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Puppy’s cough bubbled around Jon’s cock. When his eyes opened, his pupils were wide and the whites showed all the way around.

“You look perfect like this, Pup.” He wrapped his other arm around the back of Puppy’s head when he felt him try to jerk away. “No, you hold it. You’ll breathe when I let you.”

He coughed again, and again, his body hunching against the restraints each time he gagged. 

“That’s it. Your throat’s all mine, and I’ll use it as long as I want.” He groaned softly as the bench and ropes creaked from Puppy struggling to get free. When Puppy didn’t have any more air to wheeze out, rather than let Puppy go, Jon pulled his own hips back.

After a moment of ringing silence, Puppy heaved in a raspy breath, coughed, then dragged in another. He whimpered between gasps, crossed eyes overflowing with tears.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” Jon rammed himself back down Puppy’s throat, choking him again. “You like getting your throat fucked ‘til you see stars, don’t you, Pup?”

Puppy could only twitch and cough. He clenched his hands into the fists.

“I’m gonna go faster now.” Jon crushed Puppy to him as he ground against his face. “Get me close and I’ll let you breathe again.” He pulled back, but not out, holding Puppy’s head in place while he started thrusting.

He squirmed harder and harder, against Jon’s hands, against the restraints. 

“Fuck.” This time, Jon had to let go of Puppy; he couldn’t bring himself to stop thrusting. He’d gotten close. Too close, and he’d wanted to chase his own climax. He panted and wrapped one hand around his throbbing cock, squeezing but not pumping. “Fuck, good boy.”

Saliva too thick to swallow poured out of Puppy’s mouth while he coughed, hanging limp in the ropes while he caught his breath.

“I...need to slow down for a minute.” Jon smiled, taking deeper breaths. “But that doesn’t mean you get to relax.” He returned to the goodie bench, giving Puppy’s back a pat as he moved past him. “I know that a thrusting vibrator isn’t enough for my filthy little Pup, and I know I’d love to get you crying and begging again.”

Puppy groaned through the ring gag, his muscles shaky as he tried to twist against the restraints and look at whatever Jon was retrieving next.

“Oh? My good boy can’t wait to see?” Jon chuckled and held out both hands, showing off the device: a narrow metal rod connected by a cord to a power supply with several control settings. “There’s one other hole we haven’t filled yet.”

His eyes widened as they fixed on the rod. He whined and shook his head.

“Listen to you, all excited for your new toy.” Jon set the power supply down to coat the rod in lube. 

Puppy let out a long whimper and fought against the rope around his wrists.

“My dirty Puppy can’t contain himself, huh?” Jon gripped Puppy over the ring keeping his cock red and swollen and gave him a slow, slick pump to the tip and back. “Let’s work that last hole open, boy. You ready?”

He whined more than he seemed to breathe, squirming frantically until he felt something cold and hard prod against his tip. Then he let out a wail of fright.

“Atta boy, keep crying. Maybe I'll stop…” Jon smiled, holding Puppy’s erection still while he lined up the sounding rod and pressed.

Puppy choked on a cry and shuddered, tensing up all over.

“Don’t worry, Pup, I’ll help you get the whole treat down.” 

As the rod tip slipped inside, Puppy gasped, all ten fingers fully flexed and splayed in the air.

“There we go,” he cooed, twisting the rod in his fingers. When Jon gave it a few shallow pumps, Puppy’s head dropped to hang like his stings got cut. “Good boy, relax and let it happen.

His panting hitched as a sob made his shoulders jerk.

Jon only grinned. He worked the sounding rod patiently each time stuck, wiggling, turning, and pumping until it sank in deeper.

His body teeth locked up and his teeth clenched, the constant pressure taking his breath away or wringing strained groans out of him in turns.

“Nearly there. I know my Pup can take it all.” He gave Puppy’s erection a few strokes with a loose fist. After a few breaths, the rod sank in right to the hilt. “Well that helped, didn’t it? My good, hungry boy,” Jon praised, giving the top of the rod a few taps with his thumb.

Dangling in his restraints, Puppy sobbed weakly. 

