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“Sit up!”
Dan felt the rough leather of his collar scrape against his neck as Mark tugged up firmly on the leash attached to the ring at the front. He gasped for a second as it pulled tightly over his Adam’s apple and straightened his back so that he was looking up at his master’s face. His bare chest was starting to feel a little cold and his legs ached from the amount of time that Mark had kept him kneeling at his feet, but he felt an intense pride at how dutifully he had obeyed his master. He liked the way that his collar made him feel vulnerable and protected at the same time, and he positively melted under the string of instructions that Mark would give him whenever he was buckled into the simple scrap of hide. He especially loved how Mark’s eyes glinted warmly behind his commanding facade, reminding him that his lover was still in there and would be waiting to comfort him after their playtime ended.
As if sensing Dan’s mental shift away from the scene, Mark narrowed his eyes. “Come on, pup, let’s go to the other room. If you’re a good boy and can sit still while I film a few episodes, I’ll let you lay in my lap while we watch TV. Okay?” Dan nodded enthusiastically as heat flooded his stomach. Mark’s voice was the perfect mix of deep and serious, and nothing made him happier than seeing his pet following instructions. Knowing that Mark was satisfied with him was the most arousing thing about their situation, and Mark let him lead as they made their way into the other room, Dan pulling tightly against the leash as his enthusiasm got the better of him.
“Heel, boy, you know what happens to overexcited puppies. They get put back in their room until they can behave. Do you want to go back to your room?” Dan shook his head emphatically, and Mark grinned. “Good. I’d like to play with you a little more. Up on the couch, come on.”
Mark sat on the couch and Dan stretched out on his back across the rest with his head on Mark’s thigh. As he set up the recording equipment, Mark’s hand rubbed lazy circles down Dan’s exposed belly. Dan made a happy little growl in his throat and arched up into the touch. Mark’s hand kept rubbing, but didn’t go any lower. “Good puppies get belly rubs, but really good puppies get… different rewards. Are you ready for me to start recording?” Dan nodded again. “Color?” Mark asked gently.
“Green!” Dan replied confidently. He always enjoyed these sessions, and knew that afterwards there would be cuddles and lazy kisses and praise to be had. He curled up against Mark, just below the frame of the face cam, and turned to watch the game, imagination running wild as he imagined how he’d be rewarded when the mics and cameras were off.