hi hey hi

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They had a weekend off together and Jack had made it clear that he expected Robby to relax, and who was Robby to deny Jack anything? His phone was shut off and put away, and he was waiting patiently for Jack to wake up.

He was sitting in bed next to Jack, dressed in soft shorts and a sweater, his collar in hand. It was made of thick, high quality leather with the words Property of J. Abbot emblazoned on the inside and a simple tag on the front that simply read Mikey. Robby loved it more than anything, he just needed his Daddy to wake up so he could wear it.

Jack rolled onto his back with a groan as he woke, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before looking up and seeing Robby. Legs crossed in front of him, fingers running along the inside of his collar which was resting in his lap. "Good morning, pup," Jack said with a smile, moving to sit up next to Robby. He reached out to scratch at Robby's jaw, "You want your collar today, Mikey?"

Robby nuzzled his face into Jack's hand and nodded as best he could, "Please Daddy?"

"Of course, pup," Jack said, taking the collar from Robby. "Chin up," he instructed before fastening it around Robby's neck, sliding a couple fingers below the leather to check the fit. "Gorgeous," Jack said before leaning in to kiss Robby.

Robby blushed and hid his face in Jack's neck, muttering a, "Thank you, Daddy," into the other man's skin.

"Of course, pup. C'mon let's go have breakfast," Jack said, gently guiding Robby out of his hiding place in Jack's neck.

Once in the kitchen, Jack set himself up on a stool at the island where he could comfortably make breakfast.

"Mikey, can you get eggs and cheese from the fridge for me?" Jack asked, watching as Robby quickly obeyed. Whenever Robby was having a pup day, Jack made a point of giving him small tasks. He knew Robby craved feeling useful, always wanting to do something helpful for Jack. It only made sense for Jack to have Robby fetch him things throughout the day. It meant his leg could rest and Robby was happy.

When Robby came back with the ingredients as well as a pan, Jack smiled up at his boy, "Good job, pup. You want to sit on the other side of the island while I make breakfast?" Jack would send him to the living room to sit somewhere a little more comfortable, but his puppy preferred to stay close whenever possible.

They ate at the table together, Robby sitting next to Jack and Jack's hand on Robby's thigh. A small act of possession, the kind that always settled Robby's mind.

After eating and properly getting ready for the day, they migrated to the living room, there was a game on today that Jack wanted to catch. Robby was more than happy to simply lay with his owner and let his mind shut off.

Jack sat down first, setting his crutches off to the side before patting the cushion next to him, "C'mon, up here sweet boy," Jack cooed.

Robby sat on the couch and promptly laid down, his head resting on Jack's lap. Jack's hand came down on the nape of his neck almost instinctually, scratching gently at Robby's scalp and running a thumb along his collar. "My good boy, huh pup?"

Robby hummed in agreement, wiggling ever closer to Jack.

Jack chuckled lightly, "Let me know if you need anything, okay pup?" he instructed before settling in to watch the game.

Halfway through the game, Robby became a bit restless, squirming in his spot next to Jack. He huffed and rolled over, face now facing Jack rather than the TV. He nuzzled into Jack's stomach, before moving lower to nose at Jack's crotch.

"You need something, pup?" Jack asked, an amused look on his face.

"Want you, Daddy," Robby said, voice muffled from where his face was shoved.

"Does my puppy need something in his mouth?" Jack asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Robby nodded, huffing slightly, he shouldn't have to tell Jack that. It was obvious wasn't it?

"Okay, Mikey, you have to sit up first," Jack instructed.

Robby sat up, grabbed a pillow, and moved to kneel between Jack's legs as the other man undid the zip of his pants and pulled out his still soft cock.

"You don't have to kneel for me, pup."

"Want to," Robby huffed before taking Jack's cock in his mouth. He sighed happily around the length, the weight of it on his tongue and the taste of his owner settling him. He rested his head against Jack's thigh and closed his eyes in contentment.

