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Joost had always been eager at the thought of seeing you all leashed and collared for him, the thought of you on your hands and knees for him while he had full control of your motion, making you walk for him while tugging on the leash around you neck, making you yelp for him. It was a fantasy that he had thought about too hard on too many occasions, his hand wrapped around his cock pumping while he thought about the sight of you all tethered up for him. The thought of it alone made his head spin, and he couldn't help himself from having it in his head more than he would ever really admit.

That's what made the sight in front of him even more dizzying when his birthday came along. You had told him that you had a surprise for him - something he was sure to love, but he never expected this. Never expected to see his puppy all pent up and needy on his bed in nothing but a new collar and a leash. It was the best birthday present he ever could have asked for; and it meant even more that he never had to ask for it. You knew how badly he had wanted it, which meant that you took the time to warm up to the idea of him having you like this just for him and his pleasure - not that you didn't get off on it, too.

Feeling completely vulnerable all leashed and tied was something that made you whimper before he had even touched you while he stood across the room with his jaw agape before regaining his composure, immediately looping the chained leash around his long fingers and gripping onto it tightly, tugging at it slightly and making you whimper from the choking sensation. He smirked at the sight of you all exasperated just from his grasp, tightening your collar just right while he used his free hand to pet at you. He loved seeing how good you always were for him, his touch making you melt into his grasp while he toyed with you, taking the time to savour the sight and sensation of having you as nothing more than his good, good dog.

"You gonna bark for me?" He said with a dirty look in his eyes, looking down at you while you kneeled in front of him. His words and his knowing stare immediately made your stomach flip, and you could feel how red you were. Seeing your eyes widen like this always made him chuckle at you, and he tugged at the leash again, doing anything he could to get a reaction out of you. "Come on puppy, be good for me." were the words that finally made you cave - not that it ever took much to make you obey him. You always obeyed him, adjusting yourself and bringing yourself closer to him while you barked against his leg. You loved being a pathetic little thing for him just like this, and the sounds of your desperate barks just made Joost want to tease you even more, petting you and kissing along the side of your head before letting his hands wander, still making you bark while he toyed with you.

Playing with you was only half of the fun he could have with you, turning you into putty in his grasp while he kept his hand steadily on the leash, just begging to pull on it any chance he got. He loved seeing just how could you could get for him, and he knew that he had you right where he wanted you. You were the most obedient puppy he could ask for, and he wouldn't have it any other way. You were well trained, and he knew how to train you into being just the way he wanted you to be, the way he needed you to be for him.

You continued to whine against his thigh, nuzzling your head against him and letting out choked whimpers while you felt him grab onto you, flipping you over so that he was behind you rather than in front of you. The loss of the feeling of his leg against your face was enough to make you whimper in disappointment, which made him tut. "Shhh. It's okay puppy. You'll like this better, I promise." He said while petting your head with his free hand, cooing at you before moving it down to part your ass. You were so good and ready for him - you always were. He wanted to give his puppy what it wanted first, and he knew that making you this needy would pay off for him in the end.

A whine escaped your lips feeling Joost's tongue exploring your sensitive ass, licking and lapping at you and feeling just how needy of a puppy you really were for him. Knowing that he could make you such a pent up pup was something that always made him need to taste you - he needed nothing more than to eat you up, and he did. You stayed on your hands and knees for him like the good dog you always were, his tongue working you and drawing harsh whimpers out of you while he chuckled against you from time to time. Feeling you shake and hearing you bark out from the sensations of his tongue was something he always loved getting out of you, and he knew just how to send you into a haze of pleasure.

You hadn't been expecting for him to pleasure you like this first. You thought that he would surely want to fuck you first, but he wanted to take his time and see you all leashed up for as long as he could. Despite the ache of how hard you had made him from the moment he saw you, he wanted to fuck you in every way possible - and this was his first priority. How could he think of anything else when your ass was bare and perched up like that? Your knees on the ground while you crawled around on all fours for him, ass on full display. You knew what you were doing to him, and he ate you out like a man starved, it was as if this was all he had ever wanted in the first place.

