Dog therapy

      “Quit it,” says Andrew calmly, not letting his irritation show, but it is hard when his patience is really being tested.       There is a rattle again. Brat, he thinks as he stands up from his seat at the desk, his chair scratching the hardwood floor. From the other side of the room a pair of blue eyes glare daggers at him — at this point it has become a familiar sight.       The man in question is kneeling on the floor, his hands handcuffed behind his back and his mouth gagged. A pair of dog ears sit on top of his head, the band hidden by the auburn curls. His usual collar with a name tag circles his neck, adding flavor to the whole attire. The cherry on top of the predicament is an inflated plug in his asshole, bolted to the floor by a short chain, so that he can’t raise more than mere inches from the floor.       Overall, Neil is staying right where Andrew has put him. And if he smeared some peppermint oil on Neil’s clit, so what? It is a great entertainment to watch Neil squirm with no hopes of relieving the burning feeling.       “What a cute puppy, whining for his master,” he coos, and Neil scrunches his nose, which makes him even more adorable (though Andrew would never admit it out loud). “You just want some attention, yeah?” He scratches behind the fake ears, and surprisingly, Neil doesn’t pull away, though his glare pierces through Andrew.       “Okay, maybe it’s time to play.”       Neil looks at Andrew with hope in his eyes, and Andrew can’t wait to squish it.       He puts the tip of his boot against Neil’s clit, earning a shiver from the man. The look of disbelief that crosses the other’s face makes Andrew’s lips twitch. The gag stops the protests — it really has been a good idea to put it on Neil beforehand.       “Isn’t this what you wanted?” He puts more pressure against Neil’s crotch. The man’s cheeks are scarlet and Andrew barely contains his glee at the sight. The chain rattles as Neil tries to get away, but the plug keeps him in his place.       “Don’t pull your chain, puppy,” Andrew says, “or you’ll hurt yourself, and we don’t want that, do we?” The fake thoughtfulness seems to rile Neil up even more. “Is your puppy dick burning?” He circles the clit witch his boot, then stops. Neil whines, but cuts himself off quickly, probably embarrassed about the sound. Andrew plans to draw even more out of him.       'He’s still too shy about his body, ' Renee told him earlier with a meaningful look. Do something about it, is what she really meant. Andrew is all too happy to oblige with this one request.       What is a greater way to do so than humiliating a man so much that such trivial matters as nudity won’t matter to him later?       “It’s not nice if I do all the work,” says Andrew and looks down at Neil pointedly. “Come on, move.”       At first, Neil seems to be clueless about the command, and Andrew watches as realization dawns on the man, his eyes widening in shock. With his head lowered and ears burning red, he shyly moves his hips, rubbing his clit against the boot. Andrew watches as the black leather becomes more and more shiny, which stirs something hot low in his belly. He would love to grab Neil by the hair and fuck his face, making him teary-eyed, but he restrains himself. There will be time for such things later.       Neil’s moves turn more frantic with every passing second, his thighs quivering from the exertion. When he finally comes, the orgasms shakes his whole body, and Andrew must support his weight or he would topple over otherwise.       “Good puppy,” Andrew says. Normally, Neil would bristle at the pet name, so it is a testament of Neil’s tiredness that he doesn’t react to it now.       Too bad that Andrew isn’t done with him yet. When Neil can keep himself upright again, Andrew says, “Oh my, what a mess you’ve made.” He looks down at the boot, wet from Neil’s arousal. The gag is then partially unlocked, now with only the ring spreading Neil’s mouth. Andrew wipes away the drool that trickled down, and Neil makes a indignant noise, glaring daggers.       Andrew grips Neil’s hair, marveling for a moment at its softness “Be a good pup and clean it up,” he says, pointing at his boot.       There is fire in Neil’s eyes that would burn Andrew to ashes if it was possible. Ignoring his own need, he forces Neil’s head down, the man pushing back against him with all his might.       “If you don’t stop this now, I’m putting a weight on your dick for a whole day,” Andrew says, not letting Neil up from his bent position.       The threat seems to have worked because Neil leans further down, albeit reluctantly, the chain tethering him to the floor going taut. He grimaces when a tip of his tongue touches the leather, but he starts licking anyway. His muscles strain in the position, the damp skin glistening in the light. There is something in Neil that always captures Andrew’s attention whenever they are near each other, the strange hunger never fully satiated. Maybe it is his sharp eyes or the tiny freckles dotting his face? Maybe the curls that seem to shine in the sunlight? Or maybe his defiance that always keeps Andrew on his toes?       When Andrew let a tiny bit of his thoughts slip out once while talking to Renee, she only flashed him her knowing smile. Andrew didn’t like at all.       Neil finishes licking the boot, not a spot left on the leather, and straightens up. Andrew takes a moment to appreciate the disheveled appearance before Neil looks up at him expectantly.       Oh, how naive, Andrew thinks as he locks the dildo gag in again, listening to Neil’s outraged protests.       “What, you thought that’s it? You should know better by now,” Andrew says patting Neil’s cheek admonishingly.       They have some more time until Andrew has to return him, and he intends to use it well.