"Daddy doesn't want your knees hurting," Jack said, "You can stay until lunch comes, I just ordered it a few minutes ago. Sound good, pup?"

Robby hummed around Jack's cock, sending a soft jolt of pleasure through Jack. He likely wouldn't get hard, the side effects of psych meds were definitely real, but that was okay. When Robby was in pupspace it was rarely explicitly sexual, so Jack not getting hard was something of a blessing at times.

Jack's hands found their way to Robby's hair, scratching at his scalp, feeling how his boy went ever more lax when surrounded on all sides by Jack.

A knock on the door jolted Robby back into the present, whining slightly around Jack's cock in his mouth.

"Shh, it's just our food getting delivered, you're all right, baby," Jack reassured. "You do have to let me go, though."

Robby pulled off obediently, sitting back on his heels as Jack tucked himself away.

"Can you go get my leg for me pup? So Daddy can get the food?"

Robby nodded eagerly, getting to his feet and heading for the mudroom where Jack had left his prosthesis the night before.

"Good boy, Mikey," Jack praised when Robby returned with the prosthesis and liner. Jack quickly got it on before heading for the front door. "Keep being my good boy and wait at the table for me, pup."

As they were eating Jack turned to Robby, "Are you having a good day, pup?"

"Love you, Daddy," was all Robby said in reply, words not often his strong suit on a pup day.

"I love you too, pup," Jack smiled, scratching at the nape of Robby's neck fondly.

After lunch, Robby settled into his spot on the corner of their sectional to rest while Jack got chores done around the house. Something about needing to check on the garden and do laundry. He didn't stir until he smelled food from the kitchen.

He shuffled into the kitchen where Jack was at the stove, his prosthesis still on. Robby walked over, hooking his chin over Jack's shoulder to see what he was doing.

"Hey, puppy, did you have a good nap?" Jack asked, turning to kiss Robby's cheek.

Robby nodded, "Smells good."

"I hope it is," Jack laughed. "Can you find the aluminum foil for me, pup?"

Robby turned his face to leave a wet kiss on Jack's neck before pulling back to fulfill the task he'd been given. He poked around in the pantry for a minute or two before finding what he needed and returning to Jack.

"Good job, puppy. My best boy," Jack praised.

Once dinner was finished and eaten, Jack started washing dishes in the kitchen. Robby noticed how he was favoring his amputated leg, trying to cover up the discomfort he no doubt felt from being on his prosthesis for too long while working around the house. Robby walked up to Jack and huffed at his owner, nudging at Jack's side trying to push him in the direction of the bedroom.

"What is it, pup? I'm trying to wash up," Jack said, no bite to his voice.

Robby huffed again, nodding toward the prosthesis.

"Shit, okay pup, always so observant, huh?" Jack said, reaching to turn off the tap. "Let's go shower and then we can lay down. How does that sound, Mikey?"

Robby hummed happily, walking behind Jack as they headed down the hall to the bedroom.

Jack stopped by the dresser to grab fresh boxers for he and Robby before walking into the bathroom. When he removed his prosthesis he handed it to Robby, "Can you put this by the bed and go find my crutches for me?"

Robby nodded eagerly, soon returning with Jack's crutches which he propped up by the changing bench.

"Good boy, pup!" Jack praised.

Jack helped Robby strip until he was left in just his collar. "We have to take this off to shower, pup," Jack said carefully.

Robby immediately whined, ducking his head away from Jack. "Want to keep it, Daddy."

"I know, pup, I know," Jack soothed, running a hand along Robby's upper arm. "You'll get it back as soon as we're done, I promise."

Robby was still upset, a pout on his lips and a few stray tears threatening to fall at the corners of his eyes, as he bowed his head to allow Jack to take it off. Jack leaned down to press a kiss to Robby's forehead after the collar was removed and safely placed on the counter, "You're being so good for me, Mikey."

They showered quickly, Jack washing Robby and Robby washing Jack.