"Good pup. Good, good fucking pup. You're doing so good for me. So needy like always puppy. Come on, cum for me like the good puppy you are. Show me how good I make you feel." He groaned between lapping at you, making you moan sharper while your back arched and he kept you steady, not wanting you to buck around too much while he was working you dumb. He could hear how close you were by the harshness of your whimpers, and you finally shook harder and harder until you were a puddle under him, his arm looping around your torso while he kissed you and pet you on the ass, letting you come down while he cooed at the messy state that his puppy was already in because of him.

His hand moved from your ass to your head, placing gentle pets upon your soft hair while he cooed downwards at you, looping his fingers around the length of your leash again before patting his lap with the same hand that held the leash. "You're such a good puppy. Good good puppy. Come lay in my lap, come down." He said while still looking down at you, your figure crawling towards him while he guided you towards him with your leash. The sight was completely thrilling, and you could feel how hard he was through his jeans, nuzzling your head against him and practically drooling on the fabric covering his legs. He chuckled at the sight of just how needy you were, continuing to pet you and let you rut your head onto his throbbing cock through his jeans. "Such a good, needy puppy you are. So well trained, hm?" You nodded in response at him, letting out a soft, needy whine before rubbing your head against him more.

"Here, Puppy. Have your treat for being so good for me. You want it, hm?" He cooed out, still petting you and letting you drool against his thigh some more. You were already blissed out and felt like you were on another planet from how he had eaten you out until the point of dumbing you down just moments before - he had you just the way he liked you. Such a good, dumb puppy would never turn down a treat, and it took no time at all before you were drooling down his cock, making a mess all over him, slobbering on him while he groaned, one hand tugging on your leash and the other guiding your head, petting you between pulls.

Despite his dominance over you, he couldn't help but feel like a puddle under you, your mouth working overtime on his sensitive tip and length while he gasped and groaned with each bob of your head, gripping onto your hair to keep himself steady while his hips trembled, his groans becoming more frequent with every passing minute that you had him inside of your mouth for. "You're such a good dog. Good fucking pup. Keep going puppy, lick it all up." He sputtered out, spilling inside of your mouth and watching you swallow his load down, his hips bucking against your lips while you desperately licked up every last drop of him, still wanting to be a good puppy for him.

You nuzzled against his warm chest while he came down, his breathing shaking while he pet you with unsteady hands, breathing heavily enough that you could feel each movement. "Not done with you puppy. Kneel." How fast he bounced back was a surprise, and you yelped slightly at the sudden request, obeying when he pointed his finger downwards, motioning for you to get back onto your hands and knees so that he could use your parts however he pleased - after all, it was his birthday.

He warmed you up with gentle touches that led into firm pulls of your leash, his cock sliding into you with one sharp thrust while you yelped in pleasure, the feeling of his size stretching your tight hole out was enough to make you see stars, and he wanted to fuck you until you were drooling and dumb for him again as one last gift to himself for the night. Seeing you on all fours like this for him was all he had ever wanted in the world, and he loved watching you jolt every time he yanked on your leash, the sensation of your collar choking up against your neck alongside his rough thrusts making you dizzy.

"Almost there puppy. Be good for me." He rasped out, panting between sloppy thrusts while he got closer to spilling into you. His breaths were harsh listening to you whine and whimper, a pathetic little pup against him while you shook and came undone from the pace he was fucking you with. Feeling you clenching around him so hard was all he needed to unwind too, his hips jerking once more while he rode out his orgasm inside of you, watching you lose your balance and steadying you with your leash while he planted kisses along your back before flipping you around to face him.

You woke up to the sound of Joost sighing against your skin, his breathing harsh against you while he choked back a groan, one hand keeping you steady as not to jostle you while he slept. His grasp was firm on you, his hands digging into the sensitive skin of your hips while your hole stretched around him, making him wince against you and use your neck as his own personal muffler while you stirred against him, whimpering at the feeling of him stretching you out first thing in the morning.

It was so early, and you were sleeping so hard after being awake late with him the night before that you were still in a dreamlike haze, unsure if you were still sleeping or if you were really being used to your full potential like this. Feeling you shift made his grip on you tighten, his tattooed hands holding your hips flat against him while he bottomed out into you, his breathing controlled and practiced while he held onto you.

