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Baku has completely lost track of time, of how long he’s been on his knees, completely naked, beside Gotak’s bed while his best friend aimlessly scrolls through his phone with one hand. That same hand has a leash looped around his wrist, attached to the collar around Baku’s neck. The other holds a small remote connected to the vibrator inside Baku for the past hour.
“I can’t, I can’t take it anymore, please.” He whines from his stop next to the bed, but doesn't move.
“You can’t?” Gotak asks, barely looking at him. “I think you can, puppy. Surely you can handle a small vibrator for a few hours. Or are you going to disappoint me?” Few hours? It's only been one hour and Baku already feels outside his own body.
Baku shakes his head. He doesn’t want to disappoint him, but he really can’t take it anymore. “It’s too much.”
Gotak sighs and looks down at Baku like he’s the most pathetic person he’s ever laid eyes on. Warmth floods Baku’s body. He wants to be good, but he also loves how degrading it feels.
Finally, Gotak says, “I guess you really are a disappointment. Come here. Up.”
He yanks Baku by the leash, with no regard for pain. Baku lets out a small whine at the force, with no choice but to follow. His legs barely work anymore after being on his knees for so long.
Gotak all but throws Baku onto the bed, leaving him sprawled chest down against the sheets. He straddles Baku’s thighs and leans in close, his mouth brushing his ear as he whispers, “If you can’t sit and wait anymore, then be a good dog and take it.”
Then Gotak reaches down, gripping the base of the vibrator, and starts fucking him slowly but with a clear focus. His other hand, still wrapped around the leash, pulls tighter, shortening it until it’s hard for Baku to breathe.
The combination of the relentless stimulation after what feels like hours, paired with the lack of oxygen as the collar makes Baku feel completely out of it. It’s as if he’s floating, suspended in a haze where pleasure and pain blur together.
There’s nothing left in his mind except a loop of: yes, yes, I can take it. He can be good. He can endure. He can be such a good puppy for his owner. Whatever sounds slip past his lips no longer resemble words.
His body reacts on instinct alone, every thought stripped down to obedience and a desperate need to please. He thinks he's about to pass out when the grip loosens a bit, allowing Baku to take a few deep breaths before Gotak pulls hard on the leash again.
"You're going to pass out on me, puppy? Will I have to use your unconscious body just because you are weak and can't handle it?" Gotak scolds him again and shame floods Baku. He shakes his head.
“No.. no, I can.. I can be good.” He manages to say before Gotak is picking up speed, fucking the vibrator deep into him and hitting all the right spots, again and again.
He’s too pent up. It’s been far too long for him to hold back anymore. He comes with a deep groan, spilling over the sheets, Gotak not letting up for a single second, keeping the same relentless pace with the toy.
When it starts to become too much, Baku reaches back, trying to stop him, only to have his ass slapped hard.“Behave.”
He forces himself to hold still for a moment, even as Gotak keeps going. His body starts to respond again, but there’s a problem. He’s been on his knees for over an hour, and it’s been even longer since this started. Before, he was too lost in pleasure to notice, but now he can’t ignore it. His bladder is screaming. He needs to pee so badly, and Gotak’s movements only make it worse.
“Gogo, stop, I need…” he mumbles into the pillow.
Suddenly, Gotak pulls out the vibrator, and Baku is yanked by the collar and flipped over, his back hitting the mattress hard. “What is it, puppy?” Gotak asks, pressing a quick kiss to Baku’s lips and rubbing their noses together.
The softness is so out of place that Baku almost forgets what he was trying to say. Then Gotak is straddling him, slowly rocking his weight forward, settling heavily over Baku’s stomach. The pressure makes his bladder scream in protest.
“I-” Baku cuts himself off, heat flooding his face. He’s never been this embarrassed before. “I need to pee.”
Gotak stills. There’s a brief pause before he understands. “Ah,” he says lightly. “Does the puppy need to go?”
Baku nods frantically. “Yes. Yes, I’m sorry, but I really need to.”
Gotak looks thoughtful for a moment, like he’s weighing his options. “But that doesn’t seem very fair, does it?” he says at last. “I haven’t even finished yet, and you want to stop?”
He shifts again, deliberately putting more pressure on Baku’s lower stomach. Baku cries out, helpless, body trembling.
“If you were a good puppy,” Gotak continues calmly, “you’d just hold it and wait. You can’t even do that for me?”
He grinds down again and again. Baku has never felt this kind of pressure in his life. He needs to pee so badly he can barely think, his body shaking as panic sets in. The horrifying thought hits him all at once, that he might actually lose control. “Stop… please, Gogo. I really need-”
“Shush. You can hold it.” But Gotak presses down harder, increasing the pressure on his stomach, almost as if he wants Baku to give in. The realization makes Baku dizzy. There’s too much happening at once, he can’t stop it, he’s trying so hard.
“Please, I can’t.” He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until a sob slips past his lips, his voice breaking as he pleads with his owner.
“I said no, puppy,” Gotak replies coolly. “You can wait. Or you can just go right here, like the disgusting thing you are.”
