by R Phoenix
Caleb kept his eyes trained on a spot just over Zain’s shoulder — Liam’s face, no doubt — and he briefly resisted the pressure of their hands urging him down. Before Zain, or Liam for that matter, had to chide him, the pup gave in.
“Insolent little pup,” Liam muttered. His fingers curled, teasing Zain, but only for a moment.
The next rough thrust of Liam’s fingers pushing deep into his ass had his ragged moan filling the darkness. The vampire seemed to take him at his word, stretching his ass and readying him with an impatient handling that had Zain imagining how the vampire would fuck him.
He drew back, leaving him wanting more, almost ready to pant for more. It had to be vampire speed that had the blunt head of Liam’s cock pressing against his ass only seconds later, but he was grateful for it right then even though he knew how dangerous it could be.
“Tell me what you want, pet,” Liam ordered in that deep, smooth voice, only to repeat the words in a whisper. “Tell me.”
And he shoved Caleb’s mouth back onto Zain again, though this time it was Caleb who leaned forward to take his cock deeper, to gag around him but keep pressing forward.
“Fuck… I…” Zain moaned and fought to find the words that were drowning in the pleasure running through him. “Fuck me, Sir.”
A shiver ran through Liam’s body, and as soon as he said sir, the vampire’s cock was inside of him. He didn’t start off slow or easy; he grabbed him, drawing him hard against his body and fucking him.
If he cared about how difficult it might make things for Caleb, he didn’t show it, but the pup handled it. One or two winces ran through him as teeth got a little too close to scraping for his comfort, but they settled into that rhythm before long — back, forth, harder, faster, with the pup sucking eagerly as though wanting to send him over the edge before the vampire had even really gotten started.
As Liam thrust into him and Caleb worked at his cock, Zain could feel his orgasm starting to build. Tightening his grip on his self-control, Zain let his fingers thread roughly through Caleb’s hair, anchoring himself to the pup to keep the pleasure from overwhelming him too quickly.
But Liam seemed intent on shattering his control.
The tease of Liam’s teeth against his neck had Zane crying out, and the rough laugh that came from the vampire only made it harder to resist. When Liam shifted him forward and slammed his cock against Zain’s prostate, stars went off in his head. He exploded, cum shooting deep into Caleb’s throat as the pup swallowed and the muscles in his throat worked around him.
As the pleasure rushed through him, Liam continued to fuck him, making sure Zain knew it wasn’t just about his pleasure. Sir wanted to come as well. Just thinking about how the vampire had reacted to the word kept his orgasm pulsing through him.
Too soon, though, his cock was too sensitive, and Caleb’s eager mouth brought more discomfort than pleasure. Pushing him back, Zain watched as Caleb lay there panting, humping the grass while he watched Liam fuck Zain… while he watched his master fuck his alpha.
Zain tightened his ass around the vampire’s cock and thrust back against him, saying the word he knew the vampire wanted to hear. “Fuck me, Master. I can’t wait to feel you come deep inside me. Isn’t that what you want, Master? To fill me with your cum?”
Liam lost control.
Zain had known that the word master, especially from his lips, would drive the vampire wild, but it was even more potent than he’d thought. Watching Caleb whimper and desperately try to get himself off just by rubbing against the lush greenery beneath them and feeling the vampire pounding into him would’ve been enough to make him fully erect if he hadn’t just come.
Liam’s arm was looped around him then, his slick hand reaching around to grab Zain’s shoulder and hold him still. It didn’t take long, not with those words ringing in the air, and the vampire filled his ass as he let out a hiss. He stayed buried inside of Zain, and the fact that he wasn’t breathing hard — hell, the fact that his chest wasn’t rising and falling at all — kept him in that place where he wasn’t sure if it was hot or disturbing.
Caleb’s frustrated whine turned both of their focus to the desperate pup who still hadn’t gotten off. Liam’s heated words had Zain’s cock trying valiantly to stir again. “Shall we let the pup come? I’m not sure if he’s behaved well enough to earn that kind of reward.”
