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Ludwig fastened the smooth leather collar around Feliciano’s neck, pushing his finger in between the skin and the strap to make sure it wasn’t too tight on him. His hands trailed downwards, hooking under the harness straps over his chest, hips, and thighs, pulling on them outwards to double check them; they were more for show rather than actually restricting him.
“Okay, is that comfortable? It’s not choking you, right?”
Feliciano wiggled his torso playfully. “Yep! All good!”
He sat with his thighs outward, leaning forward on the bed with his arms holding himself up in front him, keeping the pressure off of his behind—that now had a faux tail attached to it. Ludwig put a hand on his head, which had bent dog ears clipped to his hair to match. He had both custom made so the color would be perfect, blending almost seamlessly with his curls.
“Do you know what to say if you want to stop?”
“Mhm! Green if I’m a-okay, yellow if I want to go slower, and red if I want hands off!”
Ludwig nodded and breathed out calmly, pushing his fingers into Feliciano’s hair and rubbing his scalp, already helping him get into character. “Good boy…let’s go eat, shall we? You’ll need your energy.”
Feliciano followed him downstairs, holding pinkies with him and never straying too far. The table had already been set prior, and to Feliciano’s confusion, with only one plate. He ignored it and watched Ludwig put a helping of pasta in front of him as he sat down. When he reached into the cabinet to get a plate for himself, he heard an ‘ahem’ behind him.
“Dogs don’t get their own plates.”
He let out a small ‘oh’ and proceeded to try and sit at the other end of the table.
“Dogs don’t sit at the table either.”
Giving him a look of confusion, Ludwig clarified by patting his thigh and tilting his head towards the floor beside him.
“Komm, sitz.”
It was then he understood what was being asked—no, demanded—of him. Feliciano sauntered over to where he sat, lowering himself to his knees by Ludwig’s legs and putting his hands in front of him.
“Braver hund.”
Feliciano recognized the switch in speech, it was the same way Ludwig would talk to Blackie, Berlitz, or Aster. He typically only spoke to them in German. Although, he definitely said it in a different tone than he would an actual dog, gentler—lower.
Ludwig shifted in his seat so he was facing Feliciano more, before twirling his fork into the pasta and holding out his hand below it to make sure no sauce would spill. He brought it down to Feliciano’s mouth.
“Offen.”
And he did as he was told, opening his mouth and letting Ludwig tentatively push the fork past his lips, leaving the fork clean when he pulled it away. They alternated between bites, Ludwig no longer having to issue the command for Feliciano to know what to do, falling into a rhythm.
When the plate was empty, Ludwig stood to wash it at the sink.
“Bleib”
Feliciano stayed, watching him clean and dry the dish and place it on the rack next to the sink. He walked towards the fridge and pulled out a tray, setting it on the counter and pulling a knife from the block. He couldn’t see what he was cutting until he placed a slice of tiramisu onto the plate. If the tail he had on was real, he’d probably be wagging it.
Sitting back down with the tiramisu in hand, he scooped some onto a spoon. Feliciano was already opening his mouth for it. Ludwig could almost laugh.
“Look at you. Excited for your treat?”
He didn’t even answer him, enclosing the spoon behind his lips as soon as he was able; the delicious flavor of coffee and cocoa melting on his tongue. He finished it slower than the pasta, savoring the taste of the sweet pastry.
“There we are…did you enjoy it?”
Feliciano couldn’t help but smile at both the clicheness and the sweetness of the situation.
“Yep!”
“I’m glad.” He stood, holding out his hand for Feliciano. “I suppose if you’re ready for bed, let’s go back upstairs.”
Feliciano sat obediently on the mattress.
Ludwig grabbed the small switch from the bed.
“Let’s see if you can follow commands just as well with this.”
With that, he pushed the switch up. Feliciano immediately felt the plug start vibrating, letting out a yip and falling forward slightly.
“You’re not allowed to come until I say,” Ludwig absentmindedly pulled at one of the straps of his harness. “If you don’t behave, I won’t hesitate to punish you.”
