Good Dog
Rated ADULT: D/s, puppyplay
Blair wiggled as he woke up. His butt was cold, but when he got turned around to put it toward the fire, his shoulder got cold. With a huff, Blair got up and crawled around Mr. Espinoza's wheelchair to the other side where he could soak up more of the heat.
"What's the matter boy?" Mr. Espinoza leaned down and patted Blair's side. Oh yeah. Pushing himself up onto his knees, Blair leaned into the wheelchair and let his head rest against Mr. Espinoza's knee. He was a nice man, but then Blair didn't roll over and play puppy for anyone who wasn't nice. While he loved giving up control, he was not into pain or humiliation. He respected people who were, but for him, he just wanted to let go of the control and relax into the moment knowing that he didn't have to worry about bills or papers or anything else because he didn't have a choice. And Mr. Espinoza loved to spoil him. It was the perfect combination.
Blair moved one paw up to Mr. Espinoza's lap. The leather mitt was roughly paw shaped and clumsy, so Blair ended up hitting the armrest of the chair before he finally settled down with his one paw and chin on Mr. Espinoza's legs.
"Such a good boy you are." Fingers threaded through Blair's curls, stroking him, and Blair arched his back and hummed at the touch. God he loved touch. His cock was also starting to take notice, but that would just have to wait. Blair was not into mixing sex and business. So this weekend, he was going to get all the touching and resting and playing done, and when he got home on Monday, he was going to masturbate until his palms got hairy.
"Here you go, boy. Such a good boy." Mr. Espinoza held out a small chocolate cookie, and Blair carefully took his from his long fingers, munching on it as he slid off Mr. Espinoza's lap. He'd been asleep for a while. Long enough that he was starting to get restless. He stretched, straining against the chains that connected his ankles to his thighs. Putting his front feet out in front of him, he leaned back, sticking his butt up in the air in a classic dog stretch. Clenching his butt muscles, he made the plug inside him shift, and the tail attached wiggled slightly in an imitation of a wag, and then he crawled around in another circle of Mr. Espinoza's wheelchair.
Mr. Espinoza was pretending to still read, the thick book propped on one arm of the wheelchair. The blanket on his lap had slipped to one side so that one thin leg was visible, a pale foot and ankle resting on the metal footrest. Stopping, Blair leaned down and licked the bare skin.
"You and that tongue," Mr. Espinoza complained, but the tone was too happy for Blair to be in any real trouble. Mr. Espinoza flipped the blanket, and it caught Blair on the nose. He shook his head and backed up a step. Mr. Espinoza went back to looking toward his book without actually looking at it. Blair looked around for some trouble he could get into. He was bored. Trouble was a sure way of getting a little attention. If he was lucky, he'd get leashed to the chair and then one little whine and he'd get invited into a lap. He just had to calculate this right or he'd end up exiled to another room, and with the chains and the mitts, opening doors was not going to happen.
He smiled as he spotted the slippers sitting between the wheelchair and the couch. Blair inched closer, and went into another doggie stretch, wagging his tail. Mr. Espinoza ignored him. When he got back up onto all fours, Blair walked around toward the fireplace, trying to look casual. Mr. Espinoza couldn't see him without moving his book, and Blair eyed the distance to the slippers. If he wasn't fast enough, Mr. Espinoza was going to catch him, and that was fine, but Blair liked winning, and right now, the prize he wanted was that slipper.
The kneepads made him a little slow, so Blair inched as close as he dare before he darted in and caught one of the slippers in his teeth.
"Blair!" Mr. Espinoza cried just as Blair backed up as fast as he could, slipper in his teeth. Oh yeah. He'd won. Turning around, he crawled toward the dining room, stopping just under the arch and laying down with his prize between his legs. "Blair, come," Mr. Espinoza said. Blair cocked his head and started chewing on the edge of the slipper. It was one of the footie styles, so the top of it was actually pretty clean, and the expression on Mr. Espinoza's face was definitely worth it.
