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Mingyu was having a particularly difficult day at work.
The office tasks themselves weren't hard — it was a desk job, he just had a bunch of paperwork to do most of the time — but the discomforting feeling between his legs, constantly having to shift to just get a sense of relief, was what was driving him slightly mad the entire morning.
He shuffled through his papers, again and again, attempting to distract himself. It would only do so much, watching the same words make their rounds over and over through the stacked pile he had created.
Joshua — his boss and husband — usually didn't assign him too much as his secretary, but with an important event coming up for their company, it was bound to happen regardless.
Mingyu whined, running his hands over his face. Joshua had the key to unlock him, but he knew better than to ask him for it. He wouldn't unless it was an emergency. Was this an emergency? A horny emergency, perhaps.
He watched the clock hanging above the personal office door. Each minute that passed felt slower than the last. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. He didn't think he could wait until they got home. Besides, they hadn't had sex in a few weeks or so, Joshua too tired to even begin a scene. He'd be forgiven if he just… took care of himself, wouldn't he?
The idea didn't sound too bad to Mingyu. Even the most obedient puppies would slip up sometimes.
What Joshua didn't know wouldn't kill him.
Mingyu had a pillow in his office that he'd use whenever he needed to take a nap during his break. He got tired during his shift pretty quickly, especially after certain restless nights he would share with Joshua. Sometimes, Joshua would find him there, out like a light on his busy work desk with the pillow supporting his delicate head. He'd move Mingyu's hair out of his face to admire how he looked. Mingyu pretended to stay asleep, even as he enjoyed every one of Joshua's lingering touches.
Joshua was sweet, always accommodating every one of Mingyu's needs. Even as a boss, he was admired by those under him. However, there was a major difference between regular Joshua and the Joshua that Mingyu saw during their scenes, which made it all the more daring for Mingyu to be doing what he was doing in his own office.
He took the pillow out of one of his drawers and put it on his desk. He then closed the blinds of the office — he didn't want any voyeurs, though the thought of that slightly worsened his problem — and returned back to his desk, stripping himself of his pants and briefs with haste. His dick hurt so bad. There was no time to stop and smell the roses, to think about what Joshua would make for dinner or maybe what movie they'd watch that night. That was for later Mingyu to contemplate.
Holding the pillow down, he rutted into it, immediately groaning out of relief. He tried to keep quiet, but it was difficult when he hadn't been touched there in so long. His cock was in a little cage almost all the time, deeming it useless as it swung under his navel. Joshua said it was to make sure he wouldn't hump everything he saw, though clearly it wasn't working all that well anymore.
"F-Fuck," he whimpered, rubbing mostly plastic on the soft fabric, still chasing a high from the friction. It was in his nature to want to mark his territory, but Joshua had trained him so well that this was now a rare occurrence. It was like he was testing Mingyu's limits.
Mingyu had never been so desperate before, ignoring the sounds of the rest of the floor right outside his room. The clicks of heels, the main printer still struggling to work correctly (they've needed a new one for a while), and the chatter of employees as they rushed to their lunch breaks. Mingyu couldn't even pretend to care, only thinking about his Master and how badly he needed to cum.
Even though he rubbed against the silky pillow, he still knew he wasn't allowed to cum. That was Joshua's number one rule — no cumming unless he approved. Mingyu was too scared to break that rule, even as he was breaking another one.
Tears rolled down Mingyu's face as he pleasured himself, a bittersweet triumph as he got the relief he needed, although he wasn't able to release any of it.
Precum got on the pillow and the cage itself, forming a bit of a mess. Mingyu loved the sticky feeling it gave him, all wet and dirty just from humping a pillow. When he closed his eyes, he moaned louder, forgetting that if people walked by, they could easily hear everything he was doing.
Wait, shit, Mingyu thought, I forgot to lock the door—
"Kim Mingyu."
Mingyu opened his eyes and halted his thrusting within an instant, hiding his angry, red, caged dick with the pillow he was just using.
"Too dumb to even lock the door?" Joshua scoffed, closing the door behind him and walking towards a petrified Mingyu. In moments like this, the height difference between them didn't matter, especially when Mingyu shrunk down to make himself smaller in front of his Master.
Mingyu winced. "I-I'm sorry—"
"You should know better than to hump your pillow meant for sleeping in a place where anyone could find you!" he scolded, grabbing the pillow from Mingyu's loose grip. "I'm taking this away. I can't even trust you when you're locked."
Mingyu's precum dripped from the pillow, and he dropped his head in shame. "I'm just needy, Master," he gulped, "i-it's been so long and I can't—"
Joshua gave a mocking laugh, belitting Mingyu even more. "Oh, sweet puppy. You can, and will, do everything I ask of you. You can hold off from using your pathetic excuse for a dick, I know you have it in your cute little heart. You can do that for me, can't you?"
Mingyu carefully nodded.