“Shhh… be a good puppy for me. Stay right there.” He rasped against your ear, planting a kiss against the skin of your neck while he continued to slowly thrust in and out of you, groaning tiredly against your back and using you as his personal fuck toy first thing in the morning. You had always been obedient for him, and being woken up like this was like having your dreams come true.

You continued to doze slightly next to him, his hot hips steady against your ass while he nipped and kissed at you, his free hand rubbing soothing circles around your skin while he ushered you to go back to sleep, not wanting to disturb you when you were so perfectly asleep for him just moments before.

He smirked softly at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut while he fucked into you, his hand coming up to gently pet your head and scratch behind your ears as one last act of service to get you to go back to sleep. You were so easy to use like this - and knowing that you got off on the feeling of him inside of you while you fell asleep made the rush of mornings like this even more exhilarating for him.

“That’s it puppy, that’s it… so good and tight for me.” He whispered while you fell back into slumber, your walls clenching against him while you came undone, your body registering it as nothing but a dream while he knew how real everything was.

Working at the hybrid aquarium and rehabilitation center was the best choice you had made within the past five years. You had been volunteering when you were offered a job. You took it of course! It was a fun and fulfilling job! You got hands on experience with so many different animals and hybrids. Helping them go on to live better lives if and when possible. Some prefer to stay at the facility, happy enough in containment not having to fight or work for food.

Sometimes though, you couldn't help but feel some of your tasks were above your pay grade. You were happy to lead the guided tours around, introducing people to resident mers and hybrids, letting people pet and interact with the stingrays. You don't mind having to give medicine to the sick mers, you don't even mind cleaning out and prepping the quarantine tanks.

But just sometimes you weren't sure what you were doing at this job. Some things you felt so unqualified for.

Like today. While you had some experience caring for the animals and hybrids medically, most of that was just being handed a dose of medicine and told to give it to one of them. You were kind of unprepared to accompany one to the doctor, as it were. Even though you were pretty close with Joost, the mer in question, you weren't supposed to make friends with any of the hybrids especially those set to be released eventually. But you couldn't help it, Joost was such a friendly critter.

Joost had come to the center after getting attacked and needing a few stitches on his abdomen, he was mostly good now, the stitches had come out and he seemed in good spirits. Usually. Apparently he had been acting lethargic and complaining about pain and kept getting brushed off as a tummy ache.

So, you were there to keep him company and make sure he didn't freak out at being examined. He flopped over the edge of his pool, pouting because he was pulled up from the bottom for the check up. He had little interest in talking so you let him be and wait for the doctor.

They come in hauling a cart behind them, and starts tending to Joost after a few pleasantries are exchanged. The doctor easily checks all his vitals and finds them good, except for a slight high temperature. They ask him to go belly up so they can investigate him, he whines and grabs your hand when the doctor starts palpating his abdomen, moving lower and lower as he indicates. The doctor discusses his symptoms and what has truly been going on with him recently. They speak softly into a walkie talkie, before excusing themself for a moment.

Joost wiggles and pulls himself out of the water while they're gone, hauling himself onto your lap without second thought. He whines about wanting to go back to his little area. The doctor sighs a little when they return and the mer is wrapped around you, you've got your legs in the water, you having ditched your shoes and socks and rolled up your pants to do so.

The doctor returns with another employee who holds a plastic case in one hand and a small bottle about half full of something blue. The two of them talk together quietly setting up the device and you stay sitting there with Joost, who's still all up in your lap, lower half twisting uncomfortably in the water. The doctor requests Joost at the edge again, introducing their partner as a tech, the person who can interpret the scans.

The device is explained as a portable ultrasound machine, the tech talks him through the procedure, touching it to his skin and showing what it will feel like to make sure he's okay with it before proceeding. You end up basically on your belly, holding his tail up while the doctor moves the gel coated probe over his abdomen, the tech watching the ultrasound itself.

He whines and covers his face, embarrassed surely, you think. He's being felt and examined by so many people, it must be embarrassing. Especially when the tech describes what they're seeing. Apparently the stress of the injury and coming to the center was so great that Joost's body started creating pearls, they explain the science of it but you kind of just tune it out on accident.

