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Spamton was hiding something. Tenna wasn't entirely sure what, but he was certain it was something physical. He had his hand in his pocket the entirety of dinner. He leaned into Tenna's side, but didn't hold his hand like he usually did. It made Tenna a little anxious, but the wide, cheeky grin on Spamton's face told him it was nothing serious. Just some light-hearted secrecy.
It was when Tenna finished doing the dishes that Spamton took his hand out of his pocket. He kept the item hidden behind his back, however. Tenna turned the sink off and dried his hands, then looked up. Spamton caught his gaze, and his face grew a little bit redder, his smile grew a little bit wider.
"Tenna, come here, would you?" Spamton asked, using his free hand to beckon him close.
Tenna obeyed. He walked right up to Spamton, arms out a little, expecting a hug, perhaps a kiss. But, as soon as they came face to face, Spamton took a step back. Then, Tenna heard a click from behind his back.
"Good boy," Spamton said smoothly, and Tenna felt a rush of heat right to his face.
Words fumbled out of Tenna's mouth, stunned, surprised, mostly flustered. "I- uh- you- what-"
"Hush." Spamton spoke firmly, and Tenna clamped his mouth shut. "Good boy." Another click. "This is how it's going to work, Tenna. If you be a good boy and listen, I'll reward you. Mkay?"
Tenna nodded, still a bit too shocked to speak. His hands trembled in anticipation at his sides. He waited for a command. Spamton looked up at him, a gleam in his eye. He held his hand out. "Shake."
Tenna put his hand in Spamton's. Another click. Spamton intertwined their fingers, then brought their hands to his lips to kiss. He shifted Tenna's hand and spread it across his cheek, relishing the warmth, and kissing his palm. "What a good puppy."
If Tenna had a tail, it would have been a blur. He melted at the praise, letting his mind fade into submission as Spamton took control of him. Then, Spamton dropped his hand. "I'm going to grab something. Stay."
Tenna stayed. Spamton walked over to his work bag and dug around for something. He brought out a collar, one that Tenna hadn't seen before. They did have a few upstairs in their closet, but this one was new. A shiny strip of black leather, with a silver buckle and name tag. Unlike Spamton's own collar, which only had Property of Mr. Ant Tenna engraved on it, this one had Tenna's name, as well as Property of Spamton G. Spamton.
Excited, Tenna eagerly sat his happy ass on the ground so his neck was closer to eye level for Spamton. But, that was met with a small tsk of disapproval. Tenna froze, his face going a little pale. He scrambled to stand back up, but Spamton held him down by the shoulder. "No, no. Stay. But, next time, puppy. Wait until I command you."
Tenna hung his head, a little unsure if he was allowed to speak. They had never done this before, but he was loving every single second of it. Spamton gingerly lifted his face by his chin, his hands caressing his cheeks. He planted a tender kiss on his lips, then buckled the collar around his neck. He tugged it experimentally a few times, then nodded in satisfaction. Click. Tenna's face lifted into a smile, and he stared up at Spamton, eager, waiting.
"Alright, puppy. Now," Spamton brought a leash out from behind his back as well. "Gonna clip this to you." Tenna lifted his head again, letting Spamton see the collar more easily. He clipped the leash to the loop on the front of the collar, then started to tug on it a little as well. "Fits real nice on you, puppy. Good boy." Click. Tenna whimpered a little, desperate for any kind of contact. "Aw, does puppy want attention?" Spamton cooed and cupped both sides of his face. He kissed him as he held the leash taught in his hand, coiling it in his fist. He pulled a little, and Tenna fell into his embrace, leaning into the kisses, whining, quietly begging.
"We'll go upstairs now, puppy. Take such good care of you," he whispered with another kiss, and Tenna's hands reached up, aching to touch, hold, feel. "Ah-ah." Spamton waggled his finger at him. "Not yet. Not until I say. Be a good boy. Listen to me."
Tenna nodded, hanging his head a little low. Spamton encouraged him with a kiss, then let the leash fall from his hand. He held on to the handle and took the lead, bringing Tenna upstairs to their bedroom. Tenna elected to walk on all-fours, since Spamton had never instructed for him to stand. That was met with a click. He forced himself to remain calm, but every click made him want to jump in joy. It meant he was good. It meant he was very good.