"Verbal answer, Mingyu." That was less of a command, and more of a check-in. Joshua knew he could be harsh, and with as tender-hearted as Mingyu could be outside of being a sub, he knew he needed to be careful sometimes. That was one of the things Mingyu loved most about him.
"Yes," he pouted, "yes Master."
"Good," Joshua gave that saccharine smile of his, too sweet to even be the same Master Mingyu was just begging at moments prior. The sarcasm in his smile was somehow worse than his face when it was devoid of any expression, becoming a final blow to whatever was left of Mingyu's ego. "I expect to see you in my office after lunch. Only come when you get my call. Until then, behave, or you won't get your cage off for a year."
"Yes Master."
Joshua smirked and left the room, leaving Mingyu in shambles.
"God damn it," he muttered to himself, putting his briefs and slacks back on. He still had his shirt and tie on, but they were slightly ruffled from the movement.
He knew he was in so much trouble, but he kind of liked it. He enjoyed that thrill, toeing the line between praise and punishment. It was lovely, and Joshua always executed it so harmoniously.
His cock ached in his pants at the thought of what was next, if there even was anything next. For all he knew, Joshua could be calling him down to his office to use him as a footrest. Though, he wouldn't necessarily mind that outcome either.
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Time still moved by slowly, but this time it came with anticipation. Mingyu had something to wait for. He didn't have to make any decisions for himself — Joshua would do that for him.
Being somewhat of a control freak in his day-to-day life made it all the more exciting handing all that control to Joshua. He could just shut his brain off and let Joshua boss him around. Ironic, since he sort of did that anyways. Maybe he really just enjoyed his husband telling him what to do, work or not.
Mingyu tapped his fingers on his desk, letting the noise of his fingernails on the wood fill his mind. It reminded him of the clicker Joshua used on him when he was deep in his headspace. Just the thought of slipping that deep made Mingyu's mind buzz, forgetting that he was very much still at work.
If anything, the time he spent drifting off into space gave him more time to settle into his more submissive, puppy-like state. Mingyu supposed there was a reason his Master made him wait after all.
After what felt like an eternity — though they do say dog years are much different than human years — he finally got a call over his business phone.
"Hey, puppy," Mingyu's stomach flipped at the name, "you can come to my office now. Do not speak unless I give you permission to once you get here."
"Yes, Master."
Joshua chuckled lightly on the other side. "I'll see you shortly."
The phone call ended quickly, and Mingyu immediately rushed out of the room to head to Joshua's more private office. He didn't even bother taking any of his belongings — if he needed them, he could grab them later. Being Joshua's puppy was more important.
It was a short walk, just across the hall. The more people Mingyu had to walk in front of, the more embarrassed he was likely to get, knowing very well he was going to Joshua's office to do something probably against company code of conduct.
He opened the door to the office, and his cock immediately strained more against the plastic, hard just from the sight of his lover.
"You didn't even knock," Joshua coldly stated, eyes fixated on his laptop in front of him.
When Mingyu winced, ready to leave the room, Joshua closed the laptop and beckoned him forward. "Come here. Don't forget to lock the door this time."
Mingyu could do that. He could follow directions. He was good. He'd always be good.
His fingers fumbled at the lock on the door handle, but he managed.
"Now, what's all this about?" Joshua questioned, squeezing Mingyu's waist when he stood vacantly at his desk. "You don't normally act out like this."
When Mingyu didn't answer, following orders not to speak, Joshua got up from his rolling chair and pet him on the head. "Good boy. I'm glad you still have at least a little bit of obedience in there."
Mingyu whined lowly in his throat, sad and needy.
"I thought about what you did, angel," Joshua hummed, a certain maniacal twinkle in his eyes, "and I realized how I've neglected you for a while, haven't I?"
Mingyu nodded. Please do something about it, please please please—
"It was all on purpose," he smiled, "I wanted to see you break."
Tears developed in Mingyu's eyes, desperately wanting for Joshua to just get to the point already. He couldn't do anything else but listen.
"But, now that I've broken you in, I think you deserve to be put back together, hm?"
Joshua turned away from Mingyu, opening a typically locked drawer in his large desk and digging something out of it. It wasn't unlike Joshua to use different toys or objects on Mingyu, but the element of surprise was nothing short of exhilarating for him.
His mind bounced back and forth between the idea of being punished and the thought of receiving the dicking of his lifetime. Joshua's tone and actions were incredibly condescending, a mix between adorance and annoyance. It made Mingyu drool slightly.
What Joshua pulled out from the drawer, though, was something usually reserved for home. They typically never got too far when they were at the office — after all, they were still busy with work things — so it shocked Mingyu that Joshua even kept it there.
A training clicker used for puppies. Joshua had spent hours associating the clicking noises with his own cock, training Mingyu as if he were an uncontrollable dog.
Mingyu's voice broke, dry from disuse. "I-I thought you didn't bring that here—"
Click. The sound echoed in the quiet room, akin to hearing a pin drop.
Immediately, Mingyu dropped to his knees, jaw open at the prospect of dick in his mouth. It was a natural response, no thought between those two dilated, dark eyes of his.
