Puppy Troubles (18+)

Puppy Troubles

It’s late in the day by now, and Darcelle is meeting with his last client in an obscure alleyway of Nasha Town, the main port city of Nod Krai. It’s been a long day. He’s taken his new werewolf companion, Lucas, out with him, and he’s been getting himself into trouble regularly. Digging in trash, running off chasing after stay cats, going to pee in places he’s not supposed to, usually all at the most inconvenient of times. Darcelle started questioning his choice to bring him outside a long time ago, but he’s here now, and he has to teach him right from wrong somehow. He’ll never learn how to blend in with humans otherwise.

Darcelle is leaning against a wall having a chat with his client, it seemingly going quite well, while Lucas sits nearby on top of a wooden crate, watching. Impatient. He scratches at an ear before hopping down and trotting over, side-eyeing this human “client” from behind for a moment, before sitting on the ground by his master’s feet. Darcelle ignores him. Lucas leans over and grabs hold of the strap on his thigh with his teeth and tugs on it, making him stumble and push him off with a hand to the top of his head.

“Master-”

“Not now, Lucas.”

They continue to talk, although the human gives him a look somewhere between distaste and annoyance. Lucas already didn't like his scent, something of smoke and still sea water, but the glance he gave him solidified it. He huffs and nips at Darcelle’s hand, earning a glowing flash of his magenta eyes. Lucas knows that look; His master is pissed off now, simply hiding it. He behaves himself, for now.

…

“Lucas, come here. Now.”

Darcelle calls Lucas from the living room shortly after they get home for the day. There’s a stern tone in his voice, a bit deeper than it usually is. Lucas obeys and comes over to him from the kitchen. In the middle of the room, his master stands holding a box. The wolf is immediately curious, but cautious of the man’s attitude. Still, he sits and looks up at him from the rug. Darcelle puts the box down on a table and pulls out two unfamiliar items: A strap with a ball on it, and two circles with a chain.

“Sit still.”

Lucas does as he’s told. Darcelle kneels down behind him and grabs his hands, putting the rings on each wrist so that they’re tight. Lucas wiggles a bit, confused, not paying attention to Darcelle until his chin is grabbed and the ball is shoved into his mouth. It’s dense, but still squishes under his teeth, and tastes weird. He shakes his head and tries to spit it out, but the straps Darcelle puts on his head hold it in place. 

“There. Now, be a good boy for the rest of the day, and maybe I'll take them off, hm?”

Lucas whines as he looks up at Darcelle. Is this his punishment? Is this why his master was so quiet on the way home? He was mad enough to put him in some kind of strange restraints? Oh no. He can’t move much. His arms feel stiff, stuck behind his back like this. He struggles, squirming around trying to free his hands, but to no avail.

“Mhm. This is what you get for being bad. Especially for biting at me. Now, sit here and behave while I make dinner.”

Lucas watches as Darcelle walks off into the kitchen with the eyes of a heartbroken toddler, ears flopped down to the sides. He sits there for a minute, unsure of what to do with himself, then starts trying to somehow get his arms around his legs or head. He fails, so his attention switches to the ball in his mouth. He gnaws at it, tries to pop it out of his mouth by dragging it on the side of a table, but nothing. He growls. He’s stuck. 

Soon, the smell of dinner cooking wafts in from the kitchen, and it only makes Lucas that much more irritated. His tail wags around in frustration as he lays on the floor on his back, staring at the ceiling, thinking as much as he can about how to escape. He feels helpless. He feels angry. He feels… Wait a minute. What is that feeling? Lucas realizes suddenly that between his legs is a tingly, tight sensation. He looks down, and within the crotch of his pants, a mound has formed. A mound that is incredibly sensitive every time he squirms around. He huffs.

A few minutes later, Lucas is trying his best to get off of the floor without the use of his hands. He manages it, slowly, then walks over to the sofa and wedges a pillow between his knees before grinding on it. His ears fold back as he whimpers, the friction just not quite enough to help. He looks toward the doorway to the kitchen. “Sit here and behave” echoes in his mind as he considers going to his master for help. He ultimately decides that moving too far from the rug would probably only bring forth more of his wrath, and he wants no more of whatever this is, despite what his body seems to be saying about it. Lucas flops over onto the sofa and tries his best to ignore the problem while the delicious smells from the kitchen continue to torment his nose and stomach.