Once dry and dressed in just boxers, both men made it onto the bed.

"Ready for your collar again, pup?" Jack asked once Robby settled on the bed next to him.

Robby nodded eagerly, immediately baring his neck for Jack.

"Someone's excited," Jack laughed as he secured the collar. "Just perfect for me, huh pup?"

Jack laid down first, settling on his back, before beckoning Robby-- who was still sitting up-- to join him. "C'mere pup, owner needs some cuddles."

Robby eagerly nestled himself next to Jack. Or, more accurately, on top of Jack. Their legs slotted together and Robby's head on Jack's chest. Robby nuzzled into Jack's pecs before finding one of his nippled and gently licking it.

Jack smiled, "You can lick, pup, go ahead."

That was all the encouragement Robby needed. He latched onto Jack's nipple, alternating between sucking and laving his tongue over the now hardening bud.

"Feels good, pup," Jack said, petting Robby's back and neck as his boy sucked at his chest.

Robby's hips humped aimlessly against Jack's thigh, not chasing any real release.

"Do you want to, cum, pup?" Jack asked when he felt Robby's cock become half hard against his leg.

Robby shook his head, lips still flush with Jack's skin.

"Okay, pup," Jack said, no judgement in his voice. Robby sometimes wanted proper sex on pup days, but more often than not he wanted stimulation without expectation. And Jack was more than happy to provide.

They stayed like that for a while, Robby's licks and sucks eventually slowly as sleep crept up on him. Once Jack was sure Robby was asleep, he shifted Robby to lay next to him, head still pillowed against his chest and a hand securely on the back of his neck.

But it just...made him feel so good, hearing Robby practically panting into his ear while he frantically jerked off - collapsing against the mattress in a sweaty mess and hearing 'Hey good job kiddo - that was incredible.'

Sure, he should probably erase the clip and...stop.

Or...he could just...record a few more.

Just for...morale reasons.

Robby yelling 'Fuck!' so loud it made Dennis jump even though he'd seen it coming and quickly hit record.

Come here, Whitaker - you're with me.

Nice work today Kid.

See, that's why you're my favourite.

Good catch, Dennis.

And finally - the one he listened to so often that he could swear he starts to hear it in his sleep - Robby getting a little sarcastic with him when it took him a little too long to notice he was calling him.

Yep, come on over here....good boy, now pay attention.

He didn't mean to basically Pavlov himself into getting a little hard every time his boss compliments him, but there wasn't really a way to undo that now. Other than stop which...he doesn't think he can. He's started to...need it. To get off. He tries a few times, without the little clips on his phone and he just gets frustrated and can't quite finish.

So the day he can't find his phone at work is...a little concerning.

After tearing around for an hour hunting for it between cases and working up a cold sweat, Dennis heads to the breakroom to catch his breath. He's even used Trinity's phone to call his but the goddamn thing is on silent and there's no sound of it vibrating anywhere.

He pushed open the door and his stomach clenches tight because of course Robby is the only person in there, sitting at the table, glasses on and scrolling his phone.

No...not Robby's phone.

"This yours?" Robby holds it up. "I guessed from the pictures. There's no passcode on it...might want to change that."

"Yeah...I will. I absolutely, will," Dennis stammers.

"Good...rounds in ten."

He got away with it. Dennis promises himself that he's going to erase all the recordings and stop whatever this thing is.

But when he gets home and checks the folder where he keeps them, innocently named 'Work Notes' he finds that instead of seven files...there are eight.

Is he gonna listen to it in the break room? Absolutely not. He has no idea what's in the message but it's not for public consumption. As far as Dennis knows, it's Robby telling him he's fired. Though why he'd do that in a voice message in THAT folder is beyond him.

Dennis rushes to the bathroom, shuts himself in a cubicle and puts the speaker on his phone against his ear.

So....I'm not sure why you have all these saved but...I'm guessing it's because you like hearing that you're doing a good job, hmm?

