Dogsbody

The credits began to roll, and Klavier tensed in excitement as Mr. Armando picked up the remote and switched off the TV. Mr. Armando stretched and looked at him.

“Feeling better now?” he asked.

Klavier nodded. “Jawohl, master.”

Mr. Armando smirked and looked at his watch. “Bedtime,” he remarked. “I’ll get you a blanket for the couch.”

He moved to the edge of his seat and Klavier realised he had to act fast. Thinking quickly, the prosecutor slid to his knees and put his hands on Mr. Armando’s thigh.

“Please let doggie sleep on your bed,” he begged.

Mr. Armando paused, a fleeting expression of surprise on his face before he composed himself and rubbed his beard thoughtfully.

“Hmm…”

“I’ll keep you warm,” Klavier murmured in a husky voice. He rested his head on his hands, close to Mr. Armando’s crotch, and looked up at him. “And I won’t make a mess…unless you want me to.”

Mr. Armando gave a sigh.

“All right,” he said, feigning disinterest. He drew the leash out of his pocket. Klavier tensed, his erection getting bigger and harder just at the sight of it. Mr. Armando looked at him with a puzzled expression. It melted into a smirk and Klavier bit his lip.

“You like this, don’t you?” Mr. Armando remarked, idly twirling a few inches of the chain in his hand.

Klavier smiled sheepishly and nodded. No sense trying to hide it now. Mr. Armando’s smirk broadened.

“Fucking deviant,” he murmured, and clipped the leash to Klavier’s collar.

Klavier rose in tandem with Mr. Armando – he had no desire to be jerked forward or nipped on the neck. Not to mention that the capricious older man might decide to make him sleep on the floor if he made any wrong moves. He followed obediently as Mr. Armando led him to the bedroom, discreetly eyeing his master’s rear on the way.

Once inside, Mr. Armando hung the handgrip of Klavier’s leash on the coat hook on the bedroom door. Klavier took it as a sign for him to stay where he was, and watched while Mr. Armando switched on the bedside lamp and turned down the quilt. Mr. Armando returned to where Klavier stood, and took the leash from the hook. He stood in front of the younger man, just looking at him. He inclined his head slightly and Klavier realised Mr. Armando was running his eyes up and down his body.

“Undress me,” Mr. Armando commanded.

The low growl in his voice made Klavier’s skin tingle. Obediently he moved forward, deftly undoing Mr. Armando’s silver tie. He let it fall to the floor, and when Mr. Armando didn’t jerk the leash or nip him with his fingers, Klavier began to undo the buttons of Mr. Armando’s shirt. He gently freed the shirt from Mr. Armando’s slacks and eased it off the older man’s shoulders. Unable to resist, he leaned forward to lick the swarthy bronze skin and yelped as Mr. Armando nearly jerked his head off his shoulders.

“I said undress me,” he snarled. “Did I say you could touch?”

Klavier coughed and moaned, his erection bulging bigger than ever at the punishment, and he wondered briefly just what the hell was happening to him before resuming his task. He unbuttoned Mr. Armando’s cuffs and slid the sleeve off Mr. Armando’s left arm. He waited while Mr. Armando transferred the leash from one hand to the other, then slid the shirt off completely.

Klavier took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he gazed at Mr. Armando’s naked chest. He wanted nothing more than to push him onto the bed and kiss and lick and suck and grope. But if he tried, he might get a worse punishment than just a sharp tug on the leash around his neck. Resignedly, Klavier sank to his knees, Mr. Armando lengthening the chain as he went. He undid the belt buckle and carefully unzipped his fly. Klavier tugged Mr. Armando’s slacks down to his knees, taking care not to touch his skin or underwear as he did so. He took off Mr. Armando’s dress shoes and black socks, then pulled his slacks down the rest of the way. Mr. Armando stepped out of them and Klavier reached for his crisp white briefs.

“That’s enough.”

Klavier stopped immediately and rested his hands on his thighs. He noticed that Mr. Armando was only half-erect, and wisely didn’t stare or say anything.

“Take off your shoes,” Mr. Armando said. “Socks too.”

Klavier obediently got rid of his stylish trainers and white cotton socks. Mr. Armando pulled gently on the leash and Klavier stood up. He gazed at Mr. Armando as the older man looked him over again, then moved to stand behind him.

“Keep your hands by your sides,” Mr. Armando murmured in his ear. A moment later Klavier felt Mr. Armando’s lips on his shoulder and his hands – one still holding the leash – around his waist.

“Mmm…”

Klavier shivered as Mr. Armando trailed kisses along his shoulder and up his neck. One large hand caressed his stomach, the other slid higher up to his pectoral muscles. Klavier moaned as Mr. Armando rubbed the leather grip of the leash back and forth over his nipple. Mr. Armando stepped closer till his chest was touching Klavier’s back, licking and biting a little at the juncture of Klavier’s neck and shoulder. When he felt Mr. Armando’s hard erection pressing against his buttocks, Klavier had to clench his fists to keep from reaching back and running his hands along the older man’s legs.

