#how much do you wanna bet my monthly will strke in two weeks

[banned-for-horny]

Final Treat

Kylar has one final treat to give Whitney as a reward for his training.

cw: petplay, mindbreak (i guess? or stockholmey?), kylar x whitney, and kylar being a creep like always.

a/n: um. yeah. I don't have an explanation for this one either. there is one very specific doujin artist in my head that haunted me while writing this. not gonna say it, but it definitely did stuff to my brain. fuckbuddies to lovers but also you were blackmailed into this. idk. my hormones are going wild.

Today is a big day, and there is a slight chance that Kylar's going to get murdered in a few minutes.

He flicks the switch, flooding the basement with harsh light. Tucked in one corner is the extra large dog crate he'd bought some time ago, covered with a soft blanket from his own room.

"I'm back," he calls out of habit, heart fluttering when he hears the rattle of something dragging against the cage. He doesn't hesitate to reach for the blanket, ripping it aside as he says, "D-Did you miss me?"

Probably not, but Whitney's cock is drooling within its chastity cage and that's all that matters. He squirms and shifts on his knees, causing the faux pink tail to swish behind him. It's a perfect match to the paws and ears strapped to his body, not to mention the bedazzled collar dangling from his throat.

Kylar almost squirms with him, but he swallows that down and knees, unlocking the cage with trembling fingers. With a gentle tug on the lead, Whitney comes shuffling out of the cage. He does not growl. He does not snap. He does pause for a few seconds to whine when his knee touches the cold basement floor, and Kylar gasps before grabbing the blanket.

"Sorry, sorry." He lets Whitney crawl onto the sheet, then gently pats between his fake ears. "Better?"

Whitney stills, which is a much better improvement than pulling away. He keeps his eyes down, too. Very big improvement.

"Good boy," Kylar says. "Y-You did really good this week! You didn't even tear up the bed inside the cage." Granted, the last time Whitney tore the bed up, he'd hit him so hard he started to bleed, but that's besides the point. He's all healed up and acting like a good boy. In fact..."You've been such a good boy that, um, I planned a big reward for you. A-Are you ready?"

Whitney's dull eyes dart up, just a flicker of light behind his stare that makes Kylar smile. He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a small key. "I'm letting you go!"

Whitney tenses, eyes zeroing in on the key. He starts to shift and squirm again, tail wagging, only to freeze when Kylar returns it to his pocket.

"B-But first," he says and stands up. "You, uh, you have to show me your t-tricks, okay? Then we can start." With a proud nod, Kylar steps off the blanket and puts on his best stern face. "Now, sit."

Whitney blinks. For a brief second, Kylar worries he's trying too soon, that he might have to punish the ex-delinquent again. Then Whitney begins to shift, sinking back on his haunches. The position forces his knees apart for balance, but he plants his paws between his thighs for support.

"Ah, ah," Kylar scolds quickly. "Sit up."

A flicker of definace sparks in Whitney's eye, but Kylar only holds up the lead for him to comply. Carefully, the ex-delinquent shifts his weight, wobbling on his feet as he lifts his paws to his chest. A dribble of precome escapes the slit of his chastity cage.

"G-Good boy!" Kylar praises. He does not miss the way the cock twitches from the inside the cage. "N-Now, belly up?"

Whitney keeps his paws tucked to his chest when he rolls over. Kylar can't resist running his hand across the flat of his stomach at the sight, inching closer and closer to his hips and drooling cock before pulling away.

"Present."

Slowly, on hands and knees, Whitney lifts his hips, sticking his ass and tail into the air. This time, Kylar sinks his fingers into the meat of his left cheek, more to try and control his own breathing than anything. He'd had to force Whitney into this position last time for the butt plug, threatening to bring back the pump and leave him with it on max for two weeks. Now, his back arches so beautifully, tail soft and pink against his skin. He lets out a weak little whimper and leans into Kylar's palm, then again when he lets go.