Feliciano leaned so he was laying on his knees, stomach and arms in front of him keeping his back half up. It wasn’t too intense yet, just a light buzz that made a steady warmth trickle up through him. He didn’t know whether to look at Ludwig’s hand to know if and when it would change settings, or to close his eyes and brace for the feeling. Ludwig seemed to have a thing for making Feliciano overwhelmed in these settings, and he didn’t doubt that it would quickly turn to that with the command he gave.
The first jolt in rising intensity hit him like a wave, despite him expecting it. He supposed he could never get used to the feeling—and he wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to. Ludwig enjoyed playing with him, and Feliciano loved to be played with.
He brought it back down to a lower setting, Feliciano sighing out and resting a bit more on the bed. Still not off, but enough to relax. Ludwig dipped his knees onto the bed, situating himself above him. He held Feliciano’s face in his hands, petting the pad of his thumb over his cheek before kissing him. It wasn’t exactly gentle, but it wasn’t rough either. There was a firmness to it that was comforting.
“How do you feel?”
Feliciano giggled. “Warm.”
Ludwig leaned back in, pushing his fingers through Feliciano’s hair, brushing over the faux dog ears. He slipped his tongue into the kiss, which at this point had turned into making out. Feliciano met him with equal, if not more eager fervor—he considered himself a great kisser, after all.
It wasn’t until they pulled away, Feliciano huffing slightly to regain his breath from the haze, that he heard the click of Ludwig turning the intensity up high. Before he could even process what the noise meant he felt it, letting out a string of ‘ah’s and pressing his thighs together.
“N-not fair…”
He tried to keep himself from creating friction with his legs.
“You can’t let yourself get distracted, obedience requires your full attention.”
He turned down the vibrator—just for a second—just so Feliciano would let his guard down, before raising it back up higher than before.
“G-gah—!” He fell face first into the mattress, fingers digging into the comforter.
“You see what happens when you let yourself slip for even a second?” Ludwig held his shoulders to push him up, and he could see he was slightly humping the air. One of his hands wandered to his chest, playing with one of his nipples—while the other strayed lower and lower, until it just barely touched Feliciano’s cock.
“P-please. Pleasepleaseplease Ludwig I can’t—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—“
Feliciano let out a high pitched yelp, shuddering and slumping forward as he spilled all over his thighs and the sheets. It was only then that the deliciously cruel vibrations ceased. He ducked his head almost shamefully at the feeling until Ludwig put his hand under his chin and tilted it upwards.
“Aw, you couldn’t hold back, isn’t that right, hündchen?” He dragged his fingers down his neck and the back of his shoulder soothingly. “Poor thing, it’s so hard controlling yourself isn’t it? You couldn’t help it.”
Looking up at him with slightly wet eyes, Feliciano nodded. Ludwig brushed his other hand through his hair, holding his temple.
“But, I did say I wouldn’t hesitate to punish you if you disobeyed.” Ludwig stepped away and grabbed something from the bedside drawer. “You’d never learn otherwise. Correcting your behavior is a must if you want to be good for me.”
When Feliciano saw what he was holding, he nearly choked; a small metal cage made to fit one of his most intimate areas.
“Now, make this easier for us both and spread your legs.
Feliciano swallowed the thickness in his throat and laid back, spreading his plump thighs so that he was clearly on display. Ludwig leaned in and rubbed the sensitive skin on the inside, pausing before lightly pinching it, turning the tan skin into a hint of peach. He whimpered as Ludwig fastened the cage around him, feeling the cold metal around his cock and squishing it slightly.
“Think of it as…a muzzle.” He left a feather-light touch on one of the rings. “To help you behave. Don’t you want to behave? To be my good boy?”
Not trusting his voice to stay steady, he nodded once more.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“I-I…” He licked his lips. “I want to be your g-good boy…”
He caressed his cheek. “See, Now that’s what makes you good.”
Bringing his hands to Feliciano’s sides, he began running his hands down to his thighs, alternating between gentle strokes and pinching the fatty inner skin. His breathing quickened, but it wasn’t enough for Ludwig.
He leaned his head down between his legs, leaving a kiss near the pelvis; dangerously close yet so far from where Feliciano actually wanted it. His fingers curled around the fake tail, gently taking the plug out while still massaging the area. He began to whimper.