The gist of it being the pearls are what is causing him pain and discomfort and have to be extracted. He shakes his head and yelps at the prospect of surgery, to which the doctor kind of shrugs and says he has to get them out somehow. Explaining the easiest way besides surgery would be sexual arousal, orgasm would force the pearls out of his body. They offer maybe he can take care of it himself, or another medical professional will. He mumbles that he'll figure it out and the tech and the doctor and tech both pack up and leave.

You're pulling on your shoes when he speaks again. "Can you help?" Joost asks gently, peering up at you, one hand grabbing the edge, the other rubbing and soothing the pain.

"You sure?" You ask, uncertain. You weren't supposed to get close, weren't supposed to let them bond with you. But you were far beyond that at this point.

He trills a little and nods. "Mh, please? I don't want the doctors to do it, it would be all..Clean, weird." Sterile, he means. His brows furrow and pinch together in the cutest way.

You just can't say no to that face.. "Okay, I'll see if I can come in early tomorrow."

"Thank you," He grins, webbed fingers grasping at the air, beckoning you close. He grabs your face and plants a kiss on your lips when you do. "Thank you, thank you."

The next morning, you arrive early, before the center opens to the public. Joost is already up and on the sun shelf when you get there. "Hi, hi, hallo!" He chirps, giving a crooked grin.

"Hi, Joost, how are you feeling?" You ask gently, kneeling at the side.

"It still hurts, but you'll help, ja? Help me?" He grasps your hand in both of his, giving the back of your hand a couple kisses.

"That's why I'm here. How do you wanna start?" You feel almost awkward, but he knows you better than the doctors.

"Need you to touch me, please. Please.." He rolls over, hands stroking down his own body.

You watch him pause, fingers pressing into a slit in the scales. "Here, please.." You can't help the sharp inhale as he uses two fingers to spread open the slit, catching a glimpse of the pink of his walls.

It's so erotic, this sweet mermaid begging for your touch because he hurts so bad, holding himself open, begging for your touch. "Fuck. Yeah, okay." You nod, thinking how you can get closer. You decide to go get your wetsuit, promising you'll be right back.

A coworker spots you at your locker, asking what's up, and you say simply you have to help in one of the tanks. It's not a lie. They nod and let you go to change.

Joost trills when he sees you coming. "Look so nice," His tail wiggles in excitement. "You'll come in with me?"

You laugh softly, eyeing him up and down, spotting how his slit looks puffier now, his fingers playing along the line of it. "Yes, I'm coming in. Silly…" You ease yourself into the water, it's pleasantly warm. The mer comes right up to you, purring as he touches you.

"Missed you.." He murmurs, grasping your face and bumping his forehead against yours.

Maybe you had gotten a little too close and visited Joost in his recovery pool a little too often…

"I missed you too," You sigh with a smile when he smooches your cheek. "How do you wanna do this?"

You hadn't gone this far in your relationship with the mer, maybe that was part of why he was stressed out.

Joost hums in thought, before wiggling around, pressing his back to your chest, sitting between your legs. He takes your hand and guides it to his slit. "Please.." Is all he says, giving a whimper when your fingers dip inside.

You watch what you're doing over his shoulder, going between rubbing the swollen skin and dipping just inside. Mostly just mapping him out, you can see pink flesh showing from how aroused he is, hot and dripping wet too. You sigh as your fingers slip inside easily, and feel something else just inside, at the top of his slit. He whimpers and trills as you tease him, fingers petting deeper, investigating.

"Oh," You gasp softly, feeling something pressing at your fingers, and he gives a little please. "Oh my god.." Your fingers are swiftly pushed out by his cocks, two big soft cocks that flop on his tummy as they slide out.

You take them in your hands, feeling how thick and heavy they are. "Look at this, you keep all of this tucked away inside, huh? Never would've known.." You murmur, pumping them in your fists.

Joost trills and tosses his head back against your shoulder, his cocks pulsing in your grasp, the tips, soft and flexible, twist and squirm as your hands move down. It doesn't take long before both tips are squirting cum, and he's crying out, one of his hands desperately feeling inside himself. After a moment and a lot of loud desperate whining he's pulling out a small pearl.