Hearing the words out loud, combined with the unrelenting pressure, finally breaks him. He can’t fight it anymore.
He lets go. Warmth spreads over his lower body and into the sheets, and it goes on far longer than he expects. Instead of panic, an overwhelming pleasure washes over him, leaving him lightheaded and dazed. The sensation is so intense he moans through it, his vision blurring until everything briefly goes dark.
When he comes back to himself, it’s over. Gotak is looking down at him, something close to wonder flickering in his eyes. The reality of what just happened hits Baku when he shifts slightly. He’s so wet, gross and painfully aware of how humiliating it all is.
Gotak scoffs, eyes tracing the mess beneath them. “Look at what you did.” He tugs on the leash, forcing Baku to look down. “You’re such a bad puppy.”
Baku’s eyes fill again, humiliation burning hot in his chest. But now that the pressure is gone, his body betrays him. Desire coils low in his stomach at Gotak’s words, making his cock stir again. Shame and want tangled together until he can’t tell them apart. Something is deeply wrong with him, but he loves it.
Gotak notices, of course. “You like this?” he says softly, act dropping for a second before getting back into it. “Of course you do, you filthy mutt. Guess I’ll finally be able to put you to some good use.”
He makes quick work of taking off his clothes. “Sit still for me, puppy,” Gotak adds coolly. “Be thankful I’m even letting you watch after all of this.”
Gotak reaches over to the bedside table and grabs the lube. Straddling Baku again, he starts to prep himself, deliberately giving him a full view as he sighs and moans softly at the sensation of finally touching himself too. He gets a little lost in it, and Baku can’t help the small whines that slip out at the sight of his best friend like this.
He’s so gorgeous. Baku wants to touch him so badly it almost hurts. But even if he hasn’t behaved properly today, he’s still a good pup. And good pups don’t touch unless they’re allowed.
When Gotak has three fingers in, he spreads them slowly a few times before finally pulling them out. “I’ll use you now, puppy,” he says breathless. “Be good and stay still for me, okay?”
Baku nods as he’s tugged by the leash into a fully seated position. Gotak lines himself up, sliding down slowly into his cock. The heat and tightness around him feel overwhelming, perfect in a way that leaves Baku dizzy.
Gotak stays still for a moment. “Fuck, pup, you’re so big. You always fill me so well.”
Warmth blooms in Baku’s chest at the sudden praise, at the satisfaction of pleasing his owner. Feeling a little daring, he leans forward to press soft kisses along Gotak’s neck and jaw. Gotak allows it for a few seconds before tugging the collar sharply, making Baku’s head hit the headboard.
“What did I say about moving?” he scolds, but then pulls Baku into a messy, heated kiss anyway. He finally lifts himself up and drops back down, both moaning into each other’s mouths.
Gotak rides him, rolling his hips in an uneven rhythm that drives Baku insane. He lifts himself high until only the head remains inside before dropping back down hard and fast. Being unable to touch him is pure torture. Baku aches to hold him, to help him move, to let his hands explore every inch of his chest.
He holds back as best he can, being a good boy, just like he’s supposed to be. But then he notices Gotak starting to falter, his pace slowing. He’s clearly getting tired, and that won’t do. His baby shouldn’t have to do all the work. Baku wants to help, needs to help.
“I can- I can help,” he pleads, hands hovering just short of touching. “Please, let me be good for you.”
Gotak goes on for a while more, ignoring him. But he can't keep it up for longer.“Fine. Do it. You can touch me. Make me feel good, puppy.”
Given the command, Baku finally grabs Gotak by the waist and flips him over. Neither of them cares about how gross and ruined the sheets beneath them are. He doesn’t waste any time, setting a hard, relentless pace and making sure to hit all the right spots.
Gotak wraps his legs around him, forcing him to go even harder. “Come on, puppy,” he taunts breathlessly. “You can do better than that.”
And yes! yes, he can. Baku was born to please his owner. He’ll give him everything, make him feel so good. Lost in the spiral of thought and pleasure, he grips Gotak’s thighs and lifts them high, practically throwing his legs over his shoulders as he pounds into him.
At this point, Gotak can’t form proper words anymore. Just broken sounds, babbling and moaning. Baku feels a strong, dizzing amount of pride at being the one who brings him apart like this. He only has to stroke Gotak’s cock a few times before he cums, and when he does, they do it together. It’s loud, filthy, and overwhelmingly satisfying. It's a miracle Baku doens't pass out this time, with how sensitive he feels, even if he does get lost in the feeling for a while.
Baku comes back to himself with Gotak pressing soft kisses to his face. “You did so well.” He feels Gotak’s fingers move to remove his collar, but Baku stops him. He still can’t quite find his words, but he doesn’t want it gone yet.
“Okay,” Gotak says, amused but gently. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave it on, puppy.”
Baku hums and rests his face against Gotak’s neck. He knows they’ll probably need to talk once he feels more present and everything is cleaned up. But for now, he’s content just breathing him in.