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“Speak”
“WOOF, WOOF!!”
“Very good.”
Gentaro’s hand lazily stroked Dice’s length as a reward. The pace was starting to kill him at this point. Dice gripped the sheets harder, salty tears of frustration pricked at his lashes. Had he done something wrong? Was his partner mad? The gambler thought back as far as he could into the week. If it wasn’t some sort of misbehavior what was it, why was Gentaro being so cruel?
He squeezed again, crushing Dice’s dick in his palms, rolling the head with his forefinger & thumb. Their teasing had been driving the other to the edge of mind break for the better part of an hour.
“Gentaro…. please.” Dice begged under his breath, breaking their speaking rule for the second time that night.
“Bad dog! What have I told you about using that mouth, you speak only when spoken to.” Gentaro squeezed again, shoving a finger into his own hole. Dice whimpered into the pillow, his erection had grown red due to unfulfilled stimulation. The author held it pitifully, slapping when the thought came to mind.
Dice cried out as a tremor racked through his body. The slap at this point was undeserved cruelty.
“Tarooo-,” His whine was cut off by another slap, a response to his continued rule breaking, “What did I do?” chains clinked together as he raised hands to touch Gentaro’s cheek.
“Sweet boy… it’s what you haven’t done.” A sadistic smile split his face, as he raised his body above Dice. He lined them up before slamming down, hole swallowing the other down without warning.
The gambler's body & face contorted at the shock, back arching from the floor. He still hadn’t been given mercy, realizing such as he opened his eyes to a still form atop his. He thought about the words exchanged just before, taking it as some sort of advice,”
“woof! WOOF!! WOOF!!” He barked hopelessly, assuming there had to be some command he had missed before.
“All that yelling will get you nowhere, hmm.” The author’s serene look taunted him giving no hints as to what he could be missing.
“Taro, whatever it is I’m sorry. But please.. do something.” He sounded entirely defeated. After nearly an hour of being jerked, fingered, and overall toyed with no sense of when it would end or any relief would be delivered, Dice had given up. Crying into the pillow in a showcase of frustration.
Gentaro clicked his tongue, deciding to finally put an end to his cruel game. He pulled out to reach over Dice’s body, effectively suffocating him in their chest. Slapping around the desk for a moment before landing on the collar, he giggled before wrenching his arm back to present the item.
Dice stared, lips pulling awkwardly at the cursed ornament. He hated it, it was tight, choking, an overall nightmare.
“I told you I wanted to lead you this morning. Why didn’t you put this on?” Gentaro sounded upset as he unclipped the collar, lining it to their boyfriend's neck.
“You are leading.” Dice squirmed, not understanding what the old man what getting at.
“No silly, I wanted to lead you, put you on a leash.”
He paused, taking a moment to process before releasing an inhuman noise of frustration. Of course, Gentaro was being so mean, this was his play all along. To be purposely confusing and create reason for punishment. Even being the luckiest gambler alive wouldn’t help, this game was all rigged from the start. The collar slipped together easily. Before setting a merciless pace, Gentaro slipped a chain around the ring. Dice opened his mouth to bark again, quickly being choked off.
“Dogs…” Gentaro’s speech was stalled as he ground his ass into the other's hips, “do not speak.” He paused again to moan, “Unless spoken to.”