“Oh, Puppy.” Jon leaned down to kiss behind his ear and whisper. “I haven't even turned it on yet.”

“Uuunh,” he moaned, shaking his head and flapping his hands.

To keep the rod from slipping out, Jon tucked some of the wire into the cock ring. He moved around to stand in front of Puppy. Smiling, Jon showed him the controls on the thrusting vibrator remote and the sounding rod power supply.

“‘On’h,” he begged, shaking his head, gaze bouncing between the controllers and Jon’s eyes.

“Easy, boy.” Jon crouched to kiss Puppy’s forehead. “You don’t have to worry. For this, you won’t have to try and be quiet. I’ll take care of that for you.” 

Puppy stared, eyes welling with tears.

“Your vibrator has been on the lowest setting. Let’s dial that up.” Jon thumbed the slider slowly from 1 to 10, watching Puppy’s face.

He tossed his head and groaned, panting harder with each increase.

“Wow, you can really hear it now.” Jon set down the remote and untucked himself from his boxers again. He let Puppy get an eyeful while he lined himself up. “Time to be nice and quiet for me, Pup.”

Puppy whimpered, tears and drool running unchecked down his chin.

“You won’t be able to come with the sounding rod in so we can take our time together.” He tapped the head of his cock against Puppy’s lower lip. “I can’t wait to see how red those big eyes can get.”

Before he could get out a single, despairing sob, Puppy was gagging with his nose against Jon’s skin.

“Eyes here,” he ordered softly, wagging the power supply to catch Puppy’s attention. “This might tickle, at least with the lower settings.” Jon moved the dial to 3 and mashed the power button.

Puppy’s scream came out as a gurgle.

“Urnh!” 

“Keep that head up, Pup.” He swapped hands on the dildo so he could palm Puppy’s other cheek. “You’ll be messy and sorry if you drop our mood lighting.”

The long whimper Puppy got out around the candle wavered.

“All this peach meat,” Jon murmured. He rubbed and squeezed, grinning as Puppy yelped and shuddered. “If you swallow all of your bone, you can come.” He gave one of Puppy’s bruised cheeks a pat as he curbed the dildo, then another pat, harder than before. 

The muscles in Puppy’s legs trembled and he wailed around the candle.

“Open up.” As Jon switched cheeks, his pats became firm slaps. “Nice and wide.” 

“Uuugh!” Puppy yelped, then his breathing hitched.

“Oh dirty boy, there you go.” The dildo sank in up to the flared base. Jon drew it nearly free, then slammed it back in, his palm flush with the base as he ground it against Puppy’s ass. “That’s my filthy Pup. Good boy.”

The candle wobbled dangerously as Puppy sobbed around it.

“Ah, keep that head up.” Jon reached back under Puppy, fondling and caressing. When he felt Puppy try to rut against his palm he gave him a fist to push into. “You drop my candle and you don’t come.” Jon found a rhythm with the dildo he could match to his handjob. 

Puppy let out a broken whimper between sobs.

“Head up. Atta boy.”

The rule about quiet utterly forgotten, Puppy whined and moaned.

“Good boy.” Jon didn’t miss the strained muscles standing out on Puppy’s neck, or the way the rest of his body was shaking on the bench. “You ate up your whole treat. Are you ready to come? Let it out. That’s it, just like that, good, come for me...”

Puppy managed to keep the candle in his mouth as he climaxed, but the strength in his neck gave out before he was done spurting.

“You messy little mutt.” Jon didn’t stop milking, but he did let go of the dildo so he could see for himself that the candle went out. “Next time, you’ll hold the candle until I’m ready to take it, right?”

“Uuuuunh...” Puppy’s forehead was down on the bench, the rest of his body limp in the restraints.

“We’ll work on that,” he added softly, though he was smiling. Jon kept stroking until Puppy was finished. He eased the dildo out, chuckling when Puppy let out a low whine. “That little bitty run tire you out, Pup?” Jon stroked Puppy’s back with his clean hand for a moment, then went to retrieve the candle. “Catch your breath, good boy.” He went to the goodie table to drop off the candle and dildo, but picked up a few things before circling back.