Joshua gritted his teeth as he spoke. "What did I say about no words?"
Mingyu's dark leather collar and leash were still at home, but Joshua had no problem with making do with what they had. He loosened Mingyu's sharp-looking black tie just a smidge so he was able to use it as a makeshift leash, tugging on it just barely to see Mingyu's reaction.
"Since it's been a while, I think you deserve a little treat," said Joshua, hand still gripping Mingyu's tie.
With his free hand, he unzipped his pants and pulled down his briefs just enough to free his cock, half hard and leaking a small amount of precum.
Mingyu kneeled there on the floor, looking dumbly at Joshua's arousal. His mouth watered, but he knew the rules. No permission, no touching.
Joshua smirked. "Go on, pup."
In an instant, Mingyu took Joshua's entire dick down his throat, his nose touching the skin just above. Joshua groaned, not expecting such a quick reaction.
"Oh, fuck— slow down—"
Mingyu dragged his tongue up and down the shaft, hungry for more. He didn't even give Joshua a chance to think about his actions, hollowing his cheeks to suck on the appendage even tighter.
He held onto Joshua's clothed thighs for support, bobbing his neck in a scattered rhythm. Garbled noises came from his mouth whenever his Master's dick hit a spot that went too deep, triggering the remnants of his gag reflex (which had also mostly been trained away).
Joshua moaned high, missing the feeling of Mingyu's warm, wet mouth on him. He was glad his office was soundproof — an upgrade he added a few years back, when they first started dating and couldn't keep their hands to themselves. They still couldn't. Good investment on Joshua's part.
"God," groaned Joshua, "you're always so— ngh— good at this."
He couldn't help himself anymore, thrusting hard into Mingyu's mouth. He pulled hard on Mingyu's tie to keep him close, restricting his airflow. The puppy's eyes were glossy with lust and full-on submission. Hopefully this would teach Mingyu a lesson, though Joshua doubted it. He could only stay pliant for so long before messing around to get attention and therefore get himself in trouble.
It wasn't long before Mingyu's jaw started to hurt, but he grew to love the pain. His knees didn't really bother him anymore. Being in that position wasn't anything new to him.
However, his severely constrained cock was bothering him. He shifted more to try and ease the strain in his pants, but it wasn't working. He needed more.
Mingyu subtly shifted forward, grinding his pelvis on Joshua's shiny leather shoe. It wasn't as efficient as he thought it would be — he really needed to widen his legs to be able to reach just the way he wanted to — but it did something, garnering a slight choke out of him as Joshua continued to relentlessly thrust down his throat.
Within no time, Joshua noticed. It was hard not to.
"Hey," Joshua yanked him off his cock, "you can't even sit still while I'm giving you a treat? what did I do to get such a pathetic puppy?"
Mingyu shuffled his legs away from his now slightly wet shoe and whined, head tilted downwards. He knew what was coming next.
Joshua jutted his foot out, lightly kicking him where the sun didn't shine. Mingyu moaned as the pain in that region only got worse from arousal. His tongue hung out of his mouth, panting from the stimulation.
Joshua then slipped his dick back in between Mingyu's open lips, slamming it harder down his pharynx to chase his orgasm. He re-established his grip on the lightly wrinkled tie and grunted when Mingyu cupped his balls in an attempt to make him cum faster.
"I'm close— fuck," Joshua moved his free hand to grab Mingyu's ruffled hair, thankful that he didn't hairspray it to hell that day. It was soft, black, and easy to grip when Joshua was about to cum down his throat.
With just a few more harsh movements, Joshua came. Mingyu swallowed up every last bit of the white fluid, savoring the delicacy for as long as he could. He didn't know the next time he'd get to taste it.
Joshua gasped for air, dizzy as Mingyu continued to lick up droplets of cum that remained on his cock. He lapped at the tip, hoping some more would come out. That's when Joshua finally had to stop him, amazed at just how needy his husband was for him.
A string of saliva connected the two, eventually falling onto Mingyu's chin and neck. Wet and messy, just as he liked it.
They took a moment to catch their breaths. Joshua looked down at him, giving him an easier smile and leaning down to kiss the top of his head. It was less dominating, and more loving.
"You can speak now, love," granted Joshua, the term of endearment forming butterflies in Mingyu's stomach.
He squirmed in his place on the floor, a wet spot on his nice slacks from precum. Good thing he always brought spare clothing.
Joshua cupped Mingyu's face with his hand, caressing him and coaxing him out of the headspace he was in. Yet, he still wouldn't snap out of it. He really just needed to cum.
"I-I really need to cum, please," he pleaded, puppy-dog eyes shining at Joshua. "I need— need this cage off, please, so bad. Hurts."
Joshua threw his head up in a cute fit of laughter.
"Hmm… I think you'll need to wait until we get home for that, puppy."
The beginning of Mingyu's work day was uncomfortable, but so was the latter half. Until he got home, anyways. He couldn't complain about that part.