just another multi-fandom mess

"I was sleeping! I'm right here!" you reply with a laugh, amused by Steven's inane reasoning. You pull back your blanket and sit up in bed. He sits up too, trying to be closer to you, rubbing his cheek against yours. "Steven!" The two of you tumble across the bed, pushing, pulling and kissing. Your movements put the other blankets and pillows into disarray. Finally you're on top of him, pinning Steven to the bed. "Got you, puppy." He looks up at you with hungry eyes and gives you a short bark. "Good boy. Now let's-"

As you loom over Steven your hand touches something under the pillow. You furrow your brows and pull the object out only to find the underwear you had put into the laundry hamper last night. Your underwear. You raise it to the eye level of both you and Steven. The piece of cloth is coated in half dried cum, completely ruined. "So that's why you're so needy this morning." Out of the corner of your eye you see Steven swallow hard, guilt all over his face.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. You were asleep and I-"

"Naughty puppy. Using my underwear and getting off without permission. You know you need to be punished for this, right?" You throw the ruined piece of clothing off of the bed, the offending garment landing somewhere on the floor. Steven's gaze doesn't leave you. His body is tense under yours but his eyes can't hide his excitement, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. Silly puppy. He doesn't know what you have in store for him. "No more cuddling," you say, your voice more stern and less playful than before. "Sit!" Steven scrambles to his knees, sitting on them, arms in front with his hands splayed over the mattress for support. "Oh, so now you know how to behave?" You raise an eyebrow, suspicious of his sudden good behavior. You swear he did all this just to get punished. He gives you a short bark, still grinning happily, as if he was getting a treat instead of a punishment. You crawl out of bed, flitting around the room, gathering what you need to teach your puppy a lesson.

"Since you want to come so badly," you explain, "I have just the thing for you." You hold a sleek, metal anal plug and a small remote, showing them to Steven. "It's your favorite." Steven stares at the plug, his cock twitching with interest. His gaze drifts away from the toy to you, a suspicious look in his eyes. "What? You don't like your punishment? Come on, get in position." He doesn't answer you but follows your order, stretching forward like a cat, ass up. You step behind him and place the vibrator plug on the night stand. With the lube from the drawer you prepare his hole, one lubed finger after the other until he is a whining mess.

"Please, please put it in," he begs. You put away the lube and take the plug in hand.

"Try that again."

Steven gasps, hole twitching and needing to be filled. "Please put the plug in, Master."

"Good boy." You rub the tip of the plug against his hole before slowly pressing in. The lube helps the toy glide in smoothly until the flared base fits snugly between his cheeks. You give his ass a sharp smack, Steven crying out in bliss and pain, and sit back down on the bed. "Sit."

Steven sits back down on his knees, assuming his earlier position. He already looks wrecked, eyes unfocused and mouth agape, panting like a dog in heat. You take the remote in hand and turn on the vibrator. A full body shudder goes through Steven, even the lowest setting getting to him. "Feels good?" He nods eagerly in response, eyes closed to focus on the vibrations hitting his prostate directly. His cock is growing harder with every second. "Think you can come on that setting?“ Steven opens his eyes and thinks for a moment. His hand slowly reaches for his cock and he nods in affirmation. You lean forward and grab his wrist. "Did I tell you to touch yourself?"

Steven's hand freezes in place, his eyes immediately darting to yours. "No, Master. I'm sorry. I won't touch," he promises. You let go of him and he places his hand back on the mattress.

"That's right. And do you remember why that is?"

Steven grinds down on the vibrator, moaning, "My cock belongs to Master. Good puppies don't touch Master's things without permission."

You hum in affirmation. "That's right. And what did you do to get yourself in this predicament?"

"I touched Master's things without permission. I touched Master's cock with Master's underwear."

"So you understand what you did wrong. That's good. Then we can begin the punishment," you say calmly and raise the strength of the vibrator to the next level. Steven chokes on a whine, the vibrations against his prostate growing stronger. Pleasure shoots up his spine, making him shiver. You watch as he tries to control his breathing, keeping it steady. It's still low enough to simply tease but with how worked up Steven was when he woke you up you can't be sure how fast he'll orgasm. In the end it doesn't matter. Not really. He won't come just once today.

"Feeling good, pet?“ you ask in a teasing tone while you go another level higher on the vibrator. Steven cries out in pleasure, his hips rutting forward instinctively.

"Yes, oh gods yes," he whimpers, eyes squeezed shut. The low buzzing of the vibrator fills the air, joining his breathy moans. You move closer to him, caressing his face with your finger tips. Steven sobs when your fingers meet his cheek, leaning into your touch. "Please, can I come?"

"Already?" you ask, amused. He nods, his eyes opening to gaze right at you pleadingly. "Come for me then." He's grinding down harder on the plug, willing it to go in further than possible. You see him focus on climbing that mountain towards it's peak. You give him a few moments before turning down the vibrations abruptly, leaving him back on the first level. Steven groans in frustration, being denied so close to his orgasm. He looks at you with deep betrayal, eyes wide and wet like he's about to cry.