“Is my hündchen sensitive?”
Feliciano could only mumble in response. “Please…”
With one last nip to the pudgy flesh of his inner thigh, he rose to his knees. He finally pulled at the leash attached to the collar, making use of it to get Feliciano upright.
“I suppose I’ve kept you waiting for what you really want long enough.” Ludwig was getting a bit impatient despite himself. “But since you still need to learn your lesson…how about you do something for me instead?”
His hands went to his belt, making quick work of his clothing and leaving him bare. It was only fair, he thought, since Feliciano had been nearly naked the entire ordeal.
“If you’re so desperate…work for it.” He tugged Feliciano onto his lap. “Ride me.”
He gasped, feeling Ludwig’s erection slip and rub against his ass. Placing his hands on his shoulders for support, he did as he was told and sunk onto Ludwig’s cock with a hum.
“How cute…so obedient…” Ludwig threaded his fingers through the hair on Feliciano’s nape.
It wasn’t long before Feliciano began moving up and down, chasing his own pleasure. Yet, he still couldn’t get fully hard; the warmth in his gut kept coiling tighter and tighter. It was a beautiful kind of torture.
He nearly yelled when Ludwig responded by driving up into him, grabbing his hips and pushing him up and down with more force.
He pressed his palms into Ludwig’s chest, eyes tearing up from the uncomfortability of the rings. “Ludwig…please—it hurts…” Precum started leaking from his forcefully flaccid cock.
Humming and pretending to give his begging thought for a moment too long, Ludwig reached for the lock on the cage. “I—ah—I guess you’ve made it up to me, you’ll behave from now on, won’t you?”
“Si! Yes! I’ll be so—so so good for you—please—“
He could’ve nearly come right then and there from the relief of feeling the metal loosen around him, barely managing to reel himself back in.
He was riding him with reckless abandon now, desperate to bring himself and Ludwig off so that maybe—maybe—he would say the words that would finally let him release.
Ludwig gripped the lead, wrapping it around his hand once before pulling it down.
“You like that, huh? You like being treated like my bitch in heat?” Each insistent thrust up made his voice chopped.
“Y-yes—yes—“ Feliciano bounced up and down, the curl on his head moving in tandem. “I love it. I want—I want you to…” He seemed to grow hazy, his pupils unfocusing.
He yanked the leash again, shorter this time, just to get his attention back. “You want me to do what?”
“I want…” He shivered and couldn’t look him fully in the eyes, red faced. “I want you to give me pups…”
Ludwig halted for a fraction of a moment, before gripping his hips and pushing up into him harder.
“Is that it?” He panted. “You want to be bred? You want me to knock you up? Make it so you’re mine and mine alone—so no one else will ever touch you again?
Feliciano nodded his head so fast he nearly hurt himself. “Si!” He clamped down on Ludwig hard. “Only you! I only want you to touch me!”
Ludwig growled possessively and pulled him down so he could reach his neck and ear, grazing his teeth over the skin not obscured by the collar.
“I’ll have you dripping with me. You could have as many pups as you want, I’ll make sure of it.” Feliciano shuddered as he felt Ludwig’s warm breath under his jaw and his palm come down on his ass.
Without warning, Ludwig hooked his arms on his waist and flipped him over. He made a slight ‘oof’ noise at being manhandled into the mattress, which was quickly remedied by a moan as he picked up his brutal pace again.
“Don’t pull out—please don’t pull out—I want—“ He sobbed and wrapped his thighs on either side of Ludwig’s torso. “I want you inside…!”
Ludwig soothed him with a whisper. He held Feliciano, petting his hair and curling his arm behind his back to keep him close.
“You’ve been so good for me, my hündchen…” He spoke low into his neck. “Go on. Let yourself go.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Feliciano let out the most passionate yell of Ludwig’s name he had ever done, orgasm sending electric waves down his whole body and whiting out his vision. He could feel Ludwig still thrusting into his wanting body; riding out his release and filling him up.
When he came back down to earth, he was holding onto Ludwig—panting and still inside him.
“B-Braver hund…”