’t even pull out properly, because he needs to be inside Jeongin. As if he couldn’t bear to lose the warm, tight grip around his cock for even just a second. The moment he pulls back, he already needs to shove inside again, resulting in shallow humping more than anything.
When he doesn’t comply, Jeongin tugs him down by the leash. Seungmin chokes from the sudden pull and has no choice but to fall onto Jeongin’s back.
“Come on, Minnie”, Jeongin repeats, and fuck, that stupid nickname does things to Seungmin. It’s such a stupid, pathetic name, but that’s exactly why it hits just right.
“Fuck me harder, baby, come on!”
Whimpering, Seungmin forces himself with all his willpower to pull out further. Then, he slams his hips forward until they collide with Jeongin’s soft ass. Immediately, Jeongin moans louder than before.
The sound goes right to Seungmin’s crotch.
“Yes! That’s it, puppy, come on!”
Seungmin whimpers, eyes slamming shut in humiliation as he does his best to fuck Jeongin harder. It’s difficult with how he’s still being pulled down onto Jeongin’s back by the collar, hardly able to do anything more than clumsily hump Jeongin, but Jeongin seems to enjoy it immensely. Moans and gasps over the wet sound of their hips slapping together.
He gives Seungmin a little leeway, allows him to righten himself on shaking limbs just enough to fuck into him properly, and Seungmin uses it to his best ability.
“F-fuck, just like, ah, that-“, Jeongin moans brokenly. When he turns his head sideways, Seungmin sees the blissed-out expression on his face.
It’s too much. The feeling, the sounds, the visual, and the way the word puppy echoes through Seungmin’s head with Jeongin’s voice. He never lasts the longest, but this is still so quick that Seungmin starts to think maybe he really is the needy puppy Changbin made him out to be.
His little spare thoughts screech to a halt.
Maybe the training did work after all.
Maybe this was Changbin’s plan.
To train him into a sensitive little thing that’ll mindlessly hump any hole he sees and fills it up just seconds later. To make sure he’s too riled up to do anything more than breed on Changbin’s command in his puppy form.
The thought does things to him.
Panting, Seungmin stops moving altogether as his hands fruitlessly try to curl into Jeongin’s shoulders. He whines, again and again, high and desperate. He needs to come. Will come if he keeps moving.
His eyes are blurry when they find Changbin, who stares back at him with a cocked head.
Jeongin whines below him in protest, tugging on Seungmin’s leash again, and Seungmin shivers when the sudden pull down drives him all the way into Jeongin’s hole. “Come on! Fuck me, Minnie!”
He whines again, even faster, higher, louder and Changbin-
Changbin laughs.
Loud and unashamed, a total contrast to Seungmin, who closes his eyes as the different feelings run beneath his skin like electric current. He pats Jeongin’s head.
“Oh, Jeongin-ah. Our puppy is a bit over-excited. He’s signalling. That means he needs to come.”
Seungmin can’t breathe. The air feels hot and vibrating around them with tension.
Changbin’s eyes are fixed on him, even as he’s talking to Jeongin. They are dark and mean, and Seungmin knows that he won’t be allowed to come so easily even before Changbin opens his mouth. “What do you think, Jeongin-ah? Did he do a good job yet? Does he deserve to come?”
A shudder runs through Jeongin that makes Seungmin moan into his gag when it squeezes around his cock.
“N-no, hyung”, Jeongin answers. Seungmin’s toes curl. “He… he hasn’t made me come yet. I think I- I want to come like this.”
Humming, Changbin nods, so obviously pleased with the maknae’s answer that it prompts another whine from Seungmin’s mouth. Since when is Jeongin so demanding? When has that happened? Seungmin feels out of his depth, so deliciously confused.
“Then tell him, Jeongin-ah. You have to be strict. Dogs need a firm hand and clear commands.”
As far as he can, Jeongin cranes his neck to look at Seungmin. His expression is a bit insecure but turns heated the moment they look at each other.
The eye contact reminds Seungmin shamefully of his predicament, the bone-shaped gag in his mouth and the ears atop his head. Jeongin is flushed, face a nice shade of pink, but his eyes are glowing even harder.
“Y-you can’t come before I do, Minnie”, Jeongin tells him. His voice shakes but gets steadier towards the end. Sounds exhilarated. As if he was high on the feeling of getting to tell Seungmin what to do.
And Seungmin is so deep in his headspace that not even a single thought pops into his head that something could be wrong with that. All he can think about is how badly he wants to come. How difficult it is going to be to fuck Jeongin nice and hard, into his orgasm, without driving himself over the edge first. And that he needs to do a good job regardless.
Jeongin doesn’t leave any room for argument. Just tugs on Seungmin’s leash a couple of times, moaning softly when it causes Seungmin to shift inside him. “F-fuck me, puppy”, Jeongin orders in that wanton voice of his, “make me come, and then you can, too, okay?”
Shivering, Seungmin nods. Braces himself on his paws, before he shakily pulls back his hips. All of his body feels electric, strung tight with the ecstasy simmering below his skin. All the arousal, shame and excitement have mixed into an inebriating cocktail of feelings that shoots through his veins when he fucks into Jeongin.