Spamton closed the bedroom door, then pointed to the foot of the bed. "Sit over there." He dropped the leash and Tenna scurried over, sitting cross-legged, his hands neatly in his lap. Click. He trembled, his grin wide, unfaltering. Spamton brought the clicker into view, and Tenna looked between his face and the item, eager for another. "Does that make you feel good, puppy?" Tenna nodded. "Speak."
"I love it," he spouted instantly, proud of his answer. He sat up a little higher, straightened his back, fixed his shoulders.
Click. "Good boy." Spamton crossed the room to him, then knelt and took his face in his hands. He kissed him, their lips slotting together like the final pieces of a puzzle. He pressed firm, running his tongue along his bottom lip. Tenna's mouth dropped open immediately, and he moaned around Spamton's tongue.
Spamton's hand lowered from Tenna's face, dragged along his neck, relishing the shivers that ran down his spine. He held him there, pulling his face closer, shoving his tongue deeper. Tenna's mind went blank as Spamton pulled away, just an inch. Thin strands of saliva connected their lips. Tenna's chin was coated in mess. Spamton chuckled and wiped it away, then dove back in. He settled himself in Tenna's lap, then coaxed for him to grab and hold. Tenna's hands wrapped around his waist, holding him by the hips. Click. Tenna whimpered pitifully.
The room was too hot. His clothes grew tight. He needed them off. He needed Spamton's touch. He craved it. He would die without it. Every kiss felt like a burning flame, every gentle touch to his neck felt like freezing ice. Tenna clutched at Spamton tighter, and unknowingly, his hips started to buck upwards.
Spamton pulled away from the kiss once again, his eyes stern. "No, puppy. Don't be naughty." Tenna's body went still, and he nodded slowly, hanging his head. Spamton's gaze softened. "Speak. What do you want?"
Tenna perked up. "Please, let me- touch me. Touch me. I-I need you to touch me."
Click. "Good. But, puppy, I am touching you right now." Spamton's grin was cheeky, his eyes playful and teasing. He trailed his fingers along Tenna's check, his chest. He squeezed his squishy silicone, and peppered kisses to his sensitive neck. He nuzzled into him, and Tenna nearly fell apart.
Tenna whined. It was too much. All the touch was too much. Spamton's hands teased and tormented him. It wasn't enough. He needed more. "Can I-?"
"Tell me what puppy wants," Spamton nodded, pressing harder kisses into his neck, biting, licking.
"Will you please, please." Tenna's hips stuttered as Spamton bit particularly hard, and he cried out in pleasure. "Touch my- my-" Spamton's hand trailed down to his cock, his fingertips barely brushing against the seam of his pants. Tenna lurched forward, chasing that small hint of pleasure. "Yes! Please!"
Spamton chuckled. Click. "Good boy. Strip. Put on a show for me." Then, Spamton stood, kissed him one last time, and sat on the edge of the bed. He crossed his legs, holding the clicker in one hand, brandishing it, showing it off, teasing the button. Tenna was quick to his feet as well, but was met with a disapproving tsk again. His face shot towards Spamton, a worried frown overtaking his expression. Spamton pointed to the ground. Tenna's face flushed. He slowly lowered himself to his knees. Click.
Tenna started unbuttoning his shirt. He worked around the leash, making sure not to tangle anything. He shivered as he dropped his shirt to the ground. Spamton's eyes were on him, studying him, almost scrutinizing him. He fixed his posture again, shifting from curling inward to squaring his shoulders and facing up. He tried not to look humiliated, but the intense look in Spamton's eyes made him want to hide, just a little bit. Once his chest was bare, there came another click.
Reinvigorated, Tenna fumbled with his belt. He leaned back, sitting on his ass instead of his knees. He shimmied his pants and boxers off. He moaned as his cock was freed from the confines of his clothes. He moved again, sitting on his knees, his entire body on display. He was about to feel a bit ashamed, but the click from Spamton made him perk up again. He stared at him. Waiting. Eager. Obedient.