"Blair, come." Mr. Espinoza unlocked his wheelchair and spun it around to face Blair. Blair stood up with the slipper between his teeth again and did another doggie stretch. "Come here, boy," Mr. Espinoza tried again.
He was a nice man, his dark hair now salt and pepper and when Blair had first show up on his doorstep, his wrinkled face had been pink with embarrassment, but now his dark eyes twinkled with amusement and unless Blair missed his guess, that was lust just starting to show up for the party. Blair wagged his tail and moved forward a step.
"That's it, bring it here boy." Mr. Espinoza patted his lap. Blair considered. If he took the slipper back, he could avoid getting in trouble, but he didn't want to avoid that. He wanted the leash. He wanted to be held close and petted.
Blair laid down again and started chewing on the slipper. "Blair." Mr. Espinoza rolled forward, his chair whispering over the hardwood floor, and Blair got up and crawled toward the dining room table. He'd be safe under there—safe until he got in enough trouble, anyway.
"Blair, come." Blair wagged his tail and squirmed between two of the chairs.
"Oh for god's sake." Blair watched as Mr. Espinoza's wheelchair turned around, and then something squeaked. Blair paused in his chewing. The squeaking returned. "Here, boy. Look what I have." Blair stuck his head out from under the table, and Mr. Espinoza was holding a multicolored plastic bone with oversized knobs on either end. He squeezed it and it squeaked. Blair came out one step. He could really annoy Mr. Espinoza with that. He might be annoying enough to get gagged and then leashed to the chair.
"Here boy." Mr. Espinoza shook the bone and made it squeak and Blair wiggled out from between the chairs, the slipper still in his mouth but largely forgotten as he watched the bone. If he just came up to Mr. Espinoza, there was no way to guarantee that he'd get the bone, and he wanted it.
"That's a good boy. Look what I have." Mr. Espinoza shook the bone and then tossed it. Multiple sclerosis had weakened his arm, and the bone didn't even reach the wall. It fell to the floor near the sofa's side table. Dropping the slipper, Blair happily crawled after it. Mr. Espinoza's wheelchair passed Blair, and out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Mr. Espinoza used a grab-stick to retrieve his slipper. But Blair had his new prize. He laid down and happily bit into the toy.
It tasted of plastic, but that was okay. That just meant it was new and Mr. Espinoza had bought the toy just for him. Mr. Espinoza had been shopping and had thought about what might amuse him. Blair happily bit into the bone making it squeak merrily. While Mr. Espinoza lifted his leg and worked the slipper onto his bare foot, Blair chewed, enjoying the odd music that the toy made.
"I'm going to regret buying you that, aren't I?" he asked with a sort of amused resignation that just made Blair chew on the thing faster. The sound was fun. Actually, the texture was too. Blair tried chewing on the end, but it didn't squeak, and he went back to gnawing at the middle. "You are just full of energy tonight, aren't you boy. You're my pretty boy, aren't you? Come here, boy."
Blair stood up on all fours, wagging his tail at the praise. Mr. Espinoza rolled slowly closer, and Blair spotted the leash in his hand. "Good boy. Come here, boy. I swear, tomorrow I'm getting out the puppy treats, and we are having a little refresher on the basic commands." Mr. Espinoza's warning was delivered in the same overly cheerful tone of voice that he'd used to say the rest, and Blair cocked his head to the side and squeaked his toy again. Too much trouble, not enough, or just the perfect amount—the problem was that Blair didn't know where he was on the scale.
He wanted attention. He needed it even more than he needed the money he was getting for being Mr. Espinoza's weekend companion. But if he went too far, he'd end up exiled to a front room, and Blair couldn't deal with that. He'd had the week from hell, and he was so damn tired of trying to negotiate social rules that he observed and emulated without ever really understanding. Sometimes he missed Naomi's communes where denying a person a hug or a simple touch was considered cruel and unusual. Yeah, Blair missed sex, but his hand could fill in when push came to shove. However, Blair was dying for lack of touch here, and he had to judge this right.