Angling down, to strike right against his prostate.
It’s exhausting, his thighs straining to keep the right angle as his paws threaten to slip off Jeongin’s sweaty skin, but the burn in his legs and the knowledge that he has to push through just has him even more turned on.
It’s all Seungmin can focus on. Pulling back, then snapping his hips forward just right for Jeongin to grant him another one of those rich moans, filled with desire. “Fuck, such a g-good puppy”, Jeongin praises, and Seungmin’s vision spins for a moment.
Gradually, Jeongin’s whines get louder, the curses more frequent. Seungmin loves how loud Jeongin can be, loves what he sounds like when he just lets go and completely loses himself in being fucked. He feels Jeongin’s muscles ripple below him, tensing against his binds in a try to rut back and whining pathetically when he can’t.
“Oh, God, please”, he pants out, groaning as his forehead drops against the headrest, thighs shaking beneath Seungmin.
“Fuck, a-ah, I’m close, Minnie-! A little more, please, please!”
His hips fruitlessly try to buck back against Seungmin, and Seungmin sees stars dancing in front of his vision at that little bit of stimulation it adds to his oversensitive cock. It’s so incredibly hard to focus on not coming and keeping up the rhythm at the same time, the squeeze of Jeongin’s hole so good that Seungmin thinks he might have come thrice by now if he had been allowed to.
“Minnie!”, Jeongin whines again, fingers clawing tightly into the soft leather rests they are bound to. “Minnie, please, ‘m close, ‘m close, so close! Keep going, make me come! You can do it!”
Saliva starts running down Seungmin’s chin, the gag making it hard to swallow it all. Some of it drips on Jeongin’s back. The noise Jeongin makes in response doesn’t sound human, body convulsing as he starts tipping over the edge.
“Fuck that’s it! I’m c-coming, puppy”, Jeongin pants out, voice getting high and tight as all his muscles tense at once, “Breed me, Minnie, breed me, please, please!”
Seungmin whines when Jeongin suddenly starts clenching around him rapidly, massaging Seungmin’s cock as his limbs spasm in their hold, a choked moan ringing through the air as Jeongin’s orgasm crashes over him.
And Seungmin is so incredibly close as well.
Breed me, echoes inside his head.
Breed me, Minnie.
Seungmin couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried.
With erratic movements, he pushes his cock into Jeongin, tip rubbing against his tight insides, before he shoves in deep and throws his head back as he comes with his first real moan of the night. He can feel it, feel his release shooting into Jeongin, filling him up, breeding him, and Seungmin groans deep in his throat at the image.
It’s so good he momentarily sees white. Endorphins flush his system, leaving him buzzing with a warm, exhausted feeling, as he slumps down onto Jeongin’s back.
Both of them are heaving, and Seungmin struggles to support just enough of his weight that he doesn’t crush Jeongin.
He shifts, and so does his cock, prompting a whine from Jeongin. “Careful!”
Apologetically, Seungmin nuzzles at Jeongin’s neck. He knows Jeongin is very sensitive when he’s come, even though his refractory period is enviably short. So usually, Seungmin will draw back carefully and get him a tissue right away.
Before Seungmin can pull out this time, though, a warm hand lands on his lower back. Just resting, keeping him in place.
“Stay.”
Changbin’s voice is firm, stern, and it runs another shiver down Seungmin’s spine. His thoughts are still blissfully slow, so he allows himself to just relax onto Jeongin again and let Changbin take care of the rest.
Changbin, whose voice appears casual if it wasn’t for that sinister edge when he speaks. “Jeongin-ah?”, he says slowly, thoughtfully. Building up the anticipation. “Do you know how dogs actually breed their bitches?”
Seungmin can feel the way the younger tenses beneath him. His own heart starts pounding with excitement. He has no idea what Changbin is getting at, but it is clear that the session is not over yet.
Audibly, Jeongin swallows. “N-no, hyung.”
With a pat to Seungmin’s back, Changbin suddenly starts toying with his tail. Tugs on it, twists it around his finger. Every single movement has the plug inside Seungmin shifting, and Seungmin can’t help but twitch in return.
Jeongin yells out at the feeling of Seungmin’s cock moving inside him.
Changbin cocks his head, almost wistfully, as he starts to pull the plug out. His voice has taken on an amused edge, the air around him loaded with static. “Well… they are not done just breeding their bitch once. That would be pathetic. Instead, they stay inside the hole they chose for a long time, and shoot little loads into them. Fill them up again and again. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
Seungmin is barely listening. He moans lowly when the thickest part of the plug is pulled past his rim, before it slips out rather quickly. His empty hole barely has time to clench shut, before Changbin’s fingers fill it up, slowly fucking into him, wet, and slippery, and perfectly big.
Jeongin whines, squirming around Seungmin’s softened cock. Seungmin is going insane from it. The stimulation on his oversensitive cock alongside the way Changbin slowly pushes his fingers into him is overwhelming.
“H-hyung, what… what do you mean? I…”
Jeongin sounds so helpless, it’s adorable. Scared and confused, while he clenches repeatedly around Seungmin as if to soothe himself.
