Chapter 18
Owen
It had been a busy, chaotic, horrible night filled with asshole humans and their tiny spawn. Normally, I’d have been in a foul mood when I’d walked out of the door.
This time, though, as I locked up — locked up, like a proper adult with some degree of authority — I was torn between hopeless impatience and anxiety… and excitement.
I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about my hand on Adrian’s ass, about the way the plug might make the tail wag just a bit more when I did spank him. I’d had to think of disturbing things more than once to get my mind back out of the gutter. Luckily, the customers were more than happy to oblige.
None of it could ruin my mood, though, and Brad gave me a sidelong look. “You’re in a really good mood,” he noted.
“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” I replied as I tossed the keys up in the air and caught them.
“Gonna share why?” he asked.
“Oh, just have some good plans for tonight,” I told him vaguely. On a typical day, I’d have made some joke about being able to get off now that I’d gotten off work, but it wasn’t what I was thinking about.
I was wielding a semi already, but it wasn’t about me.
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t have too much fun.”
I clucked my tongue at him. “Someone’s gotta have enough fun for both of us,” I retorted. I waved as I got into the car, already anticipating going home to Adrian… which was fucking weird on all sorts of levels. I wanted to go home, wanted to be with my brother, wanted to see how much I could get him to beg for release…
By the time I got home, my dick was fully hard, and I tossed my keys carelessly aside before heading straight to Adrian’s room. I knew he was supposed to be doing homework, but I couldn’t help but imagine him there on his laptop, sprawled out naked, collar around his throat, tail plug in his ass, and waiting for me…
Instead of my erotic fantasy, though, he was sprawled out on the bed, surrounded by papers. His clothes looked slightly askew, like he’d been pulling at his shirt in frustration. He glanced up as I walked in, sagging in relief. “You’re here, so I can be done. That’s what I told myself.”
I arched a brow, but I only listened to him, not wanting to interrupt.
Adrian flopped back on his pillows, knocking over papers, and closed his eyes. “I hate papers like this. I want black and white, clear answers to questions and specific details that need to be included to get an A. This is ridiculous. I can’t decide if I’m oversharing or not going into enough detail. It’s just all tangled up in my head. I’m having a hard time separating you and us from the research.” He waved an arm, dramatically. “And don’t tell me that was the point. I don’t want logic. I want to be right. And done… I want to be done.”
“Isn’t the whole point to overshare?” I asked. “Figure out why it appeals to you, and all that?” I paused. That wasn’t going to work. This was Adrian I was talking to. I’d learned better ways to get him back on track.
I crossed the room, going to him and kissing him hard. I twisted my fingers in the collar of his shirt, keeping him close, and I murmured, “You have until I get out of the shower to have your collar and tail ready, your cock hard, and your ass up in the air for me, Pup.” I already owed him a spanking, and if that and some time as my pup didn’t clear his head, I wasn’t sure what would.
He leaned into my touch, sighing in relief and probably need. “Yes, Master.” Adrian straightened, following me as I straightened up. “One more kiss? I got a lot done. At least, I think I did.”
I could feel my smile turning a bit wicked. “Oh, you’ll get another kiss, Pup. Just not yet.” Reaching out, I traced a finger over his lips. “And maybe not even where you’re expecting it.”
Leaving a sputtering and wide-eyed Adrian staring after me, I headed out of the room, calling out behind me. “Don’t forget, Pup. You only have until I get out of the shower.”
I didn’t glance back, but I heard papers being shuffled around and Adrian starting to mumble as he hurried around the room. I started to strip before I even got to the bathroom, naked and ready to hop into the tub as soon as the water came on. Not even willing to give it another thirty seconds to heat up, I gasped and forced myself not to jump back out as the cold water hit me. Cooling off a bit wasn’t going to hurt me.
Forcing myself to stop hurrying, I carefully scrubbed every inch of my skin to make sure I didn’t smell like fries or burgers. I wasn’t sure where things would go, but I could tell there was something different about tonight. I wasn’t willing to go in there greasy, didn’t want a potential flawless memory ruined by something well within my control. I might’ve liked my job, but even I got tired of the smell. I didn’t want him to look back on this when we were older and just remember the scent of fried food instead of how I’d made him feel.
It was odd to think of it that way, like we had a future together. I wanted it, and I wanted it badly. My hand slid down my chest to my cock, and I half-closed my eyes, wishing it was Adrian’s hand on me. I wanted, desperately, to come and clear my head, but there was also a part of me that wanted the torment.
How long could I stay on edge without losing the edge of control my brother liked so much?