"You're being mean," he whimpers, his lower lip trembling.

"Of course I am, love," you reply nonchalantly. "You're being punished." You grab his chin, your thumb resting on his lower lip. "I will let you come as much as you like. But that doesn't mean I will be nice. You lost that privilege when you touched what's mine." He leans forward slightly, wrapping his lips around your thumb and sucking on it apologetically. "Oh now you want to be a good puppy, hm?“ Steven simply hums around the digit in his mouth in response, his tongue running along the pad of your thumb. Slowly you turn up the vibrations of the toy again, watching him shudder immediately. He's sucking harder on your thumb, keeping in rhythm with his grinding. "There we go," you coo, "Work for it, puppy." As you press down on his tongue, opening his mouth, you dial the toy up to the highest setting. His scream is muffled slightly by your pressure on his tongue; his hips move violently against the plug. You watch him writhe on his knees, his hands itching to touch himself. "You can hold onto me if it's too much," you whisper in his ear and he shudders as your lips graze his ear, his hands quickly grabbing your arm. Steven pants, his hot breath fanning over your hand. He suddenly goes still, his cum splattering against his stomach with the force of his orgasm. He looks adorable with his face scrunched up, the vibrator still buzzing away on the highest level, leaving him no space to calm down from his high. You take your thumb out of his mouth slowly, spreading his saliva over his lips.

"Too much," he whimpers, "It's too much. I can't-" His lips press against your thumb, trying to suck it back in but you remove your hand fully, leaving him pouting. "Please, Master. Turn it down, please." His begging is so sweet, convincing you to reduce the strength of the toy back down to its lowest setting. Steven breathes a sigh of relief, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your shoulder. "Thank you, Master."

"Don't thank me yet, puppy," you purr, "We're not done." After giving him a few minutes to calm down you ramp up the toy's strength again. Steven howls at the sudden spike in intensity. He clings to you, his body shaking. He begs against your collar bone, pleading for mercy, promising his full obedience, promising to be so good for you. But it's not enough. If your puppy can still talk then you didn't do a good enough job.

You gently push Steven off of you, making sure he is stable on his knees. "Stay," you order and get up from the bed. You feel his eyes following you as you walk to his drawer and take out his favorite collar, the well-worn leather soft between your fingers. With the click of a few buttons the vibrator turns back to the lowest setting. You carry the collar over to where Steven is struggling to stay upright on his knees. His eyes fall to the collar in your hands and he immediately perks up. "Come here, let me put this on you." He follows your orders obediently, presenting his neck to you. You gently fasten the collar around his neck, being careful to make it just a little bit too tight, not enough to take away his breath fully but enough to make it noticeable. He lets his head fall back, looking up at you with hazy eyes. "Feels better, doesn't it, puppy?" You see something shift in him, his limbs going limp, his eyes unfocused and a lazy smile playing on his lips. His mouth slowly opens, his tongue lolling out before he barks softly in affirmation. Your fingers dig into his thick, soft hair as you let him. "That's a good boy," you coo as you pet him. Steven closes his eyes, a dreamy smile on his face as he enjoys your touch, the toy still softly buzzing and pressing against this prostate. "Think you can come for me again?“ Steven nods, nuzzling your hand. "And what are the rules again?"

"My cock belongs to Master. Can't touch Master's cock," he replies, his words slurred but still understandable. You lean forward and kiss his forehead, your thumb hovering over the remote.

"Good boy," you whisper against his skin as you turn up the vibrator once more. Steven moans loudly, his back arching away from you, his cock growing harder by the second. You watch his face as you hover over him still, eyes staring at you in a mix of adoration and desperation. Your sweet puppy looks at you as if you've hung the moon but also plan to destroy it. His mouth hangs open, his breath coming out in harsh pants. His eyes roll into the back of his head as his second orgasm washes over him, cum dribbling lazily down his shaft.

You don't check how often you repeat the process and lose count of how many orgasms you force out of Steven. By the end of it your puppy is a mess, sticky with cum, sweat and tears. He pants and whimpers at you like a wounded dog, begging for mercy. Steven is hunched over on his hands and knees, presenting his ass to you, wordlessly begging you to take the plug out.

"You can give me one more, can't you?" you ask softly, only a hint of derision in your voice. "You wanted to come so badly earlier. Have you really learned your lesson?" Steven whimpers in reply, nodding his head weakly. "Are you sure?" you argue, "Give me one more and I'll believe you." The toy has been on its highest setting for a while, Steven's body now used to your delicious torture. You run your fingers between his cheeks, your pointer finger pressing against the plug. You get a grip on the flared base of the plug and slowly start to wiggle it out. Steven moans weakly in response, his brows knit together in confusion. You pull the toy out half way before slamming it back inside. Steven cries out as you steadily fuck his ass with the vibrating plug. His body moves with the rhythm you set, the back and forth making the bed frame creak. After a few thrusts Steven shudders once more and comes with a high-pitched keen. His cock twitches weakly, already milked dry by the countless orgasms.