"That's my good boy. Oh, you're so hard, puppy," Spamton cooed, then patted his knee. "Come."
Tenna bolted forward, slotting himself between Spamton's legs, his chin resting on his knee. Click. He whimpered, pressing his forehead to the inside of Spamton's thigh. He wrapped his hands around Spamton's leg, ever so slightly fiddling with the hem of his pants. But, he didn't move any further.
"Oh, puppy," Spamton sighed. "You want for so much. You have to earn your reward, alright?" Tenna nodded. "Speak."
"Tell me what you want, I'll do it," Tenna answered. "Please, command me. Command me, and I-I'll listen."
Click. He whined at the sound, his hips rocking forwards, wanting friction so desperately. Yet, he didn't dare take it for himself. He remained between Spamton's legs, waiting for his command.
"Alright, puppy. Since you're so eager." Spamton patted the side of his face. Tenna turned to look at him. "Make good use of your mouth."
Tenna leapt into action, shifting his body so he was facing Spamton, rather than facing the side. His hand came up to his pants, unbuckling his belt, unzipping, and pulling his clothes down to reveal his cock. Spamton reached down, capturing his lips in a tender kiss, before grabbing the handle of the leash. He didn't tug, not yet, but he held it firm in his fist. Tenna dropped his mouth open, and with one hand holding the base of Spamton's cock, he took it between his lips.
He started slow, getting used to the feeling of him in his mouth. Then, he took him deeper. He bobbed his head, moaning, humming, hollowing his cheeks. He made sure to keep his gaze trained on Spamton's face, watching as his eyes fluttered closed. Spamton leaned back on his hands, letting himself be taken care of. Tenna dared not be cheeky. Any other day he would have, but he wanted to hear that sound. He needed to hear that click.
And he did.
The moment he did something excellent with his mouth, Spamton would click. Then, Tenna would do it over and over again, earning breathy moans and another click.
He sped himself up, rocking back and forth, using his momentum to take Spamton's cock deeper into his throat. He swallowed around it, and Spamton inhaled sharply, then there came another click. Spamton's hips bucked forward, his cock striking the back of Tenna's throat, making him choke and moan and whimper around him. Click. Click.
Tenna retracted himself fully with a loud, squishy pop, and just as Spamton was about to complain, his tongue started to encircle the tip of his cock. Pleasantly surprised, Spamton gave another click. Tenna took the whole length back into his mouth, almost crying out as it struck the back of his throat, but he stroked along the underside with his tongue. He started to moan and hum again, and he relished the noises he received from Spamton.
"Good, that's real good," Spamton whispered, the hand with the leash coming up to rest on the top of Tenna's head. "What a good puppy, making me feel so good." Click.
Tenna sped up again, chasing the heat pooling in Spamton's gut. He could feel how close he was, how his cock throbbed in his mouth, the way his hips bucked desperately, how his breath caught in his throat. His moans breached the octave, and he braced himself on the bed as he came directly down Tenna's throat. He eagerly swallowed, then licked Spamton's cock clean with a small smile. Then, he sat back on his heels, watching, waiting, listening.
Click. Click. Click.
Tenna nearly burst with excitement. He wished he had a tail right now.
"Good, good," Spamton mumbled, his mind clearing of the slight fog. He pulled the leash just a little, and Tenna leaned up. Spamton caught his lips in a kiss, shuddering as he tasted himself on his tongue. He nodded into the kiss, muttering, "Good puppy," over and over. Another click. Tenna openly moaned. "Oh, does good puppy want his reward now? Speak."
"Please!" Tenna lurched forward, his cock achingly hard, leaking pre-cum. "Please, I need you so bad."
Click. "Good boy. Now, you may take what you want." But, Spamton didn't move. Confused, Tenna whined. "Go on." He shifted his leg. Tenna looked at it, and his face flushed a bright and burning red. "Ah. Is that too much for puppy?" Spamton teased. "Does puppy want my hand instead? Go on. Speak."
"No! I-I want- I want you to- I-" He shrank down a little. "Fuck me. Please? Please."