Instead of an answer, Changbin withdraws his fingers. Only a moment later, something hot and blunt bumps against Seungmin’s hole. The moment Changbin’s cock breaches him is incomprehensible. Seungmin makes a gurgling sound, before he whines through his nose, high and needy, suddenly wanting nothing more than have his hyung inside him. It feels so good.
“That’s it, baby, doing so good for me, pup”, Changbin says softly. His cock is thick. Out of all of them, he’s probably the one who fucks Seungmin most often, and yet, Seungmin can never get used to the girth. The way Changbin seems to press against every nerve inside him at once sends lightning up Seungmin’s spine until his head washes white.
With a pathetic whine, he melts over Jeongin’s back as Changbin bottoms out. Submits. Fully and completely.
“Ah, no, hyung, please, that’s too much-“, Jeongin rambles, but the words get stuck in his throat when Changbin pulls back – and thrusts into Seungmin.
Hard.
Seungmin’s body convulses, still oversensitive, and Seungmin lets it. Just lets it happen. Lets Changbin have him however he wants to.
It makes his softened cock rub against Jeongin’s insides, and Jeongin starts squirming in earnest. But the restraints hold.
“No, no, no, hyung, please!”, Jeongin whimpers, and Changbin hums soothingly as he sets a rhythm.
“Just take it, Jeongin-ah. You volunteered to be a breeding bitch. That’s what it means. I’m just giving you what you asked for. Be a good cumdump, yeah?”
Big palms stroke along Seungmin’s back, leaving goosebumps in their wake as Changbin continues fucking into his overstimulated hole. The last shreds of Seungmin’s sanity applaud Changbin’s genius. Overstimulating both of them at the same time. Luring Jeongin towards making them come at the same time, just so he can do that.
The way bigger part of Seungmin is just drifting, though. Caught between the push and pull of pain and pleasure, and submitting to Changbin unconditionally.
It doesn’t take long for Seungmin to get hard again, the sensations just too good, rubbing thick and hot against Jeongin’s insides.
Naturally, that only seems to spur on Jeongin’s begs and complaints. “Fuck, please!”, Jeongin cries out, tugging desperately against his restraints. But of course, he’s getting nowhere. Something inside Seungmin is positively going feral at knowing how hard Jeongin is fighting – to absolutely no avail. He won’t escape until Seungmin has bred him full.
“Stop, hyung, I can’t-, ah, oh G-god!”
He’s squirming hard beneath Seungmin now, his inner walls rippling deliciously around Seungmin’s dick with every movement.
Sighing, Changbin’s hand plays with loose strands of Seungmin’s hair, never losing his rhythm. “I’m afraid your bitch is acting up a bit, Seungmin-ah.”
His hands fiddle with the clasp of Seungmin’s gag. Suddenly, the pressure around Seungmin’s face falls, as the binds of the gag drop off. With surprising care, Changbin pulls it out from between his teeth, as Seungmin stares at his face, questioning.
“You should teach your slut how to properly stay in place”, Changbin says darkly. “You know how to do that, right? My good puppy.”
The praise hits just right. Heats Seungmin’s insides, until he nods sheepishly, and wipes the saliva off on his own shoulder.
Then, he stares at Jeongin beneath him. At the soft plains of naked skin. At the imprint of his spine along his neck. He opens his mouth.
His teeth sink down right above Jeongin’s shoulders, jaw clamping down on his neck. He tastes salty, like skin, and something about it serves as a strong reminder that he’s really holding Jeongin down with his mouth. Jeongin cries out, hips bucking, and Seungmin’s eyes roll back at the added stimulation. For a few seconds, he struggles, pleads, curses.
But Seungmin doesn’t let go, of course. It takes a moment longer – and then, Jeongin slumps down, shaking in defeat. His voice sounds choked, and Seungmin wishes he could see his face.
“’m s-sorry, hyung, I’ll stay, I’ll stay, I promise! Please!”
Seungmin doesn’t answer. Just releases the pressure a tiny bit, and watches with possessive eyes as every hot breath out of his mouth has goosebumps running down Jeongin’s neck. He smells good. Like fresh shampoo, but also just that tiny bit sweaty that makes him smell… just more like Jeongin.
Satisfied, Seungmin hums.
All the while, Changbin keeps fucking into him, and jostles both of them on the stand.
The jeans Changbin is wearing rub against Seungmin’s naked thighs. A delicious reminder of how in control Changbin is of both of them. Jeongin and he completely exposed, naked and unable to move, while Changbin remains fully clothed, fucking both of them at the same time.
Seungmin growls possessively, completely immersed in the situation. Changbin owns him, both of them, and Seungmin gets to remain shoved deeply inside Jeongin as he’s getting a nice, hard pounding. What a life.
It doesn’t take long for the pleasure to accumulate again. Usually, Seungmin is not so quick, but in this headspace, every situation feels like it’s heightened tenfold. He feels oversensitive and overwhelmed, panting softly into Jeongin’s neck, as Changbin presses so wonderfully against his prostate.