Caleb looked up at him, expression torn between desperately aroused and amusingly offended. He let out a low bark, then a growl, his hips rutting more desperately against the ground… not that it seemed to do much good, only making the pup make more and more frantic sounds.
Zain wasn’t quite sure what a reward for Caleb usually looked like, but leaving the pup hard and needy wasn’t what he was picturing. “He was a very good boy.” He reached out and petted Caleb’s head. “He ran after his ball and followed instructions. I think he deserves a reward.”
“I think,” Liam began as he finally pulled out, wiping his cock carelessly against one of Zain’s ass cheeks, “that he should be rewarded as a puppy should. One does not give a pup a…” His brow furrowed. “A hand job,” he went on a bit primly, “or more.”
He moved into Zain’s peripheral vision, and despite his tone, the smirk on his face was wicked enough to make him a little more confident that the vampire wasn’t going to be a total asshole all over again.
Caleb perked up, instantly letting out another bark as he sat up, looking between them as his tail enthusiastically started to wag.
Liam chuckled. “Bring yourself pleasure, Pup,” he cooed.
Before Zain could quite figure out what was going on, Caleb was rubbing against him, whining desperately as he rubbed against Zain’s hip, leg, anything he could reach.
Oh, fuck.
He’d thought everything that had come before was hot, but the idea of the man-pup humping his leg, willing to humiliate himself to get off, made his mouth go dry. Zain wasn’t willing to promise he’d never jerk Caleb off, because that had been too much fun to give up completely, but the feel of Caleb’s cock as the pup ground himself against Zain’s hip was intoxicating. The way that tail wagged uncontrollably dragged him further into the moment. Something about the willing humiliation and the complete submission the pup seemed to feel in that moment was incredible.
The pup was too far gone to last for very long. Seconds ticked by in silence as they watched him hump Zain’s leg, only punctuated by the sounds of whines and moans coming from Caleb as he frantically chased his orgasm.
Finally, the rhythmic thrusting faltered, and Caleb’s head fell back, a low groan escaping him as his orgasm slammed through him. Seeing him spill all over Zain’s leg was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.
When the pup was done, his orgasm finally fading, he knelt back down on the ground looking worn out and spent. Looking at the mess he’d made on Zain’s hip and upper thigh, Caleb gave a low whine then stretched out his head, carefully lapping at the mess he’d made of Zain… the mess he’d made of his alpha. “That’s right, Pup. Clean up your mess,” Zain said breathlessly.
Fuck.
Zain had gone from being completely alone to a part of some kinky, fucked up family in the course of an afternoon, but as he watched Caleb lick his cum off Zain’s body, he couldn’t regret anything that had happened — even if he wasn’t sure where it was going to go from there.
“You will continue to take care of my pup,” Liam’s arrogant voice informed him at the same time Caleb lapped away at an especially long line of cum off Zain’s calf.
He groaned, the sight of it gathered on Caleb’s tongue making it hard to think about refusing this again. “And if I don’t?” he retorted anyway, finally understanding why Caleb pushed his boundaries.
The man-pup swallowed slowly, making it look positively obscene, then he rested his head against Zain and said just as confidently as his master had, “You will.”
Zain couldn’t deny that.
Chapter Eight:
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br /> Caleb
It was starting to be too easy to slip into the headspace of puppy, and Caleb wasn’t sure what to think or do about it. Once, he’d been willing to slide into the role, provided he was a pampered poodle and not a stray mutt begging for scraps, but Liam…
Liam was missing a few buttons on his remote control, and those were the ones that might’ve had him treating Caleb… Not like a person, exactly, but better. Like supes treated their real pets, the ones like they’d had before the Takeover when slavery was illegal, full stop.
Like the dog walker had.
Zain, Liam had said.
Alpha.