Spamton gave a little sigh. "After. First, I want you to do something else for me." Tenna pouted his lip. "It's still your reward, puppy. But, I want you to listen." Tenna perked up. Spamton shifted his leg again, sliding it out and a little down, so it was angled more diagonally. He patted it. "Here."
So, Spamton was playing the humiliation game. Tenna's gaze flickered from his leg to his face. He was dead serious. He patted his leg again. "Here, puppy. Listen." There was a hint of warning in his tone. Like he might take away his reward if he kept on stalling.
Desperation flooded Tenna's mind. He wanted his touch so badly. But, he would need to listen in order to get it. There came a tug on the leash, and he forced himself to move. He sat up a little, then dragged himself the few inches to Spamton's leg.
"Hold on, puppy." His head turned instantly, and Spamton kissed him. As simple as that. Tenna melted. All of his inhibitions slipped away, and was replaced with pure need and want.
With newfound vigor and a click, Tenna bit back his shame and wrapped his arms around Spamton's thigh. He moved his hips, then he started to grind.
Click.
He gasped at the sound. He ground harder, almost experimentally. A bloom of pleasure overtook his mind. He sped up, latching tighter onto Spamton's leg.
Click.
He lifted his hips, getting a better angle, then frantically started to buck. All thoughts other than Spammy, Spammy, Spammy melted away, and he whimpered, he moaned, he cried out.
Click.
"Sp-Spammy," he managed between shuddering moans and quiet grunts. His mind went blank. He chased his relief. Spamton's leg shifted towards him, rubbing up and down as Tenna ground his hips, his cock pressing hard into him.
Click.
Tenna grew faster, his mind only growing whiter, the pleasure in his gut becoming overwhelming. With a few final thrusts, he came all over Spamton's pants. He bucked for a few more seconds, coming down from his high, whimpering and clutching, but satisfied nonetheless.
Click.
"Such a good puppy," Spamton cooed, cupping his face, kissing his tender and swollen lips. "Was that fun? Speak."
"Yes," Tenna forced out between breathy moans. He leaned into Spamton's touch, letting himself relax and be pliant in his grasp. He melted like putty, he felt like it too. He shut out the feeling of embarrassment and focused on the love.
Click.
"Do you want me to fuck you now, puppy?" Spamton asked. "Speak."
"Yes!" Tenna blurted, whipping around and grasping onto Spamton's wrists. "Please! I-I need you so bad."
"Easy now, puppy," Spamton chuckled. Tenna shoved himself down to his knees, hanging his head, ashamed. "Aw, don't look like that. You're still good. Just a little excited, puppy. Nothing to worry about. You've been very good tonight. Gave me quite a show." Spamton patted the bed next to him. "Up."
Tenna hurriedly climbed onto the bed, careful to not stand to his feet. It took a moment of struggle, but Spamton patted his lap and he instantly fell in, pressing his face into his belly, breathing in deep. Click. He whined.
"Good puppy," Spamton muttered. A quiet, tender moment passed. Then, Spamton patted his face. "Alright. If you do one more thing for me, puppy, I'll fuck you."
Tenna nodded, sitting up. Spamton stood from the bed, dropping the leash, but holding onto the clicker. "Stretch yourself while I undress." Tenna nodded once again, then reached over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube. Spamton started to strip himself, but he kept his eye on Tenna. He watched with a grin as Tenna poured some lube onto his fingers, then reached around to finger himself. "No. Turn around. Face the wall," Spamton ordered, and Tenna did as he was told, moving onto all-fours. He arched his back and leaned forward, pressing his face into the pillow.
Click.
Tenna started with two fingers, thrust them slowly, but moved to scissor them apart rather quickly, then he added a third. He cried out at the stretch, but his voice was muffled by the pillow. Spamton watched with bated breath, only halfway through taking his shirt off. He chuckled a little, grinning at Tenna's eagerness to please. He continued undressing, and by the time he was finished, so was Tenna. He stayed in that spot, wiggling his ass, silently begging to be filled.
Spamton let out a happy sigh, then held a hand to Tenna's hips, slowly lowering him to lie flat. Then, he patted his sides, urging him to flip over to his back. "Good puppy. Hand me the lube, would you?" Tenna did as he was told.