“Uh?”

“Let’s get you cleaned up some.” Jon used the wet wipes on Puppy and the bench first, and then himself. “You were such a wiggly pup when I first found you here.” He set the wipes aside and picked up the vibrator. “I’ll have to see if I can’t get you squirming again.” He stroked and petted Puppy’s soft cock, then massaged his balls.

Puppy sighed softly, head rolling to the side.

“Time to wake up, sleepy Pup.” Jon stretched the ring and carefully tucked Puppy into it. He left the vibrator dangling by the tether and when Puppy whined, he gave the toy a prod to get it swinging. “I’m not done with you.” He glanced over and met Puppy’s foggy gaze.

“Hhnngh...” His brows pinched together, but he didn’t struggle; couldn’t. 

“I know my good boy wasn’t going to drift off without making sure I’m satisfied.” He smirked and gave the vibrator another, harder push.

Puppy whimpered, his fingers twitching.

“Let me get your alarm clock rigged up.” Jon smoothed lube over the vibrator and lifted it between Puppy’s legs. He dragged the tip up and down Puppy’s crack before prodding his hole with the head. 

“Unh.” Puppy’s breathing went uneven as the tip of the toy slid in.

“Shhh. I know my hungry pup has room for seconds. Come on...” Jon teased and twisted the vibrator, easing it slowly forward past the widest point. 

“Hnnrh!” 

“That’s it, open up a little more for me.” He worked it back and forth in shallow thrusts while Puppy whined and panted. “It’ll all be worth it.” Jon cupped one of Puppy’s asscheeks in his hand and gave the barest squeeze. “Open and swallow, Pup.”

Puppy let out a soft sound, then obeyed.

“Good.” Jon pushed the vibrator in until it disappeared, trailing the silicone cord that attached it to the ring. He stroked Puppy’s back, feeling the tension easing there while he picked up the remote for the toy. “You’re all ready for that alarm. I need you up and awake for what’s next.” He thumbed the power button and heard the vibrator come to life. 

“Ugh!” Puppy’s head came off the bench. The ropes creaked as he strained against them, whining softly while the toy pumped away inside.

“Holding that candle, you weren’t really getting to enjoy thrusting from both ends.” Jon set the remote aside and unbuckled his belt, moving to stand before Puppy. “I think we can do better.” He cradled Puppy’s face in his hands and smiled down at him, watching him flinch and squirm from the vibrator. He put his thumb in Puppy’s mouth and stroked his tongue. “Is my good boy ready to choke for me again?”

Whimpering, Puppy gave the barest nod in Jon’s hands, then nuzzled his palm.

“You really are a peach.” Jon moved closer, pushing his hips forward and lowering Puppy’s head. He thrust through his boxers, stretching the fabric and rubbing it against Puppy’s face. “Let me hear how bad you want it, Puppy.”

The ropes creaked again and Puppy grunted as he struggled to obey. His hands tightened into fists as he stretched. With the gag holding his mouth open, he didn’t have the control he was used to. He looked up at Jon with big eyes and whimpered. 

“How many hearts have you broken with those?” Jon murmured, voice low and husky. He pushed down his boxers and tapped the tip against Puppy’s lower lip.

Puppy stuck his tongue out, lapping as much as he could reach and whimpering pitifully.

“We’ll start slow.” He pushed past the gag so Puppy wouldn’t have to strain for access, and laced his fingers together behind his own head. “Show me how bad you wanna choke, Pup.”

Obedient and eager, Puppy gagged himself on the first bob of his head. 

“Eyes up here,” Jon ordered, smiling. “I get to watch.”

“Does my good boy want more?” Jon smiled down at him while he gave the plug a slow pull and push, again, and again. He also gave Puppy pumps to match with a loose fist.

With the ring gag on, Puppy couldn’t hold back a wavery groan.

“Shhh.” Jon slowed both hands. “You can be as messy as you want, Pup, but only if you keep all that noise on the inside.”

Puppy pressed his forehead to the bench and let out a soft, short whine. 