"Very good..." Kylar whispers this time. "S-Such a good boy..." He kneads the little crescents he'd left behind in Whitney's skin before floating his fingers up the ridge of his spine. When he shuffles around to the delinquent's head, he tilts him up by the muzzle and can't help the smile on his face. "Perfect..."

He's ready. He orders Whitney back on his back, then to lay his legs out before grabbing the key. He's quick at removing the chastity cage (thanks, Sydney). A single squeeze of Whitney's shaft draws a low, almost strangled groan from his throat.

"Y-You did so well," Kylar says, praise spilling from his lips as he jerks the cock to attention. "You-I'm so proud of you, you're-you're incredible, such a good boy." Whitney's hips jerk and buck under the attention, outright thrusting up when his hand pulls away. "J-Just one more trick, o-okay? Sit."

Kylar scoots back, cock bobbing free as he manages to push down his shorts without standing up. He doesn't bother pulling it all the way off, the rush of power and humiliation from being fully clothed and yet excitedly showing off for a mutt burning in his veins. This is just a final test, he tells himself. Just one more trick to see if his training really stuck.

He doesn't think much of it and rolls on his knees, wiggling his already-slicked hole at Whitney. "M-Mount."

He only catches a glimpse of his ex-bully's eyes stretching wide before paws clamp on his waist. Without his hands to actually guide him, he has to rut and thrust desperately, and Kylar almost breaks and reaches back to guide him in when the cockhead finally catches on his rim.

"A-AH!" Kylar cries out as Whitney slams all the way in with a single thrust, body spasming with pain from the stretch. He fists the blanket, tears blurring his vision. Behind him, he hears the strangled panting puff from the leather muzzle, hips grinding against ass. Like the good boy he is, Whitney does not start thrusting. Not until Kylar looks behind him and clenches around the burning cock stuffed inside of him. "G-Go ahead, Whit-"

He doesn't get to say more. Whitney starts hammering into him, face screwed tight as weeks of frustration melts out of him in a loud, choppy groan. All Kylar can do is hold on for dear life, throwing his hips back to meet each thrust with a clap of skin. If Whitney starts to slow, Kylar forces himself deeper and tries to milk the cum right out of him. If Kylar stills with pain, Whitney pauses just long enough to drag his hips back and pounds away.

A particularly hard thrust knocks Kylar's elbows out. He lands on his shoulders hard, mouth drooling when the new angle drives the thick cock into his prostate. He swears his vision starts to spot, brain melting as his stomach clenches. Maybe, he thinks, he should try to regain some control, but his dick is already dripping. Cum splatters against the blanket and his shirt, droplets flying everywhere with Whitney's desperate thrusts.

Then the mutt keeps going.

"W-W-W-Wait," Kylar gurgles out. He manages to flail one hand around, seizing Whitney's lead and yanking it forward. The force chokes out the poor ex-delinquent, and Kylar uses the temporary stun to push himself away. The cock pulls out of him with a disgustingly wet squelch, loud enough to make his own twitch despite the orgasm.

Whitney's eyes burn, a storm of lust and rage that reminds Kylar so much of his days being sent into the lockers at school. He starts to let out a growl, but Kylar is quick to roll onto his back, pulling his legs to his chest.

He doesn't have to give a command this time, just reaches for Whitney's cock to realign it with his hole before moaning. Paws cage him in as Whitney towers over him, unkempt hair spilling over his face, ears and muzzle casting a silhouette against the weak basement light. Beautiful, his mind thinks. Feral, wild, trained.

"A-Aha," Kylar gasps as Whitney grinds into him, pleasure and pain and pride boiling together until a laugh spills from his lips. He clings to Whitney's forearms and throws his legs around bony hips, cock already back to full hardness. "F-Fuck, yes, p-please, please-"

Whitney's forearms shove at his head. He manages to force his paws under Kylar's head and curls around him tight, like he's clinging to a teddy bear. The only thing really getting in the way is his muzzle, but that doesn't stop the whines and whimpers from singing in Kylar's ears as his thrusting falters. Warmth floods his insides, a weeks-long deluge that makes him clench just to make sure he gets every last drop.