With him, it was easier to relax, more difficult to resist, and it hadn’t even been that long. That was one of the parts that worried him most, how natural it felt for him to get so deep into subspace that he didn’t care what he had to do as long as he pleased his alpha — and his master.
It was so familiar.
Liam had at least been nice enough to lock him in the room with the kennel instead of locking him inside of it, which meant his limbs weren’t too cramped as he followed Zain back inside. He hoped Zain “forgot” to change the fucking puppy pad he’d been forced to use, much to his utter humiliation, during the night.
He’d rather see the vampire do something that demeaning, because Caleb sure as fuck couldn’t do it with the mitts and the spreader bar that was back in place from where he might’ve decided to stand up after Zain had left.
Liam had not been amused.
His treatment hadn’t been as bad as he’d expected, but his master still didn’t seem to understand the very basic principles his alpha had been trying to teach. Those were the sorts of things that made it hard to get in the headspace even with Zain…
Even though he wanted to.
“This way, Pup,” Zain coaxed him.
Caleb followed him into the kitchen.
Great. It was time for more human puppy chow. He was already tired of the stuff, yet his cock had been slowly hardening since Zain had arrived at the idea of the utter degradation of eating the equivalent of kibble from dog bowls. There was no question that his body liked this shit, but his mind was another matter completely.
It didn’t matter how good or how hot the sex had been the day before. He was still completely dependent on other people, and the main other person treated him like utter crap.
Then there was Zain.
The smell in the kitchen made his stomach grumble, and he looked up at Zain as he caught sight of a pot on the stove, steam escaping from around the lid. “You did not,” he said, his voice utterly accusatory, “bring dinner over to eat in front of me while I eat Happy Human Puppy Chow. Have you tried the stuff?”
So help him, he was going to chow down on Zain’s ankles — until he got muzzled again, anyway — if the werewolf was going to torment him like that.
The only reason he hadn’t gone for the ‘wolf already was that he didn’t think Zain would. He didn’t seem like Liam, who would get off on teasing and denying. He seemed too…
Nice.
Which was a weird word to use for a guy who was utterly turned on by the fact that Caleb had an actual tail, but it was true. And he didn’t know what the fuck to think about it.
Zain looked down and seemed to focus on Caleb’s still hard dick.
Fuck. He was pissed, but his dick seemed to think otherwise.
Zain smiled, and one eyebrow went up. “How about you save your outbursts for when you don’t look like you want to be fucked?” He reached down and ran a hand over Caleb’s head, petting him and making a low happy sound. “I might reward a good pup with some people food. But not a naughty pup who’s trying to be punished for some reason? Do you think that tone is what your master wants to hear?”
Caleb gave him a flat look, but his cock pulsed anyway.
Fucking traitor.
Zain crouched down for just a moment and let his hands caress over Caleb’s back, running temptingly down to Zain’s tail without actually touching it. “You’ve been such a good pup for me today.”
“You do remember that I’m a person, right?” he asked, stressing the word. “Still have a brain in here and all.” Not that he always used said brain in a way that kept him from getting into trouble, but that was entirely beside the point.
Zain’s hands wrapped around him and started massaging his hips and groin, still not touching his cock but making Caleb’s body think that it was only a matter of seconds before he did. “You only want to be a person when you’re feeling angry. When you’re a happy pup, you’re content to run around and beg for attention. I like that happy pup.”
Caleb let out a low growl — mostly because he was right.
His fingers finally wrapped loosely around Caleb’s cock. “You want to be my good boy, don’t you, Pup?”
“No,” he said sullenly. “I want to be a person. I don’t want to have to always bark and whine and stay on the fucking floor and eat kibble.” He stared at Zain. “What do you want from me?” he asked, his voice much softer, more plaintive, more desperate. “For me to forget what it’s like to be a person completely?”
A shudder ran through Caleb, but at the same time…
Fuck, at the same time, the idea of being a human pup was so appealing. He didn’t have any real responsibilities, and he got fed, given water, was taken care of…
And he was losing himself to arousal and the primal part of his brain that didn’t give a fuck about what he was as long as he got through it a little more every day.