The words 'good job' settle into his belly all warm and weighty and Dennis tries to ignore how they make him feel even now that Robby knows how much of a freak he's been.

Which you are, Dennis...you're always impressing me. Honestly I'm...proud of you. Really proud.

He can hear Robby breathing, too loud with the phone against his ear.

He doesn't mean to close his eyes, but he does, the better to listen to each shallow breath. Robby was proud of him?

His dick twitched and Dennis' face went hot. Not now. Here. Damn it. He pressed a hand down on himself.

For the record, I like having you here, under me...I'd have you any day of the week. Because you are so...good...

A shiver runs down his spine and he can feel himself getting hard, helplessly, at the low voice in his ear.

Such a good doctor...and so eager and...obedient...

Dennis can't hold back a whine as he squeezes himself through his scrubs.

Does that make you feel good, Dennis? Robby's voice murmurs in his ear, husky and slightly strained in a way that Dennis can't quite pinpoint but which makes his whole body tighten.

He nods. To no one.

I'd like if it did. In fact, what I'd really like...is if I could make you feel so good, that you wanted to touch yourself...right here at work.

Dennis's eyes fly open and he looks up but no one is watching him over the cubicle walls. It just felt for a second as if someone was...as if Robby was looking down on him, unblinking, seeing everything.

Would you do that for me? Hmm? It'd make me very proud...if you made yourself come, right now...for me. You want to make me proud, right?

He nodded again, more desperately.

Touch yourself.

His hand was in his scrubs, in his underwear without him pausing to think. A little dry but he squeezed his eyes shut and imagine it was Robby touching him, taking any chance he could, lube be damned.

See, I know you'll do it - because you're my good by, aren't you kiddo?

Dennis pressed his lips together and tried to contain and whine. His hand was moving fast, in tight, punishing jerks. He was so desperate. Felt so gross and needy and turned on and dumb - sitting in the bathroom jerking off and trying to stay quiet, while Robby - Robby's voice, just his voice - purred in his ear.

Do you like it when I call you that? Kiddo. Kid...boy...

The three words made his heart skip.

I wonder if you'd like to call me something...I mean, I am so very proud of you...maybe that kinda makes me like your dad...which fits, because...you're daddy's favourite boy.

Oh God he was disgusting, he was awful...he was completing incapable of stopping. It felt too good. The best. Dennis whimpered and bucked his hips up helplessly, pathetically, fucking his hand, imagining that he was sitting on Robby's lap and not a cold toilet lid, legs held open on his thighs.

And you wanna be daddy's favourite, don't you Dennis? Want to make me so, so proud of you - want to show me exactly how good and obedient you are.

Dennis sobbed softly, nodded again, he was so close. So fucking close.

I want you...to come in your underwear - and leave them in my locker. So I can see you followed my instructions perfectly, like I know you can.

Oh shit. Oh Jesus...Dennis stuffed himself back into his underwear just in time to soak them in his come, shaking and shuddering as his body clenched tight. Leaving him embarrassingly breathless and flushed, his scrubs slipping down to his ankles. He tipped his head back and it hit the wall with a dull thump.

Fuck. Oh Fuck...

And if you do that for me - I'll have to find a way, to reward you. My combination is 7561. I hope you don't let me down.

Dennis's legs were still shaking and his face was on fire as he rushed to the locker room and opened Robby's locker, stuffing his wadded up underwear inside and closing the door before anyone could see.

His heart was thundering. What the fuck had he done? What was he going to do?

He caught Robby's eye as he crossed the hub and immediately felt dizzy.

"You OK, Kid?" Robby asked, peering over his glasses.

"..yeah," Dennis squeaked, so very aware that Dana was also looking his way. "Just...need some water."

"Here." He held out his own water bottle and Dennis almost tripped over his own feet going over to take it. As Robby let go his eyes found his and didn't let go until he'd finished drinking and handed the bottle back.

"You want any more?" Robby asked.

His chest felt tight, body simmering with heat. "Maybe...later."