“Ehn.” Mr. Armando rubbed his erection against Klavier’s behind and slid the hand that wasn’t holding the leash down to the big bulge in Klavier’s chaps. Klavier groaned with need as Mr. Armando stroked his hand up and down the rough denim, and groaned again in disappointment when Mr. Armando let go and stepped back.

“All right,” Mr. Armando remarked. He walked towards the bed and Klavier couldn’t take his eyes off the way those crisp white briefs were tenting now. Mr. Armando stood by the bed and patted the mattress. “Up. All fours.”

Klavier obeyed, his straining erection and confining trousers making it difficult to walk. He felt the mattress creak as Mr. Armando got on the bed behind him.

“First thing’s first…” Mr. Armando murmured. He leaned forward and loosened Klavier’s collar a notch, then turned it so that the D-ring for the chain was at the back, and shortened the leash so that there were no stray loops that could get wrapped around the younger man’s neck.

“Now…” Klavier shivered as Mr. Armando ran his hands over his denim-clad thighs. “…think I’ll keep these on you, kitten…” He reached around and popped the button at the front, leaving Klavier’s belt in place, and lowered the zipper. Klavier grunted a little as his erection poked through the gap. He didn’t think he could wait much longer – there was already a wet spot on the front of his briefs. Mr. Armando shifted behind him, probably getting rid of his underwear, Klavier thought. Mr. Armando’s hand returned to his front, easing Klavier’s briefs off his erection, and then that hand went round to the back and pulled his underwear down…

A stab of panic cut through Klavier’s arousal.

“Wait. Wait, stop.”

The leash went slack.

“What’s wrong?”

Klavier turned around to face the older man, who was now sitting back on his heels. Klavier swallowed at the sight of Mr. Armando’s erection, which suddenly looked not only enormous but incredibly threatening.

“I – I can’t,” he said. “Anal – I – I don’t want to.”

Mr. Armando gazed at him for a few moments, then shrugged his shoulders and unclipped the leash from Klavier’s collar.

“Oh well.” He scooted over to the edge of the bed and put the leash on the bedside locker, then reached for the quilt.

“W-wait, what are you doing?” Klavier asked.

Mr. Armando turned to look at him. “I really did want to fuck you, kitten,” he said with a sigh, “but if you’re not comfortable with it…” He shrugged again and pulled the covers up around his waist.

Klavier looked at him in disbelief. “But – but we could do other things –”

Mr. Armando shook his head. “Sorry, kitten. Not interested.”

Klavier fisted his hands in the sheets in frustration, his balls ready to explode. “But – this isn’t fair!” he whined. “You can’t force me into this! You said so earlier!”

“Who’s forcing you?” Mr. Armando answered innocently. “If you don’t want me to fuck you, you’re perfectly welcome to go to sleep.”

Klavier buried his hands in his hair and pulled until his eyes watered. He dropped his hands and gazed at Mr. Armando, who looked back at him with a neutral expression.

“If it hurts and I tell you, do you promise to stop?”

Mr. Armando nodded, completely serious. “Absolutely.”

“Okay.” Klavier gathered his resolve and resumed his position on all fours, facing the head of the bed. He looked to the side and saw Mr. Armando smirk at him. The older man grabbed the chain from the bedside locker and pushed the covers down to the end of the bed. Despite his nervousness, Klavier couldn’t stop a little shiver of anticipation as Mr. Amando snapped the chain to the back of his collar.

“Relax, kitten,” Mr. Armando murmured soothingly. He leaned over Klavier’s back and the prosecutor felt the Medic Alert tag he’d seen earlier brush against his skin. “You’ll like this, I promise.” He trailed little kisses along Klavier’s spine, reaching around to rub Klavier’s stomach in slow circles. “Bark if you want me to stop.”

A safeword – or safe-noise, in this case – made Klavier feel more comfortable. Mr. Armando moved his hand to Klavier’s ass, gently rubbing and squeezing it. He took his hand away and Klavier saw him rummage in the drawer of the bedside locker.

“Ready, kitten?” Mr. Armando asked.

Klavier nodded. “Ja, I guess so.”

He shivered a little as cool gel was applied to his ass. Mr. Armando reached around to rub Klavier’s stomach again, the leather grip of the leash brushing against the prosecutor’s skin. A moment later Klavier hissed as a slick finger slid inside him.

“Easy, tiger,” Mr. Armando murmured, and for a moment Klavier wondered just how many animals he was supposed to be, anyway. The finger moved out, then in, then out…in…out…in…and despite himself, Klavier began to rock a little with the movements. A second finger was added, stretching him further. Klavier relaxed more – he’d been expecting pain, and though it pinched a little at first, he could handle this fine. The only thing that bothered him was that he wasn’t getting much out of it. He hoped Mr. Armando would rub his aching erection while he –

The fingers inside him suddenly hit a very interesting spot indeed. Klavier gasped and arched as fiery tingles of pleasure coursed through his groin from the inside. He vaguely registered Mr. Armando chuckling behind him as he pushed back against his fingers. Mr. Armando removed his fingers entirely and Klavier moaned in disappointment. Gott in Himmel, for a moment there he thought he might come from that alone.