…

“Have you behaved yourself?”

Lucas looks up to see Darcelle leaning above him from the end of the sofa, looking down at him with his arms crossed. His tail wags between his feet, happy to finally see him come back and hoping he’ll be released. Darcelle looks around and nods.

“Well, everything looks in place, anyway.”

He looks back down at Lucas, then walks around the end of the sofa, kneeling down beside him. He notices the bulge in his pants and laughs, shaking his head.

“Is this punishment for you, or have you been having fun?”

Lucas whines. Fun? No! This is… This is frustration! He wiggles around a bit, his discomfort showing until the ever tight fabric around his crotch rubbing against him makes him stop, face flushed red, ears pinned back.

“Oh I see~ Maybe you deserve a treat for being tied up, hm? What do you think?”

Lucas looks at him like he thinks he’s being pranked, but the thought of perhaps getting a biscuit out of this isn’t really all that bad. Darcelle stands up and gently tugs on his collar.

“Come on then. Sit up.”

Lucas does as he asks and sits on the side of the sofa. He watches Darcelle as he positions himself in front of him and reaches behind Lucas’s head, undoing the strap that’s held the ball in his mouth in place. He tosses it back into its box. Lucas licks the inside of his mouth and shakes his head, ears flopping around, then looks up at Darcelle.

“Don’t like the ball..!”

“Oh? Shame. I thought it looked good on you.”

“Hmph.”

Lucas starts to say something else, but is stopped mid-word by the sound of Darcelle unzipping his pants. He looks down and watches as he takes out his half hard dick, then places a finger under Lucas’ chin and tilts his head upward. His sharp canines poke out of the corners of his smirk.

“Here’s your treat. Open up~”

Lucas’ tail wags aggressively and flops around on the back of the sofa. He opens his mouth wide for his master, tongue lolling out, a bit of drool slipping off of the tip of it. Darcelle gently slides himself into his mouth and pets between his ears. 

“Good boy. You know what to do, don’t you?”

Lucas nods and hums. He expected a biscuit, but this is one hell of a reward. He starts to lap at Darcelle’s tip with his tongue, enjoying his warmth and the texture of his skin. He sucks on it a bit, making sloppy wet noises. Darcelle grips his hair and pushes deeper into him. He can feel him getting harder in his mouth. 

“That’s it, good puppy~”

While Lucas begins to pull his mouth off and on, sucking with his tongue wrapped around him, he feels one of Darcelle’s legs brush against him. He uses it to his advantage and presses his bulge against his thigh, rolling his hips into it the best he can, pushing himself up off of the sofa with his hands still behind his back. He lets out desperate whines around Darcelle’s length. Darcelle simply watches him, heavily amused.

Darcelle holds Lucas’ head with both hands and presses into him up to the hilt. Lucas takes to it quickly and swallows around him hard, eliciting a moan of his name from his master. He starts slowly thrusting into his throat, breathing heavily and getting impatient. 

“Ahh, fuck, hold still-“

He pushes his hips forward and speeds up his thrusts as he holds his head close, getting rough with it. Lucas is just happy to get to taste him, so he allows him to use him, stealing breaths whenever he can. Suddenly, Darcelle pulls almost all the way out and fills his mouth with hot cum, moaning out and slumping over his head, holding himself up with his hands on Lucas’s shoulders. Lucas feels him shudder as he swallows around him. He looks up at his master as he pulls out of his mouth. His tail wags uncontrollably as he opens his mouth for Darcelle to see, cum dripping from his tongue onto the floor between their feet.

“Oh hell…”

Lucas watches Darcelle kneel in front of him and cup his cheeks, whispering “good boy” before licking his lips clean and slipping his tongue into his mouth. Lucas doesn’t quite understand this whole kissing thing yet, but he tries his best to reciprocate, enjoying the taste of his tongue and the way he laps up the inside of his mouth like a meal.

Eventually, Darcelle leans back and looks at him while scratching behind one of Lucas’ ears.

“Master, did I do good?”

“Yes. Such a good puppy~ So good, in fact, I’m thinking about giving you a reward. We’ve still got to deal with this, after all. Think you deserve it?”

Darcelle reaches between Lucas’ legs and rubs the bulge in his pants. Lucas’ ears flop to the sides as he whines and pushes his hips into it, his dick hot and throbbing through the fabric.