Seungmin’s head spins with arousal, thighs shaking between Jeongin’s. Changbin’s grunts make him burn even hotter, interrupted with the occasional, humiliating praise. Telling Seungmin he’s such a good pup, holding still so nicely, how Changbin knew he just needed an outlet, because look at how well he’s behaving now.
Seungmin just lets all of it wash over him.
Soon enough, Seungmin starts whining again, hips moving in time with Changbin’s as he’s getting closer to the edge. Meeting him half-way and then thrusting his cock into Jeongin. It’s mind-blowing.
The movement makes Jeongin positively sob, tortured with the pleasure of having Seungmin fuck into his oversensitive hole once again.
“It’s okay, pup”, Changbin tells him, voice slowly a little breathless. Seungmin’s cock feels so sensitive, balls drawing tight. “If you need to come, just release your seed into Jeongin-ah. That’s what he’s here for.”
Jeongin whines loudly, squirming and so turned on with the way Changbin objectifies him, but all Seungmin feels is that buzzing warmth below his skin that doesn’t seem to go away. A single-minded focus to breed, to fill Jeongin up as much as he can.
His body is almost lax except for the occasional snap of his hips, torso resting atop Jeongin’s back as he just lets himself be fucked into another orgasm.
It washes over him like a gust of wind on a hot summer day. Slow and warm. Relief spreads all the way into his fingertips and his body just twitches, almost electrified, as Changbin fucks the cum out of him – and right into Jeongin.
“Oh, f-fuck, he’s-“, Jeongin starts, breaking himself off with a wet sound, shaking. “Hyung, he’s filling me up, he’s coming inside me again, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t-“
Changbin fucks Seungmin well into overstimulation, the way he loves to do, and Seungmin is so into it. It hurts, but in a way that is bearable, that just adds to the floaty feeling and makes him feel well and thoroughly owned.
While Jeongin tugs at his binds, Seungmin is glad he doesn’t have them. Somehow, the knowledge that he’s putting himself through this willingly is way more exciting. That he could move, could shove Changbin off, but decides to accept the sparks of pain whenever Changbin’s cock fucks against his abused prostate.
“Good boy”, Changbin praises, and the warmth floods Seungmin’s system until he’s all drowsy. His teeth have long since stopped biting into Jeongin’s neck, head just resting there as he lets himself be fucked for however long Changbin pleases. “Breeding your bitch so good for me, aren’t you?”
Dazed, Seungmin nods.
“H-hyung”, Jeongin whimpers.
Belatedly, Seungmin realizes that he doesn’t even react to the word anymore. He’s not Jeongin’s hyung right now. There’s only one person he can mean with that.
“Yes, baby?”, Changbin asks deceivingly gentle.
With a choked noise, Jeongin’s back bucks, almost as if he was trying to throw Seungmin off. To no avail, of course. “I… ah, please, hyung. Please. I’ll come again, I don’t think I can- I can take it, not if I come again, make him stop, please! Make him stop!”
Humming, Changbin takes his sweet time thinking about it. All the while leisurely snapping his hips forward into Seungmin’s abused hole. Slowly, the ache of the oversensitivity fades once more, leaving a steady buzz in its stead, and Seungmin floats on the warm zaps of pleasure that seem to travel all over his naked skin.
Every push of Changbin’s hips makes him see stars, vision white as his breath puffs off Jeongin’s skin.
“Hah, see the thing is Jeongin-ah…”, Changbin starts, “I need to make sure Seungmin’s sperm takes, right?”
Seungmin shakes at the thought. He’s never taken himself for someone who would be into that, never even thought about it. But now, the image of breeding Jeongin so full that his belly will be all swollen with it… it just does something to him. Has him hard and leaking again before Changbin even finishes speaking.
“So you can either hold out until Seungmin is done… or you just have to deal with the aftermath.”
Terrified, Jeongin sobs, even as his hips move back to meet the shallow thrusts of Seungmin’s cock into his ass. “Hyung, I… p-please! Please, I can’t!”
Fondly, Changbin pets his hip, sighing lovingly as he squeezes the supple flesh. “Stupid baby. You’ll have no choice, of course.”
The words light something hot inside Seungmin, because it’s true. Jeongin cannot get away from them. Not tied up as he is. Not even if it gets so much he’ll start crying.
Experimentally, Seungmin meets Changbin’s next thrust, just to make sure he can drive into Jeongin even harder a moment later. The movement squelches, all the cum and lube inside Jeongin making him so deliciously wet, and Seungmin thinks he’s never been this turned-on in his life.
Jeongin beneath him switches between sobs and moans so frequently they shift into one another, incoherent pleas falling from his lips, even as his back arches to make sure Seungmin hits perfectly against his prostate.
Naturally, Seungmin is getting close as well. It’s hard not to with Changbin’s thick cock prodding against his prostate and Jeongin’s wet hole massaging his dick, all of his body so sensitive that he doesn’t think he can hold out for much longer.
But he’ll definitely last longer than Jeongin.
“Someday, I’ll tie both of you together like this”, Changbin announces, never losing his rhythm. “Nice and tight, so neither of you can move. And then I’ll set up the fucking machine. Let’s see how many loads Minnie will shoot into you if we go at this for a couple of hours.”