Somehow, after weeks of a restricted diet, Whitney still feels impossibly heavy when he collapses on Kylar. His own cock is still hard, but he can't muster up his normal mask to scold the puppy for not finishing him off again. Being squished under his naked body with his cock still inside...it makes Kylar's stomach flood with warmth. No, not warmth. Just satisfaction.

"Mrphf mhrpin hrmp."

Kylar blinks at the noise, cheek pressing into Whitney's muzzle. "H-Huh?"

"Mrphf mhrpin hrmp," Whitney muffles out and grinds his hip into Kylar's, forcing out a sharp hiss. With each slow gyration, his softened cock begins to thicken.

"Whitney?" Kylar gasps when the ex-bully starts to sit up. He can see his own fucked-out expression in Whitney's eyes. "W-Wha-AH!"

Whitney rips his arms out from under Kylar's head, frantically pawing at his muzzle. The buckles are fastened behind his head, but that doesn't seem to deter him.

"Whitney, w-wait!" Kylar sits up after him, forcing his paws away. Brain still fuzzy with afterglow, he unbuckles the muzzle from around Whitney's head. Before he can speak, he's slammed back down, head throbbing from the blow.

Then his throat is attacked with frantic, sloppy kisses as the dick in his ass returns to weak, desperate thrusts. "'m not leaving," Whitney hisses between each kiss. "You're not-fuck-" He moves up to Kylar's chin, then cheek, then only lasts on his lips for a second before jerking back with a snarl. "You-You turned me into this. You bastard, you little fuck, fuck-"

His gloved hands desperately yank Kylar closer, folding into him in the deepest mating press his body will allow. This close, all Kylar can focus on is the warmth radiating off Whitney's skin, buried deep inside of him and burning the rest of the world away. He lets out a weak moan as his fingers claw through Whitney's natural roots, knees hugging his waist.

"G-Good boy," he pants, clinging to Whitney with all his strength. "Good boy-my good boy...stay..."

Whitney's lips part, eyes darting all over before he closes the distance. He laps at Kylar's mouth, tongues twisting as he grinds deeper and deeper. Over the searing heat and burning pleasure, a twisted knot begins to tangle in the kidnapper's mind. It draws the corner of his lips into a pleased little smile, disturbed only by his captive's desperate kiss. When he feels that familiar pressure building in his stomach, he forces himself to pull away, just to watch Whitney's face as the final spark of rage in him breaks.

"Fuck, please," Whitney begs as his thrusts turn choppy. He reaches down, like he wants to outright jerk Kylar off to orgasm, but Kylar grips either wrist to lock them in place. "Please, please, please-"

And Kylar can only smile and clench tighter around his cock. "Please," he echoes with delight. "G-Good ah, AH!"

This time, he gets the chance to savor his orgasm, moaning out as his back arches. Whitney hides his face in the crook of his shoulder, but his hips still jerk and twitch, his own pained moans echoing in Kylar's ears. For a few minutes, there is nothing but their moans and gasps filling the basement. By the time Kylar manages to find some strength, he just gives the lead hooked to Whitney's collar a tug.

Obediently, Whitney slips both off and out of him, leaving Kylar to squirm at the sudden emptiness. He can already feel the sweat gluing his shirt to his back. "I-I should...change," he murmurs to himself. The second he tries to sit up, his entire torso aches with protest, and he flops back down with a groan. "Ow..."

To his surprise, Whitney snorts and rolls over, pinning Kylar down with one arm. His nose brushes against the kidnapper's hair, strangely soft and gentle as he huffs, "Don't."

Kylar doesn't have the energy left in him to speak. He just tightens his grip on the lead and nods, body tingling with satisfaction. Something tells him Whitney won't go crawling back to you any time soon. Just one less rival in his way.

#degrees of lewdity #banned writing #how much do you wanna bet my monthly will strke in two weeks #idk how to explain this dynamic #guy falls for his own victim #victim gets mindbroken in return #neither of them are okay