‘Dennis escaped but can’t escape from the daddy and dad in his head’
It had been three month since he managed to escape.
Three months since he was found half dressed, in middle of nowhere, one of the biggest storms the city had seen in years. Pure luck he managed to stumble onto a road, the car nearly hitting him. A few hours later he was at the police station, a few more with Trinity’s arms around him while they sobbed.
He was missing for nine weeks.
Nine weeks with a collar around his throat, kneeling at their feet.
Nine weeks of “Now puppies don’t speak do they?” And “That’s what you needed right baby, your owners to take care of you?” And “Yes pup just like that, -Fuck, be a good boy for daddy”
He couldn’t identify them, the house, where he was kept.
He never saw them, eyes always taped and soft fabric tied tight. He was sure they used voice changers, at first anyways. Towards the end though it all gets abit hazy.
Soft hands and gentle lips. Safety and warmth between their bodies. In their bed. If he thinks hard enough he’s sure he can see them, truly see them, blinking up at them, hearing them sooth him, play with him. Own him.
It’s a trauma response the doctors say. A dead end the police say.
So the case stays open. But life continues. The news moves on to other stories and he gets discharged from the hospital soon after. Physically he’s in good shape. The best shape he’s ever been in actually. Well fed and almost cared for. He shudders.
Mentally he’s not so good.
He flashes back a lot. Moments of hands in his hair and the collar jiggling around his neck. Food being hand fed and fingers deep inside him. So fucking good it hurts.
He feels empty in more ways than one.
Trinity doesn’t let him sleep alone. He doesn’t mind it. Knows she’s try to comfort both herself and him that he’s here and safe.
He doesn’t feel safe. Hasn’t felt safe since he stumbled out that front door. Hearing them shout after him.
He lays awake at night. Every night. Listening to her breathing. Counting the flecks on the ceiling.
They say it will just take time. He’s been through a traumatic experience and just needs home.
But this homes sheets don’t feel right anymore. The clothes don’t feel like his and the hand across his waist is all wrong.
Going back to work helps. Although it was hard to push for it. Robby was so unsure of him coming back but he feels more himself in the ER. Feels closer to that feeling of home he’s been chasing for some reason. And if nothing else the sheer exhaustion of a shift (even if it’s just half) has him passing out to sleep some.
The gossip of his return has slowly died down too and people have stopped walking around on egg shells with him mostly.
He still feels eyes on him though, feels like someone is seeing the ‘wrongness’ that has twisted itself into him. He can never pinpoint from where.
He works like a normal person and goes home like a normal person and he pushes down the need to drop to his knees and play with the collar that has not been there in months.
It was a quiet shift. Almost boring with the amount of staff in for it. He noticed he’d only been on when there was full team. He’d been meaning to bring it up to Dana but didn’t have it in him. He’s avoid speaking a lot these days.
“Puppies don’t speak baby”
It was a rare day however with both Jack and Robby there, Jack having switched to help cover a few hours for something or other. Dennis wasn’t sure, but it felt good to have them both there. Safe. Both close. Both eyes-
He shakes his head turning from the board.
Normal, a normal person, who works a normal job and is a norm-
Dennis smashed straight into a chest, hands catching his hips before he could go too far. He flashed.
‘Fingers digging into his skin, his body pulled back over and over again. Another set hold his face up, chin tilted.’
“Fuck pup just like that. Fuck. Don’t stop- Jesus- Good boy. So fucking good for your dad yeah. Our good boy-“
Dennis blinks, his body crushing back to the present.
“Careful kid. You nearly went flyin- hey you okey? Dennis?”
Jacks hands tightened briefly, head tilting downwards to make eye contact.
His voice missing. He whimpered.
“Trauma room one! Jack with me!”
Jack held the eye contact a moment longer. Dennis was sure he saw his lip twitch. He was gone before Dennis could move. The ‘wrongness’ alittle less.
A broken arm, eye infection, case of the flu. They flicker through. Dennis works. He works and works and keeps his eyes carefully away from Doctor Abbot.
He strays closer and closer to Robby by result.
“Good job in there Mouse, ordering that ECG, good catch”
His large hand squeezing his shoulder tight.
‘His collar is tugged up, face pulled into the soft chest he knows well by now’
“Good boy Dens. My good boy, come here baby. Let daddy touch you”
Dennis throat clicks as he swallows.
The 'wrongness' lessens again.
He floats through the rest of his shift, taking a breath as he finally finishing up his charting and makes a move towards the lockers.
He passes room after room.
Normal, a normal person finishing their shift and going home. His home. The one he built. His normal home.
“I’m sorry it’s the only thing we have found to calm him down”
The young mum smiled apologetically, stroking her son’s knee back and forth.
Her phone tight in his grip.
Robby’s laugh hits like a fist to his chest.
“Not at all, the beach boys are actually a guilty pleasure. This song especially”
Robby hummed along. The occasional word coming out as he continues to work, concentration fully on the job at hand.
‘Cold tiles under his knees, the smell of bacon in the air and the soft gentle hum of music from the stereo.’
“Aruba, Jamaica, ooh, I wanna take ya. To Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama-“
‘A hand tugging his head back, fingers pushing against his lips-
-A routine. The same morning routine. Daddy’s morning routine. Robby’s-‘
His head throbbed. World spinning.
He stumbled to the outdoor stairwell, panting, sweating, body going numb. Panic building, music still bouncing around his head.
“Key Largo, Montego, baby, why don't we go”
‘Dad’s knee hard under his cheek, kneeling between his legs, fingers pulling through his hair, coconut shampoo and water against his back’
“There we go pup all clean. Smell just like dad again”
“Ooh, I wanna take you down to Kokomo, We'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow”
‘Daddy chuckles as his fingers tickle down his sides. T-shirt pulled over his head. A kiss pushed to his forehead.’
“My ticklish little pup. Hmm? All cosy.”
“That's where we wanna go. Way down in Kokomo”
“Feel good puppy. Yeah? Just like that, fucking made for us. Made to take dad’s cock”
‘Hands tugging his thigh higher, hooking it over dad’s hip.-
“Good boy Den. Such a good boy. All ours baby all ours”
-His palms pressed against his daddy’s chest. Body smushed on his side between them both. Panting into daddy’s neck, dads fingers rubbing faster and faster over his clit’
‘His daddy and his dad and
- His Robby and his Jack-‘
The needle dug into his neck before he could even react. Eyes going wide and body limp. Strong hands catching him before he could hit the ground.
“I got you pup, I got you, there you go.”
Jacks arms pulled him tight to his chest, fingers pushing his hair back as he whimpered.
“Shh, shh yeah. Yeah dad’s got you. I got you. Daddy’s coming. We got you puppy. Never letting you go again. Time to go back home.”
Dennis eyes fluttered, face pushed into Jack's neck as he hummed. The sound of a door opening and Robby’s voice again.
He was safe, he was warm, he was going home again.
The 'wrongness' finally gone.
(Heavily inspired by sacrificedagoat’s original corrupt human love series on AO3 - go check them out if dark, kidnap, pup play is your vibe✨🙌❤️)
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