That was the time in the slums talking — or so he told himself — when he’d been nothing, when it had been a luxury to take a warm bath. He didn’t really want this. It was just… new and vaguely reminiscent of something normal… which sounded so fucked up in his head that he couldn’t quite comprehend it himself.
Zain’s hand tightened on his cock, and Caleb’s hips instantly bucked so that he pushed into the touch. He stopped himself after a moment, but only just. He wanted it…
“Shh, hey. I want you happy. That’s the only thing I want. You like being a pup. You like running around, chasing the ball. You like letting everything go. I love watching you wag your tail and be a happy pup. If you tell me that arguing and being grumpy are what you want, then I’ll try and understand, but that’s not what I think you really want.”
Caleb had to swallow the lump in his throat because it was true, all of it. He didn’t want it to be true, and he tried to remind himself that supes were assholes, and they were making him into a goddamn puppy to play with.
Yet there he was, fully erect and trying not to fuck into the hand around his cock. He whimpered. “Please don’t do this,” he whispered.
“Don’t do what?” The low voice sent shivers through Caleb. “Don’t give you what you want? Come lay down on your bed and relax while I make dinner. If you’re good while I finish getting it ready, I’ll rub your belly and play with your cock. That sounds good, doesn’t it, Pup?”
“No!” Caleb snapped, struggling against the stupid fucking leg… things. “No. Fuck you. I’m not… I’m not some dog that just wants to make you happy. I don’t want this. Stop trying to make it sound like it’s something good when you’re— you’re—”
Erasing my identity.
The thing was, he’d never much liked himself anyway, had never been… happy. And he wasn’t sure that this was all bad.
No. That was just their manipulation talking.
It wasn’t him.
Was it?
He didn’t want this.
Didn’t he?
He might’ve been happy to go along for the ride, but—
But what?
“Come here, Pup.” The werewolf crouched beside him, taking a firm hold of the collar he’d brought, the one Caleb had been surprised Liam had let him keep. “Stay.” With the other hand, he deftly unfastened the spreader, giving Caleb leave to stretch.
Before he could do anything more than let out a soft sound of grat
itude that he instantly hated himself for, Zain gathered him up in his arms just like he would if Caleb were a real dog — a tiny little lapdog at that — and carried him toward the living room.
Taking him to the couch, Zain settled them both down and pulled Caleb so he was on all fours, draped over Zain’s lap. Running long strokes down his body, “If you don’t want to be a pup right now, that’s fine. What do you want to talk about, Pup?”
Caleb wriggled and resisted, but even he knew it was futile. He wasn’t going to get free of a werewolf, or any supe, for that matter. It frustrated the hell out of him, and he had to bite back a snarl.
But if he didn’t fight now, it was game over.
Zain’s arms tightened and pinned Caleb to his body, one arm around Caleb’s waist and the other pinning his head to Zain’s chest. “Hey, you don’t want to hurt me, Caleb. I know that. This is a lot for anyone, no matter how much they want it, but I’m not going to let you hurt me or do anything that you’re going to regret.”
It was the first time Zain had been even vaguely hostile with him, even vaguely… firm… and Caleb didn’t like it.
No matter how much they want it.
Fuck, he didn’t know what he was doing anymore.
Slowly, he quieted, his body going lax in Zain’s arm. He buried his face against Zain’s chest when the werewolf relaxed his grip on him, and for a moment, he really was tempted to bite down.
Just like an animal.
Just like they wanted him to be.
Just like his body wanted him to be, even though his mind was resisting… and why?
It wasn’t erasing who he was. It was just… letting him change, letting him react to the world around him instead of clinging to someone he wasn’t anymore and could never be again.
He was tired, so fucking tired. He usually slept all day, but it seemed like with Zain in the picture, he was going to have to sneak naps all the time…
He really was being turned into just a pet, wasn’t he?