“P-please, please master…”

“Please, what?”

“Mate… I need to mate…! Please!”

“Hm~”

“Master! Mmmh…!”

Darcelle chuckles a bit as he pulls his hand away and sees a little wet spot in the fabric of his pants, flicking gently at it and making Lucas jump. He then stands up and kicks off his boots, then starts slowly taking his clothes off layer by layer in front of him. The more of Darcelle’s body he can see, the more desperate and heated Lucas begins to feel. His head starts to get dizzy as he watches the last bits of clothing drop to the floor. He wants to touch, but his arms are still bound. He growls and squirms, but can’t get the rings on his wrists to move at all. 

“Look at you, struggling. If I take the cuffs off, will you be good?”

“Yes! Yes! Please!”

Lucas watches as he reaches behind him, the “cuffs” loosening and falling off with a clicking sound. He immediately goes to grab Darcelle, but stops himself, knowing not to touch him unless he has permission. He whimpers as he watches Darcelle grab a bottle out of his box and open it up with his teeth.

“Hold still, pup.”

“Okay…”

Darcelle gives him a quick kiss on the jaw, then pulls off Lucas’s belt, pushing his pants down enough to take his dick out. He pours some of the thick white liquid into his palm, then slathers Lucas with it. He cleans off his hand, then walks over to the sofa and crawls on to it facing the back side, sitting up on his knees, legs spread, with his arms resting on the back. His butt is up in the air, and something shiny and golden sticks out just a little between his cheeks.

“Alright, you can touch. Come get your reward, Lucas~”

Lucas feels a wave of relief wash over his body. He moves over and looks curiously at the little round golden thing, hooking his fingers around it and tugging a bit, but it doesn’t move. It does, however, get a reaction out of Darcelle — a shiver. Lucas tugs on it harder and sees the rim of his hole begin to bulge and stretch. Slowly, a large bulbous shape pulls out of him, then suddenly comes fully out with an audible “pop”, along with a gush of fluid. Darcelle slumps over and huffs, smirking back at him over his shoulder. It’s at this point that Lucas realizes that his master has been hiding one of his toys inside himself probably all day long while they’ve been out talking to his clients. The thought of it makes his ears feel hot. 

Lucas pulls the toy the rest of the way out and tosses it onto the sofa, then he grabs Darcelle’s hips and pushes himself into him, perhaps a bit quicker than he should. Darcelle moans as he slides in. He watches him grip onto the sofa cushions, then suddenly pushes his hips back, making the entirety of Lucas’ length go inside him at once, already swollen knot included. Lucas jumps, startled, and groans at the feeling. 

“M-master, what-“

“Move.”

“But-“

“Move!”

Lucas does as he demands of him and pulls the knot out by force, then begins thrusting into him, not taking long to pick up speed. His movements are quick and sloppy, but all the same, seem to hit all of the right places. Lucas whimpers — he’s too pent up and sensitive, and his master feels far too good inside, full of ripples and ridges, heat and wet, all gripping on to him like his life depends on it. Lucas’ mind empties for a moment before he sees a flash of light and suddenly Darcelle’s demon wings have come out and his tail coils around Lucas’ waist.

“Harder Lucas! Make me your mate!”

“Ahh, aaah, Master-“

Lucas becomes an incomprehensible mess of slurred words, pleas, moans, and whimpers. He slams into him, knot and all, repeatedly. He starts to feel a heated pressure build in his lower stomach, and everything just becomes too much to handle. He growls and slams into him one last time, then practically explodes inside of him, cum gushing out around the base of his knot. At some point, his mind comes back to him and Darcelle is limp underneath him, breathing hard. He’s made a disastrous mess of the sofa’s back cushions, and dug his claws so deep into them that there are ripped open holes now.

Lucas wraps his arms around Darcelle’s waist and picks him up, then situates them both onto the sofa, lying skin to skin together, Darcelle’s back against Lucas. Lucas nuzzles into his neck, tail wagging like it has a mind of its own. Darcelle twists around halfway and pets his head. 

“Such a good puppy~”

“Mm~”

Lucas collapses into him and huffs. He’s tired out, but pleased with himself. Also free from the restraints, so he can touch and hold his master again. Perhaps he won’t end up sleeping in the doggie bed tonight after all.