It didn’t stop me from stroking myself to the edge of climax before gripping the base of my cock hard, turning the water a bit colder to keep me from tumbling over from the brush of the fucking towel…
Or the sight of my brother on all fours waiting for me.
I groaned, half from frustration and half from need. As soon as I had myself under control, I vigorously washed my hair and did another scrub until I was sure I smelled only of soap.
When I got out, I was shivering a little, and I grabbed a towel. I had to order myself to slow down again, both wanting to give him time and… and wanting to torment him more, torment both of us more. I dried off, then I dressed. I didn’t know why, but it felt right for me to be dressed while he was naked, vulnerable, ready for me.
Jeans and a t-shirt would be enough — nothing special. I didn’t even bother with underwear, but being dressed was enough to help pull me back into the moment even as the cloth rubbed against me.
I headed back, not even knowing how long I’d taken, but knowing it had been entirely too long, since I’d wanted nothing more than to lose myself in him since I’d walked in the door.
Adrian was on all fours, his head resting against the carpet and his ass up in the air. His collar, tail, and toys were in a row beside him, and I pictured him laying them out carefully after he stripped off his clothes. Little shivers raced through his body, but the hard cock hanging between his legs made it clear that even though he was nervous, he wanted this as well.
Beautiful, sexy… It was what I wanted to come home to every night.
Maybe he was the one who needed to be the house husband.
“Very good, Pup.” Walking slowly over to him, both unwilling to rush and loving the way he waited, needy and excited, I made my way across the room. “You did a very good job. I might have to give you a reward for being such a good boy for your master.”
A low moan escaped Adrian. He took a shaky breath but arched his ass up and made it clear he was offering himself to his master — to me. “Thank you, Master. I want to be a good pup for you.”
“You are,” I told him, “and I’ll reward you. But first…” I ran a finger lightly down his spine. My palm cupped one of his ass cheeks before I brought my hand down just enough to sting. “I think I owe you a spanking.”
Adrian’s entire body vibrated with the shiver that raced through him, and he made a low sound that was part need and part worry. Rubbing slow circles over the skin I’d spanked, I let my fingers tease at his clenched hole then down to tease his balls.
When he was calm, I brought my hand down again. That time, he was either ready for the sensation, or it had already turned to pleasure because he made a little begging sound and arched up higher for me.
“Hmm,” I said, running my hand along his skin. “I think we’re missing a few things. Don’t you, Pup?” I asked, unable to keep the eagerness from my voice. “Oh, right… My beautiful, obedient puppy made sure he was ready for me. Master wants to see the collar around your throat showing you’re mine, to make your tail wag when I spank you… What do you think about that, hmm?”
“My tail… and the… and you…” Adrian’s thoughts seemed scattered, but his erection made it clear the idea didn’t bother him. Finally, he gave up trying to talk, just nodding his head and giving his ass a little wiggle.
I couldn’t resist the little chuckle that escaped, but he was already sinking into his role. I loved the way nothing else worried him when he was his master’s pup. “That’s right. I’m going to watch that little tail wag as my hand comes down on your ass, Pup.”
Adrian groaned but didn’t try and speak. He just made low needy sounds and waited, leaving every ounce of power and control in my hands.
My cock strained against my jeans, but I ignored it. I settled down onto the floor with him, wishing we had the money to get something so I could properly spank him and—
Fuck, I had to get my thoughts under control before I came on the spot.
I grabbed the collar, made sure I was within reaching range of everything else, and told him, “Across my lap, Pup.”
He obeyed before I could even take in another breath, and it made my smile widen to see how eager he was.
“We’re going to get you some tags,” I told him as I gently fastened the collar around his neck. “Your name, my information… So we can hear your tags jingling every time you move, so everyone would know you belong to me.” The thought alone was so hot that I had to grind up against him.
His breathing came quicker, and he let out a helpless noise that I recognized as agreement, or encouragement, or… it didn’t matter beyond the fact that it meant he wanted me to keep going.
I made sure the collar wasn’t too loose or tight then grabbed the lube. “I can’t wait to see your pretty tail in your ass,” I told him, breathless. I poured a little in my hand, warming it up, then teasingly circled his hole with my finger. “Or maybe I should take it slow…”
He let out a low whimper but didn’t push for me to go faster. He waited, hard and needy, draped across my legs. Slow might be the right way to go, but we were both too excited and too turned on to draw things out too much.
Tapping one finger on his clenched opening, I watched as his body arched up and chased me, clearly begging for more. Slowly drawing circles around his hole, I waited until he was whining and shaking before I eased one finger in. It probably felt odd to him, but his plug was even bigger. As long as I paced myself, I wasn’t worried about hurting him.