He thought he heard a foil packet tearing, but before he could process the sound and what it meant, something much bigger than Mr. Armando’s fingers slid inside him.

“Aagh, mein Gott!” Klavier gasped, realising suddenly where the term “pillow-biter” came from. Mr. Armando stilled for a couple of seconds, and when Klavier didn’t say anything else he pushed further in. Klavier grunted in discomfort and considered barking, when suddenly Mr. Armando brushed against the same spot as before.

“Uuuaaaah…” Klavier fisted his fingers in the sheets again as Mr. Armando pulled out slowly, then pushed back in, hitting Klavier right where he wanted. “Mmmm…”

Mr. Armando chuckled behind him.

“Told you you’d like it,” he murmured. He tugged on the leash just a little and Klavier arched his head back with a moan, precum dripping from his aching cock onto the clean sheet below him. Mr. Armando began to go faster, leaning over Klavier, the leash tight in his left hand, his right holding Klavier’s hip.

“Nngh…” Klavier wrapped his hands around the bars of the bedstead to keep himself steady. To think he’d been afraid of this… He used his grip on the bars as leverage to push back to meet Mr. Armando, moaning at the delicious sensations caused by Mr. Armando hitting that sweet spot inside him over and over.

“Unf…enjoying this, kitten?” Mr. Armando grunted.

“Ja…ja…” Klavier gasped. “Oh, more…” His skin tingled all over, his balls were fit to burst. “Please, I need it…!”

Mr. Armando obliged, picking up speed. Klavier rocked back helplessly against him, feeling his orgasm building deep inside him. Springs creaked and bounced under his knees and his collar jingled with every hard thrust. He couldn’t think about anything except how enormous his erection felt, how heavy his balls were and how good Mr. Armando’s hard cock was inside him.

Mr. Armando leaned back, gently pulling the leash to make Klavier bring his head up, and a moment later a slick, gel-covered hand closed around Klavier’s pulsing erection and began to stroke firmly. Klavier couldn’t take any more. He ground furiously against Mr. Armando’s hand, his release utterly unstoppable.

“Ohhhhh…!”

Klavier pushed back against Mr. Armando as what felt like a gallon of come spewed onto the sheet beneath him. He sagged a little, still on his hands and knees, as Mr. Armando continued to thrust into him. Klavier was just starting to come out of his orgasmic haze when Mr Armando thrust deep inside him with a low groan and stayed there, holding his hips tightly.

Klavier stayed where he was, head on the sheet, panting in an effort to get his breath back, while Mr. Armando pulled out and got off the bed. The older man left the room, and returned a few minutes later. Klavier heard the leash being unsnapped. Then Mr. Armando’s hands – now free of gel and smelling of soap – undid the collar around his neck.

Klavier pushed himself up onto his knees and looked at Mr. Armando in puzzlement.

“You’re a free man now,” Mr. Armando said with a satisfied smirk, idly twirling the collar around his finger. He looked towards the bedside locker and Klavier followed his gaze. The analogue clock there showed that it was midnight.

“Ja,” Klavier replied. Mr. Armando’s smirk faded to a somewhat sheepish grin and he put the collar and leash away in the bedside locker. Klavier sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Mr. Armando lay down, drawing the covers up to his chest.

He didn’t want to leave.

“Herr Armando,” Klavier asked hesitantly, “…could – could I stay the night?”

Mr. Armando smirked and took his visor off, placing it within easy reach, and looked in his direction with sightless brown eyes.

“Like I said, you’re a free man,” he replied. “It’s up to you.”

Klavier smiled back and began to unbuckle his belt. “I did promise to keep you warm.” He discarded his chaps and underwear and slid into bed next to Mr. Armando.

“Ha.” Mr. Armando reached blindly for him and Klavier guided his hand to his shoulder. Mr. Armando shuffled closer, running his hand up to Klavier’s cheek. Klavier instinctively wrapped his arm around Mr. Armando’s waist as the older man kissed him, long and slow and deep. Klavier gave a little sigh as Mr. Armando pulled back and clumsily slid a hand up to Klavier’s hair.

“That’s for keeping an old man company,” Mr. Armando murmured. He let go of Klavier and got comfortable on his pillow, sliding a hand underneath it. He closed his eyes, and after a few minutes the sound of his breathing told Klavier he was asleep.

Klavier propped himself up on his elbow and gazed at his former master. He shook his head, smiling at the day’s strange events. Half of him was insisting he could never tell anyone about this, ever; the other half was wondering what it would be like to seduce Mr. Armando as an equal. Klavier sighed quietly and lay down. He shifted uncomfortably, realising he was in the wet spot. A second later he realised that Mr. Armando had deliberately fucked him on one side of the bed, and had then taken the dry side for himself.

You sadistic old bastard, Klavier thought, but with a peculiar fondness that surprised him. Klavier began to ponder it further, but then gave up. For now he was in a warm, albeit slightly damp, bed, and the night’s activities had taken a lot out of him. He could figure things out in the morning.

As he drifted off, Klavier couldn’t help but feel that this was the start of something…interesting.

THE END