Jeongin sobs, body hot and head red, so clearly losing the fight against the pleasure inside his belly. “H-hyung-!”
“You’ll be the perfect cumdump for my puppy, Jeongin-ah. I’ll need your help to keep him in line. I’ll make sure he doesn’t come the rest of the week, saves it all for you. So he can pump you nice and full.”
The thought makes Seungmin’s heart pound. Not being allowed to come all week only to be strapped down on the fucking bench. With his cock buried deep inside Jeongin. Coming into him until he’s empty.
Changbin moans breathily. “Imagine how full you’re going to feel, Jeongin-ah. I wonder if either of you will even feel any pleasure from it. If I strap you together tightly enough, Seungmin won’t be able to fuck you even a little bit. No matter how much you both will want him to.”
Jeongin seems beyond words. Holding his breath as he scrambles to stave off his orgasm.
“You’ll just be filled up nicely. Feel the way Seungmin pumps his cum into you and know that you won’t be able to release at all. I won’t let you after either. It’ll keep you nice and desperate for him until the next week.”
That does it. Jeongin flies over the edge with a shout, all of his body tensing as he tears at his restraints. His body rocks gently as he climaxes, back onto Seungmin’s cock as if to make sure he pushes out all the cum he can, spurting it onto the floor below.
Jeongin moans so prettily, the high written all over his face.
With a pounding heart and a steady rhythm, Seungmin waits. Waits for the bliss to end, for the moment the overstimulation sets in.
And then it happens. Jeongin starts squirming wildly beneath him, not even stilling when Seungmin bites his neck again. He’s muttering incoherently, but Seungmin can make out bits and pieces. Of him sobbing and crying and begging them to stop as he fruitlessly tears at his restraints.
It shouldn’t be so hot, but it is. To have Jeongin so helpless to his own pleasure, at their absolute and utter mercy, forcing more pleasure onto his poor body than the poor thing can take.
Seungmin feels the tell-tale signs of his own orgasm approaching, the noise rushing in his ears and the cold prickling in his limbs, but he stays absolutely still as Changbin continues to fuck him into Jeongin’s twitching body. Doesn’t let Jeongin know that he is close, too. That the sweet pain will end soon.
Allows Jeongin to enjoy the torture a bit longer, sobbing and fighting even though it’s utterly useless. He can’t get away, can’t do anything but lie there and take it, trying hard to breathe through it.
“That’s it, baby, just allow it to happen, good job”, Changbin praises.
Jeongin hiccups in response, but gradually, his body relaxes into the sensation, hot and soft like molten wax.
He’s still crying, still twitching. But he allows it to happen. Seungmin preens with pride. Something about seeing Jeongin so readily accept them, submitting so beautifully, has him all warm and gooey as well.
They belong to Changbin. Both of them.
“Seungmin-ah?”, Changbin asks. Seungmin releases the grip of his jaw to twist his head and look at his master questioningly. Changbin’s heated eyes stare back, way more affected than he would ever let on. He looks so hot in his shirt, barely breaking a sweat as he fucks them. “You can breed your bitch one last time for me, right? Make sure he’s nice and full.”
Naturally, Seungmin nods. He’s already so close.
“Good pup. Do it and hyung will fill you up nicely in return.”
Whining, Seungmin clenches around Changbin’s cock.
It’s humiliating, in a way, how much he wants it. But Seungmin can’t think about that right now. Just wants to be good, wants to be praised more.
Gently, Seungmin nuzzles between Jeongin’s shoulder blades, who is still sobbing quietly, but hanging in his bonds in a way that looks so obedient and accepting that it’s adorable.
How he lets Seungmin continue to fuck him, despite the involuntary spasms that run through his body every now and then.
Seungmin’s own body is strung up tight by now. He’s just been holding back.
With a tense of his thighs, Seungmin allows himself to let go. To focus on how good Changbin rubs over his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure up his back and into his cock, that strokes against Jeongin’s insides wetly. The stimulation crashes over him in a heartbeat. Like a hurricane, strong and unforgiving.
Seungmin’s body stays lax, but his eyes roll back as his orgasm comes closer. He can almost taste it on his tongue, mouth too empty without the gag. Changbin seems to realize how he smacks his lips in discomfort, because not even a moment later, two thick fingers fill his mouth.
Moaning, Seungmin suckles on them as he’s pushed into his third climax. Filled on both ends, cock nestled deeply inside Jeongin. His hips buck as he comes, mouth sucking desperately on the thick limbs inside it, and his fingers twitch inside the paws as he spurts one last load into Jeongin. Adds it to the other two already safely inside.
“That’s my good boy”, Changbin says when he clenches hard around his cock still moving deeply inside his hole.
Not even a moment later, Changbin’s hips start moving faster, less coordinated. Not the cruel precision he’s used before. Now, he really just uses Seungmin’s body to get off.
Seungmin starts drooling at the thought. That his master is just using his hole to pleasure himself now, so he can fill Seungmin up as well.