Fucking him almost too slowly with my finger, I murmured to him, describing how he would look, telling him in gleeful detail how hard it made my cock to think about plugging his ass and hearing my hand against his ass before I made him moan in pleasure.
When I finally caressed his prostate, Adrian’s head fell back, and he gasped.
“That’s right,” I murmured to him. “You love the way your plug rubs against you, and you’re going to love the way my cock feels even more. Maybe tonight, maybe not… but one day, you’re going to feel me slide deep inside you. It’s going to take your breath away. All you’ll want to do is come.”
Easing off his prostate when he started to hump back against my finger, I pulled almost all the way out and carefully added a second finger. The plug wasn’t that big, but we both knew we weren’t stopping there. I wanted him ready for whatever we decided to do. When I made love to him, I wanted him to remember nothing but the pleasure.
He writhed, and his breath caught in his throat as both fingers eased inside him, but soon he was caught up again in the pleasure and begging for more with every needy sound.
I didn’t care how long it would take. I wanted it to last and last, to keep going just like this forever. But I wanted more, too. I wanted to see his ass turn pink under my hand. I wanted to watch him chase after the ball, to tug on the leash and see him come to me. I wanted to watch him roll around and bark and pant and whine and…
Fuck, I wanted so much.
By the time I felt like it was enough, he was making those whimpering noises I’d wanted to hear. “Beg me,” I whispered hoarsely, not even able to properly form the words. “The right way, Pup. Beg me.”
Adrian seemed beyond words, but he let out a little bark and his ass wiggled back and forth. He arched up and dragged his hard cock against my leg, letting out a pleading bark that was filled with desperation.
Finally giving in to my own need as well as his, I slid my fingers out and reached for the plug. I lubed it up and let it rest against his needy hole, then pushed the tip in just enough for him to feel it before pulling it out again.
Adrian barked again, whimpering and pleading.
“That’s my good pup,” I praised him.
Fucking him so slowly was maddening. I watched the plug go in and out of his body while he made the most incredible sounds. Taking things slow had seemed like an impossible task just minutes before, but seeing how high I could push him and how shameless the pleasure could make him, I wanted to make it last forever.
When I couldn’t drag it out any longer and the plug was fully seated while he moaned and shook, I gave his ass a pat. “Time for the rest of your spanking, Pup.”
Adrian was lost in it, leaving my pup there for the taking. It let something inside of me go, too. I wanted it, wanted him, and resisting the urge to bring him to the bed and fuck him senseless was as hard as my fucking cock. But when my hand came down on his ass again, the noises he made, the way he shook and quaked, it all kept me suspended in that moment.
I was careful, so careful, not to hurt him, but I knew it stung. I wanted it to, wanted him to think about this for as long as it lasted. And the sight of it — oh, fuck, the sight of his tail wagging every time I spanked him had my pants soaked in precum. I was breathing heavily by the time I stopped, and I wasn’t sure if I could ignore his hard cock much longer.
“Good boy,” I praised hoarsely. “Good boy. What does my good boy want?”
I’d give him everything.
Adrian humped his cock against my leg and barked, but then wagged his tail and looked toward his ball. My pup seemed to have no idea what he wanted — or maybe, like me, he wanted to do everything at once.
So we would do what Master wanted, and what I wanted was to see him running across the room, wagging his tail. It would push his desire even higher and flash his pink, spanked ass as he moved.
Reaching over to the line of toys on the floor, I grabbed his ball. Giving his ass one last smack, because it was too hot not to, I tossed the ball across the room. “Go get it, Pup. Bring me the ball.”
Adrian struggled to get his legs to work, but as he crawled off my lap, I reached out to jostle the tail. It must have rubbed against his prostate perfectly because he clenched down on the tail and whimpered.
“Go faster, Pup. I want to see that tail wag.” His tail continued to swing back and forth, and the sounds that spilled out of him made my cock even harder. “That’s right,” I cooed. “That’s my good boy.”
Adrian scrambled across the room, tail wagging and cock swinging, doing his best to please me.
I made sure to moan, to make sure he knew how much I appreciated every second of it, and I peered at him through half-lidded eyes. Time blurred between one “good boy” and the next, one toss of the ball and the next, one deliberate touch of that tail and the next. But it was good, so very good.
“My beautiful pup,” I whispered when he came back to me, finally unable to keep myself from reaching out any longer. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close, kissing him hard, deep, urgent. “I want to suck your cock,” I told him, my voice still a low purr, “while that tail brushes every part of you that feels good. I want to taste you, Pup.”
Pup. Adri. Adrian. They were starting to become one and the same, but not in a bad way. They were just parts of my brother, and they were all parts I wanted to explore.