“Hmmm.” Jon went even slower, eyes on Puppy’s flexing hips and the ropes digging into them as he tried to thrust. “What if I give my good boy something to chew on while I make him feel good?” 

He lifted his head enough to nod.

“Alright.” Jon lowered both hands and walked back over to the goody table. “Look up for me.”

Puppy tightened his hands into fists and sighed, then obeyed.

“Eyes on that ceiling like a good boy. I’m not taking off your gag, so you’ll have to keep your head up.” Jon tore open one of the condom wrappers and worked it onto the butt end of a red candlestick. It was a little girthier than the dildo had been, and certainly stiffer, even if they almost matched in length. He pulled the trigger on the lighter and got the wick going.

“Anh?”

“Not another sound out of you, naughty pup.” He glanced over at Puppy. Setting down the lighter, he squeezed lube into his empty palm and made a fist around it.

His head was up, but he’d craned his neck to see what Jon was up to.

“I found something to keep that mouth of yours busy.” He held up the candle once it was lit, and felt a tingle run up his spine at the sight of Puppy’s eyes going big. Jon retraced his steps to Puppy and offered him the condom-wrapped end. “This one isn’t for swallowing, only holding.”

Puppy leaned back as far as he could in his restraints, brow furrowed.

“I want a little mood lighting while I work.” Jon leaned in to kiss his cheek, then moved the candle to where Puppy barely had to move to fetch it.

His eyes were glued to the candle flame. He panted out a little whine.

“As long as my good boy holds this candle for me, and I’ll play with him until he’s dribbling all over this bench.” Jon reached under Puppy with his free hand, smoothing the lube onto his cock with slow, firm strokes. 

Puppy made a choked sound, then took the condomed end of the candle into his open mouth.

“There you go.” Jon didn’t let go until he was sure Puppy wouldn’t immediately choke or drop the candle. “Stay nice and steady, little pup. No noise while you hold that for me,” he warned, adding, “the second you drop our mood lighting, my hands stop moving.”

He grimaced, eyes watering as he lifted his chin higher, balancing his mouthful.

“And since you already have something on your tongue,” Jon waggled the dildo in front of Puppy’s eyes, “I know exactly where I can put this.” Grinning, he took his hand off Puppy to lube up the dildo. He gave the plug a few pumps -- just enough to mess with Puppy’s breathing -- then slowly eased it out to set aside. 

Jon resumed a teasing handjob while he rubbed the tip of the dildo against Puppy’s hole.

Puppy shuddered, thighs tensing against the ropes.

“Can my clever pup swallow two things at once?” He pressed until the tip of the dildo poked in. 

A sharp inhale from Puppy was followed by a huff.

“Aww. You’re thinking too much.” He twisted his fist as he pumped Puppy’s cock. “We can’t have that...” Jon turned the dildo back and forth as he eased it deeper. “Open up, little pup,” he cooed, giving a few shallow thrusts with the dildo between steady presses. “C’mon, I know my Puppy likes to swallow.”

Puppy shivered, then gasped. His wrists jerked against the ropes, fingers twitching. He whined around the candle, then whined again, more insistent, alarmed.

“Shhh, not so loud.” Jon’s hands went still and he leaned over to check Puppy’s face. There was wax built up on the ring of the condom, but a single trickle had made its way down to the metal ring of the gag and Puppy’s lower lip. “Did the heat surprise my little pup?”

Puppy’s panting went harsh as he grimaced; he couldn’t nod without risking the candle unbalancing.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised, speeding up the handjob for a few pumps. When he felt Puppy try to thrust, Jon gave him a squeeze and timed his rhythm to meet each push. “My good Puppy. Come for me like this, and I’ll take the gag off.”

There was another sharp inhale and a wave of tension ran through Puppy from his shoulders down to his thighs. More hot wax. 

“After all those love taps you took for me, I know a little heat is nothing. “Jon patted the head of Puppy’s cock with his thumb and wiggled the dildo. All at once, it slid in deeper. “There we go. Stretching my soft little peach open.”

And then Puppy was panting again, a hint of a whine at the tail of each exhale.