And it doesn’t take long. Changbin likes to act aloof while he’s in his role, but the second he allows himself to let go, he loses all restraint. There’s something so raw about the way he fucks, hard and without rhythm, how he moans, the breathless “Fuck, yes”, that falls from his lips, as he drives into Seungmin in a way that makes him shiver.
Jeongin is still sobbing quietly beneath him, looking just as dazed as Seungmin feels.
When Changbin comes, it’s with a loud groan, and a firm grip on Seungmin’s hips, pushing them together tightly. Seungmin’s lids flutter as he feels the hot cum flood into him. It’s warm and he can truly feel the spurts of it painting his insides.
What was it like for Jeongin to feel this again and again? The mere thought almost has Seungmin’s spent cock twitch back to life.
But eventually, Changbin stills. Finally spent as well.
All three of them are breathing loudly, the only noise in the otherwise quiet room. But Seungmin feels relaxed all the same.
He doesn’t move – not before he’s given a command to. It’s liberating to know that he doesn’t have to do anything, not unless Changbin tells him to.
And his master still takes a moment longer to regain his breath. Gently, he strokes over Seungmin’s head, then Jeongin’s. “Well done, both of you. Been so, so good for me.”
With a deep sigh, Seungmin’s eyes fall closed. He barely winces when Changbin finally pulls out, heartbeat only fluttering when he realizes how awfully empty he feels – but then the cold metal of the plug nudges against his rim, and Seungmin relaxes when he’s filled up again.
A strong palm rubs up and down Seungmin’s back, gently massaging the muscles. “You good, pup?”, he asks.
Seungmin nods drowsily. He feels comfortable. Tired, sated, and warm.
Changbin hums softly, patting his ass. “That’s nice. Then come, lay down by the bed for me.”
On stiff limbs, Seungmin clumsily pushes himself up. Changbin supports his weight as he climbs off the stand, doing his best to stay on all fours the whole time. Seungmin wants to stay in his headspace a little longer. Not having to think yet. Allowed to just be.
Once he’s down, he doesn’t even look back at Changbin, and instead makes his way towards the bed.
His tail swishes behind him, brushing teasingly against his thighs, just like the leash that is still clipped onto his collar.
With naked knees, he pads over the soft carpet it stands on, and Seungmin turns around himself, unsure which direction to lie down in. In the end, he settles for looking towards Jeongin and Changbin, before he lowers himself onto his forearms.
From here, he has a good view of Changbin carefully unclasping the restraints, one by one. First Jeongin’s waist, then his wrists, and last are his legs. Jeongin groans as the blood flow picks up again. The restraints are not tight enough to really tie anything off, but still Seungmin knows from experience that the blood tends to rush in a little quicker once they are gone.
Softly, Changbin plants a kiss on Jeongin’s forehead.
“Did such a good job, Jeongin-ah. Do you need anything, baby?”, Changbin asks sweetly, making sure to keep body contact the whole time. He strokes over Jeongin’s back, massages the red marks from the restraints, or brushes strands of hair from Jeongin’s face.
Blinking softly, Jeongin licks his lips. “Kiss?”, he asks, voice strained and quiet. The surprised smile on Changbin’s face holds an unspeakable amount of fondness. Gently, he bends down to give Jeongin his well-earned kiss.
“Let’s get you onto the bed”, Changbin whispers against Jeongin’s lips, before he manhandles the younger’s body into his arms. Jeongin goes easily and lets himself be carried over.
Seungmin perks up when they come closer, but Changbin only raises his eyebrow at him in warning. The command is clear.
Stay.
Seungmin’s head slumps back down.
Changbin sets Jeongin down on the bed, tucking him under the blanket, and Jeongin sighs happily. As the younger snuggles in deeper, Changbin sits down on the mattress beside him, carefully stroking over his head.
“Where’s hyung?”, he asks, sounding sleepy, but concerned.
Changbin shushes him gently. “Right beside the bed. Dogs aren’t allowed on furniture, you know?”
Blushing, Seungmin looks the other way to hide a little bit from them.
It’s true. Without command, Seungmin is not allowed on the bed, or the couch while they are training. He’s gotten so used to it that it would feel weird to do anything else right now.
Huh.
That’s why Changbin does it, Seungmin realizes. To keep him in his headspace for a little longer. He can’t help the way the realization makes his heart beat out of rhythm.
“I’ll take care of him in a second, don’t worry”, Changbin promises Jeongin, before he murmurs soft praise to him, only interrupted by a couple of pecks. “You’ve done so well today, baby. Made our Minnie feel so good and comfortable. It was a lot, hm? The overstimulation?”
“Yes, hyung. ‘t was… was pretty crazy.”
Changbin hums. “Mh, I know, but you took it so well. Did you enjoy it?”
Breathlessly, Jeongin laughs. A tell-tale sign that he’s out of his dazed mind and starting to think clearly again. “Enjoying is the understatement of the century, hyung. I… I really liked it. Felt so good to be unable to fight. And Minnie’s so hot as a puppy.”
“That he is”, Changbin agrees.
Seungmin’s heart thrums slow and warm inside his chest as he shifts beside the bed. From the bedside drawer, Changbin gets one of the small water bottles and opens it for Jeongin. “Here, drink a little bit, and then we’ll reward our puppy for being so good, hm?”