"Here.." Joost says, pushing it into your hand, making you let go of his dicks.

"Oh, wow. How many did they say you have in there?" You ask, examining the pearl, not a perfect sphere, slightly oval shaped. You set it carefully on the edge of the pool.

He groans when your hands return to his slit. "Mf… Fuck, I can't remember… Ten, I think."

"Okay, that's okay. We can do that, huh?" You slide your fingers in him, drawing this trilling whine out of him. He's so hot inside, his walls soft and squishy under your fingertips.

One hand focuses on gently fucking his slight while you jerk off one of his cocks with the other hand, he squirms between your legs. "You can't get overstimulated already, Joost. We just started, got nine pearls to get outta you." You shush his whimpering as he's overcome by another orgasm as you're thumbing at the tip of his dick. You work another pearl out, setting it aside before returning to business.

His tail thrashes as you continuing fingerfucking him, cramming three fingers in his soft, swollen slit, pumping them in and out. "Doing so good, oh there we are, good job," You purr, getting out two more. "Look at that.."

"I need a break, fuck…Please, please..." Joost pants, pulling at your hand.

"Come on.. We're almost halfway." You don't pull out but stroke his spasming walls gently.

"It's too much," He whines, he can't help the way his body pulls your fingers in deeper. "It's so good, oh fuck!" Chirps spill from him, these sweet noises, simply unable to hide how much he needs this.

The pearl slips out of him when he does get your fingers out. You give him a moment to breath, looking at the slick and cum that coats your hand. You indulge yourself and stick your fingers in your mouth, groaning at the taste of him, salty, like the seawater he lives in.

After about a minute, you return your hands to his needy body. "You ready?" You ask gently, getting a trilled out yes. He gasps sharply when your fingers slip back in, so easy like he's meant to be stuffed full.

You start slow again, two gently in and out of him, your other hand joining his around his cocks. Both of you working to get him off and get the pearls out. "So good, baby, you're doing so good." You get a sweet trill out of him with that, and another pearl.

You pick up your pace, jerking his cock and thrusting both fingers in and out, curling them here and there.

His muscles tense and his tail twists with his next orgasm, openly whimpering your name. He gushes around your fingers, unable to control it, two more pearls rush out of him as well. "Oh, good job..Only two left…" You put them aside and pull your hand out to focus on his cocks once more, since his hand fell away.

You jerk both of them off, watching the way he reaches down and parts his slit with both hands. He's whining and trilling, watching himself as well, watching the way his hole clenches around nothing. "So pretty…Fuck, I shouldn't be saying that but you are.."

He chirps your name, sweet and pathetic, as he cums. Right in front of your eyes, the last pearls pop out one by one out of him, as he's still holding himself open. His hands fall away after that, as he pants and whines from the sheer feeling. You let go of his cocks and grab the final pearls to set on the edge, returning your hand to stroke his slit, cooing praise into his ear. You take some of the water and splash it on him, making him gasp at the feeling, the warm water feeling almost cool against his hot wet slit.

"You did so good, oh my god. That was incredible." You rinse your hands in the water, though you yearn to lick the salty, fresh cum from your fingers. You let him come down from the overstimulation.

"Thank you," Joost wiggles and twists to face you, pulling you a little deeper into the water to hug and kiss you. "Thank you so much!" His eyes are half lidded and his cheeks are flushed and he's still so obviously aroused. But you know you can't do anything more now. Not right now. You feel so lucky having not been caught fingerfucking the mermaid stupid.

"You're welcome, baby," You shouldn't be calling him that, but it's kind of whatever at this point. "I have to get to work now, okay? I'll be back later."

He pouts but nods, kissing you again, and once on your cheek for good measure. "I'm keeping these." He giggles, scooping up the pearls.

"Yes, it's only fair. You made them after all." You laugh as well as you get out of the pool.

"I'll make them into something for you when I get out of here, ja? How's that sound?" Yeah, he's bonded hard, and you have too.

"That'd be so sweet. I gotta go now, bye." You return the kisses he blows and scamper from the room hearing an employee with a cart, coming with breakfast for the mer.