Click.
Spamton coated his cock, pumping it a few times to bring him to full hardness. Then, with a line of butterfly kisses to Tenna's belly, he pushed inside. Tenna's hands latched onto the blankets, a loud moan leaving his mouth as Spamton bottomed out in a few deep thrusts. He adjusted himself, then set his pace. He was slow at first, just to get used to the angle. But, he sped up in no time. He fucked him, deep and delicate, not letting himself get too overexcited. The look of soft pleasure on Tenna's face made his heart swell. So, he let himself be gentle.
Tenna relished the attention. Spamton's hand traced circles on his skin, squeezed his soft silicone, fiddled with the edges of his panels, but never lifted them. Tenna found that he wanted Spamton to lift his panels and shove his hands into his wires. But, he also knew that if he did, he might end up freaking out like he always did. It was upsetting, just a little bit. But a kiss to the center of his chest, right above his heart box, made all those thoughts melt away. He focused on the pleasure, the way Spamton's cock brushed against his sensitive spots, targeted them, overwhelmed them, but stayed gentle all the way through.
"What a good puppy," Spamton murmured, kissing that same spot over and over again. Click. Click. Click. Tenna moaned and whimpered with each sound, each breath shuddering, his entire body trembling. There was so much. The delicateness of it drove him crazy. After frantically humping Spamton's leg, Tenna had expected him to fuck him hard and rough, to give so much that he could barely take any more. But, Spamton knew what he wanted, could feel what he needed. He took him lovingly, with more attention to detail, more zeroing in on the minute things that drove him crazy.
A kiss to the edge of his panel, a lick across his chest, fingers digging into the crevices, Tenna cried out at them all. He shook as he was loved, his face scrunching up. All he felt was pleasure. All he needed was love. He got what he wanted. Spamton gave everything to him. All Tenna had to do was lie there and be compliant and good.
"Take me so well, you feel like heaven. You always feel like heaven, puppy," Spamton whispered. "Speak."
"Love you, love you, Spammy," Tenna muttered, his moans reaching a higher-pitch, his whines overtaking his words. "Love you so much."
"Aw, I love you too, puppy," Spamton rewarded him with a kiss and a click. "Is this good? More? Less?"
"Good, so good," Tenna cried out as Spamton's cock struck a sensitive spot, and his back arched into the pleasure. "So good!"
Click.
"Fuck!" Tenna sobbed. "Please, more- I-I need-"
Click.
"Yes!" Tenna's voice shifted into a wail.
Click.
Tenna's entire body trembled as heat pooled in his belly. His hand moved to wrap around his cock, but Spamton brushed it aside. He took him into his hand, gently stroking, gently pulling, gently rubbing his thumb along the tip.
Click.
Tenna's hips stuttered. He fucked upwards into Spamton's hand, chasing his relief, relishing the pleasure.
With a final burst of clicks, Tenna came undone. He spilled all over Spamton's hand and his own belly. Spamton fucked him through it, thrusting even deeper, and he came against one of Tenna's sensitive spots. The sensation overwhelmed him, and he moaned weakly, his body shaking, his hands trembling.
Spamton laid next to him, wrapping his arms around him. Tenna shrank a little, just so he could fit between his arms better. He curled into a ball and sank into his chest, sighing happily, trying to steady his breathing. Spamton stroked his spine, humming in his ear, pulling him closer.
"Was that good, Tenna?"
Tenna just nodded. He didn't trust himself to speak. He yawned.
"Tired, puppy?"
Tenna whimpered at that. He latched onto Spamton's arms, hiding his face in his warm chest. He listened for his heartbeat. He sighed once he found it. He leaned into him, letting himself relax.
"My good boy," Spamton kissed the top of his head over and over. "Made me feel so good. Always makes me feel so good."
Tenna nodded as if to say, "Me too."
"Need anything? Water?" Spamton asked.
Tenna shook his head and nuzzled in closer.
"Just me?"
Tenna nodded.
"Alright, then. Good boy, Tenna." Spamton kissed his lips. "I love you."
Tenna gathered what little strength he had, and spoke quietly, weakly. "Love you, Spammy."
Click.