If Seungmin really was a dog, his tail would be wagging so hard at that.
When Jeongin has taken the bottle, Changbin gets up and crouches down in front of Seungmin. A large, warm hand cups his neck, and Seungmin takes a deep breath against it. Closes his eyes. Relaxes.
“You’ve done so well for me, pup.” The deep, soft praise runs a pleasant shiver down Seungmin’s spine. Changbin’s voice is so incredibly warm and genuine. Like he really means it. It’s not just a simple good boy, but an appreciation that this took a lot for Seungmin.
To let Jeongin see him like that. To hold out despite the overwhelming sensations. Changbin understands it wasn’t easy, and he’s praising him for exactly that.
“You’ve earned bed rights. Come, I’ll help you up.”
It’s not like Seungmin has ever… not earned bed rights. He knows that’s just Changbin’s way of easing him out of his headspace. Well, human Seungmin knows that. But puppy Seungmin? That one preens with the knowledge that he’s allowed to do something he usually wouldn’t, because he’s been that good.
Excitedly, he climbs up on the bed, barely needing Changbin’s support at all, and Changbin chuckles at his eagerness.
Jeongin chuckles, too.
And yeah… suddenly Seungmin feels a little self-conscious.
He gulps, standing on the bed on all fours, frozen, unsure what to do. Jeongin blinks at him, eyes racing over his face. “It’s… it’s okay, Minnie!”, Jeongin says, opening his arms. “Come here?”
Swallowing his embarrassment, Seungmin moves closer until he can heave his body into Jeongin’s waiting arms. Makes himself small.
Jeongin hugs him, while Seungmin’s head rests on his chest, paws awkwardly in front of him.
“You were so hot”, Jeongin whispers softly into his hair. “I really liked it, hyung. I loved it. It was so hot. You’re so pretty as a puppy. I love you so much.”
Seungmin’s ears are burning, but he snuggles in a little tighter.
The mattress dips beside them as Changbin lies down as well, caging Seungmin in between the two of them. “You can just float a little more if you want, baby. No need to rush”, he tells Seungmin, softly running his hands up and down Seungmin’s back.
With a deep breath, Seungmin closes his eyes for a moment. Allows himself not to think and just feel. Just a little bit longer.
“That’s it, pup. Rest.” Changbin’s soft voice coaxes him into an almost sleep-like state, until he’s floating drowsy and relaxed in their arms.
Their voices seem far away, words registering, but Seungmin doesn’t feel the need to say anything.
“Is he okay?”, Jeongin asks at some point. Softly, Seungmin nuzzles into his chest to show he is.
Changbin chuckles at the affectionate display. “Yeah. He gets like that. A little tired, and mute. He probably won’t speak for a while.”
Jeongin makes an adorable noise at that. “Why?”
Humming, Changbin strokes over Seungmin’s hair. “I think… words can be hard. It’s easier for him to turn off his mind if he doesn’t have to speak. Unlike, you know, Jisung-ah, who just parrots whatever you say to him when he’s in subspace.”
Seungmin snorts at that. Jisung is adorable when he’s down so deep, and Changbin is absolutely right that you can make him say anything at that point. Once, Seungmin successfully made Jisung call him ‘oppa’, something both of them have not yet disclosed to any of the others.
Seungmin is still kind of waiting for the right moment to take maximum advantage of that.
Thinking about it, though… Seungmin wonders if the others also have moments like this. Little secrets that happen in bed that the others don’t know about. Well, don’t know about yet, at least. Seungmin is fully convinced that there is no such thing in their relationship as a true secret.
Even this… even him as a puppy… might be something normal, in due time. The thought makes his toes curl. Now that he knows at least Jeongin doesn’t find it weird – maybe the others will accept it as well?
Maybe… maybe he can play with them like that, too?
The thought fills him with anxiety. But now, after everything… also with excitement.
Jeongin and Changbin fall into light chatter about this or that, mentioning the new videogame Felix has shown Jeongin, or how Chan has been slacking off with his deadlifts and Changbin needs to kick his ass for it.
Seungmin chuckles along at some of it, and hums thoughtfully at other things, but beside that, he doesn’t really say anything. Not until Jeongin starts talking about a mukbang he saw, and Seungmin’s belly grumbles.
He shifts. “’m hungry”, he tells them. Pouty, and raspy, his voice still a little strained with disuse.
Changbin pats his head. “Then we’ll get you some food. Do you want some water first?”
Sheepish, Seungmin nods.
He heaves himself up until he can sit against the headboard – uncomfortably positioned on the plug, but it’ll have to do for now. He’s not quite ready to take it out yet.
Changbin opens a bottle of water for him, and helps him take off the paws. Seungmin rolls his wrist, flexing and stretching his fingers, before he takes the bottle.
Only when the first drops of water hit his tongue does Seungmin realize he is positively parched.
“Hey there, slow down”, Changbin chuckles. Seungmin doesn’t stop until the bottle is empty.
“I was thirsty.”
The cocky grin on Changbin’s face makes Seungmin heat up all over again. “Yeah, no wonder. You lost a lot of your liquid to Jeongin, didn’t you?”