Squeaking his toy again, Blair inched backwards, his eyes on Mr. Espinoza as the other man slowly rolled forward. Blair's foot hit the side table, and he dropped the bone, yelping as the corner caught him. Then everything happened. Mr. Espinoza's eyes went wide, and the table tilted and Blair twisted, trying to catch it or move or do something. Shoving at the table, he kept it from going over, but the bowl of unshelled nuts that had been sitting on the table slid off, the wooden bowl clattering onto the hardwood floor in the middle of a rain of nuts. Walnuts clattered across the hardwood, rolling under furniture. Brazil nuts plopped to the ground, hazelnuts spun on their sides and pecans traveled in lazy ovals.
Whining, Blair scooted away from the mess. Oh shit. He hadn't meant it. He didn't mean to make a mess.
A hand caught at his collar, and Blair dropped to his belly. He opened his mouth to apologize, to beg forgiveness, but he could only whine. Mr. Espinoza had already clipped the leash to his collar, but Blair scooted back away from the chair as far as he could. Shit.
"Good boy. It's okay boy. That's my good boy." The words drifted in like lifelines. "Come on boy, that's a good boy. Accidents happen." The leash pulled, and Blair slowly got up from his stomach, crawling forward unhappily. He'd made a huge mess, and the maid wouldn't be here until Monday, and Mr. Espinoza couldn't pick it all up. Inching closer, Blair pressed the side of his face to Mr. Espinoza's knee, silently begging to not be put in the other room.
A hand found his head and stroked his hair back away from his face. "Such a good boy you are. Good boy. Accidents happen, Blair."
Blair gave a little whine. He was sorry. Mr. Espinoza smiled down at him and took his grab stick out from the tube where he carried it on the side of his chair. Using that, he grabbed the bone that had started the mess. Blair flinched.
"Good boy. You're such a good boy," Mr. Espinoza crooned. He tucked the bone into the side between his leg and the chair and rolled the chair over toward the couch. Mr. Espinoza kept the end of the leash anchored to the arm of the wheelchair, so Blair had to crawl along after him, his face hot with embarrassment.
Locking the wheels, Mr. Espinoza transferred himself over to the couch before unclipping the leash at the wheelchair and pulling on it. "My playful little boy got all rambunctious. Puppies do that. It's okay. Come here boy." Mr. Espinoza patted his lap, and Blair looked up in confusion. He'd been sure Mr. Espinoza was going to lock him in the front room. Instead Mr. Espinoza patted his lap again, and Blair wiggled happily and climbed awkwardly up on the couch, his chained legs making it a hard task.
By the time Blair had worked himself around, Mr. Espinoza had the television on and a blanket draped over his lap. That didn't hide the erection, but that was okay. Blair knew that Mr. Espinoza enjoyed the control, and he knew the man wouldn't do anything until he was in his bedroom alone. Blair moved closer and put his head in Mr. Espinoza's lap.
Mr. Espinoza petted his face and smiled. "Such a good boy. You're my good boy, aren't you?"
Blair wiggled and squirmed around until he was half on his side and half on his back, showing Mr. Espinoza his tummy. Mr. Espinoza smiled, his wrinkles deepening as he reached down to tentatively rub Blair's stomach. Blair sighed and closed his eyes, wiggling to encourage Mr. Espinoza.
"Oh Blair, you make me so very happy," Mr. Espinoza whispered as he petted Blair's side and stomach, his fingers gentle on Blair's skin. When Blair was out of his puppy gear, he was going to have to remember to tell Mr. Espinoza that he made Blair happy too, as happy as a puppy could get when he didn't have a real owner.
Squirming around, Blair reached out and licked Mr. Espinoza's arm before he settled in to watch the movie and just let Mr. Espinoza pet him.
"Okay, that's a little gross." Mr. Espinoza sighed. "That's the thing about dogs, you take the good with the bad, but the good is so very worth it."
Blair smiled and settled in for a good tummy rub.