Seungmin has no idea who blushes harder at that, him or Jeongin.
Changbin sighs theatrically. “And that after I put in so much effort to fill you up as well.”
Laughing, Seungmin throws the empty plastic bottle into Changbin’s general direction. “God, you’re such a pervert.”
Shrugging, Changbin winks at him. “I’m just trying to keep up with the rest of this house. But if you’re so adamant that you’re not a pervert… and if you don’t appreciate my efforts…”
Changbin tugs at the tail, causing the plug to shift, and Seungmin shrieks. “…we can always take this out.”
Defensively, Seungmin gathers his tail, slapping at Changbin with a palm. “No. Hands off.”
With a broad grin, Changbin comes closer. “Bossy.” Before Seungmin can react, Changbin has given him a kiss onto the cheek. He cocks his head thoughtfully. “Still, we should replace it with a smaller one, okay?”
Seungmin rolls his eyes to hide how flustered he truly is. He suspects it only fools them to a limited amount. “Fine.”
From the big closet, Changbin produces spare sets of clothes for the two of them and helps Seungmin take out the plug. The last thing to go is always the collar. Losing it always feels a little weird, that grounding weight around his neck gone.
Once, Changbin made the mistake of taking it off to early. Seungmin naturally made him swear to never tell anyone, but he actually started crying because he felt so off-balance without it.
Now, though, he’s fine. Feels more human and capable again, when the collar is gone. As if a switch had been flicked.
They filter up into the kitchen, and Changbin whistles a tune as he gets the ingredients ready.
Jeongin moves to touch something in Seungmin’s hair. “You’re still wearing the ears, hyung.”
Flushing, Seungmin swallows, hard. “O-oh.” He genuinely didn’t notice. Their weight becomes so normal, after a while. But even though Jeongin has seen him with them for quite some time now… out of the playroom it feels different.
Vulnerable.
“They’re cute”, Jeongin says, shyly. “I really like them. I want some, too.”
Seungmin laughs quietly at that. He can imagine Jeongin all too well with a pair of fluffy ears atop his head. Although… Jeongin has more of a fox, than a puppy, in his opinion. Silently, Seungmin makes a mental note that he’ll have to bring the thought up towards Changbin.
For now, he decides to be brave. To be vulnerable. To entertain Jeongin a little longer and keeps the ears on as they cook and set the table.
By the time the front door opens and Jisung and Minho filter back home, though, Seungmin has forgotten all about them.
“We’re home!”, Minho announces loudly, and Changbin yells something back with a full mouth. Seungmin keeps munching on his food, not really giving it any spare thought.
It’s only when Jisung appears in the kitchen door, standing there utterly frozen, staring at like he’s grown a second head, that Seungmin spares them a word. “What?”
Jisung keeps staring at him with wide eyes. His hair is fluffy, a little bit of make-up around his eyes. But as starstruck as he is, he looks like a balloon. A very handsome balloon. “Oh. My. God.”
Frowning, Seungmin looks down on himself, trying to figure out whether he has something on his shirt – when Minho appears over Jisung’s shoulder. His black hair is styled away from his forehead, giving his features an even sharper look than usual.
A slow, dangerous smirk spreads on his face.
“Oh, you all know I’m more of a cat person…”, Minho announces as he saunters into the room and straight towards Seungmin. Eyes fixated on Seungmin’s hair.
Seungmin freezes with utter dread when he realizes.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no.
Minho plants one hand onto the table, leaning right into Seungmin’s space. Way too close. Seungmin can’t breathe.
Minho’s free hand comes up to tug at one of the fluffy ears. “But I think I’ll make an exception for this cute little puppy, hm?”
Mortified, Seungmin tries to melt into his seat.
He’s hot and cold at the same time and doesn’t know how to deal with the way his heart flutters. He starts coughing around his food.
“Stop being mean, hyung”, Jeongin chides, shoving weakly at Minho’s arm. “They’re cute!”
“They are more than cute!” Jisung finally seems to have regained control over his body and storms over with three big steps, suddenly fuzzing all over Seungmin who swats at him like at a nasty fly.
Jisung, of course, is fully undeterred. “They are so! Adorable! Oh my God. You look adorable Seungmin. I’d even top you like that, that’s how adorable you look.”
“Shut up!”, Seungmin wheezes, but his voice is too high to have any bite.
Changbin laughs, completely light-hearted, as if this was no big deal.
So their boyfriends saw Seungmin with puppy ears. So their boyfriends know that he likes to be a puppy during sex.
No big deal.
As Seungmin looks around at all of them bickering playfully with each other, he can’t help but carefully, hesitantly, cautiously think – maybe it is.
Maybe it’s not a big deal.
Maybe, his boyfriends love all sides of him.
Even if they don’t exactly know them yet.
His eyes catch Changbin’s over the table, who gives him a conspiratorial wink when Jeongin’s arms wrap around him protectively to keep Minho and Jisung quite literally out of Seungmin’s hair.
Seungmin just calmly continues eating his food. But he doesn’t take off the dog ears.
Maybe… he doesn’t mind being vulnerable.
Not with them.