shane who hasnβt been allowed to touch himself in over a week. hasnβt been allowed to come for even longer. and he doesnβt mean to be bad, really, but ilyaβs out and the sheets smell like him and he just canβt help himself. heβs not gonna come, he just needs to let off some steam.
ilya comes home earlier than expected. or maybe shane lost track of time. shane doesnβt hear him come in, doesnβt realize heβs been caught until ilya clears his throat in the doorway behind him. ilyaβs been watching for at least a few minutes at this point.
immediately shaneβs on his knees on the bed apologizing, like i swear i wasnβt gonna come itβs just been so long and i knew you would say no if i asked and and and. ilya cuts him off. shushes him, far too gently for how much trouble shane knows heβs in.
ilya coos at him, looks at him with so much pity and condescension. says maybe iβve been too mean to you, malysh. pushed you too much, maybe? shaneβs like no no i love when youβre mean to me i love it im sorry. ilya tells him to shut up, stupid desperate puppies donβt get to talk, do they? heβs harsh for just a second, then goes back to that fake nice voice. playing sweet. trying to get shane to let his guard down.
itβs okay, sweetheart. i know, i know. i think that i will let you come, since you need it so bad.
and shane knows itβs too good to be true, but heβs immediately whining, nodding his head, trying to beg without words like a good dog. ilya tells him to get off the bed, dogs as poorly trained as him canβt be trusted on the furniture. shane obeys immediately, looking up at ilya from the rug at the foot of the bed, mouth hanging open and eyes glazed. waiting for instruction.
ilya walks away and shane crawls after him, anxiety and need swirling in his stomach and making him dizzy. heβs led to the living room, where they keep anyaβs crate β what they call anyaβs crate, even though sheβs too well-behaved to ever need it, really. ilya doesnβt like locking her away, either. but itβs big, itβs got a nice thick dog bed, some pillows and plush dog toys that anyaβs never really used.
from now on, puppy, youβll sleep here. youβll stay here when iβm away. youβre too needy to be denied all the time, yes? i thought you were at least a little bit of a person, but a person wouldnβt hump my pillow like a bitch in heat, yes? you must be a very dumb, very desperate dog. i know what you need now. iβm sorry i didnβt see it earlier, sweet boy.
shaneβs whining and hesitates when ilya opens the door to let shane crawl in, but it only takes a light shove and a βgo on, pupβ and shaneβs surrendering. he crawls inside. thereβs just enough room for him to turn around and stare up at ilya through the bars of the cage, eyes wide and teary. he canβt stand the thought of not being allowed to sleep in the bed with ilya, but he canβt say that out loud.
ilya pets him lightly, gives him a sad smile. βi will miss you, puppy, but this is whatβs best for you, i think.β he pulls his hand away. βnow go on, i said you could come. show me.β
shane thinks he knows what ilya wants him to do, but he canβt turn down the idea of touching his cock, even if he knows ilya will make him stop. he wraps a hand around himself and ilya tuts.
βis that how slutty little puppies make themselves feel good?β
shane stops. shakes his head.
βgo ahead. you didnβt have any problem doing it earlier. are you embarrassed? donβt be, is just your nature, hm?β
slowly, shane lowers himself over one of the plushies. starts to hump and grind, trying to lose himself in it. feeling ilyaβs stare through the bars of the cage.
when he finally comes, ilya makes him clean up his mess with his tongue. he cringes at the texture of the wet fabric but heβs disobeyed enough for one day.
ilya doesnβt even call him good. he just says heβll take him out to pee tomorrow morning. whenever he gets around to waking up. says he hopes this new arrangement works better for shane. heβll miss having his puppy in bed but itβs really for the best that he learns his place. tells him to come as much as he wants, get those toys nice and dirty for him.
shane is whining and crying, trying to convince ilya to let him come back, to deny him and use him and hold him, not to leave him like this all alone, but ilya doesnβt listen. just turns out the light, goes into their bedroom (his bedroom, now? shane knows ilyaβs not serious, he wouldnβt change their dynamic so drastically without talking about it, knows this is his punishment, but that feels so much less real than the reality ilyaβs just laid out for him). shuts the door.
shane cries and whines and tries to get comfortable. eventually ends up humping the plushies again but he canβt bring himself to come. all he wants is for ilya to know heβs learned his lesson. wants ilya to come back and use him again. heβd take denial over this, feeling discarded and unwanted and pathetic, a needy, dumb, desperate puppy whoβs too dirty to be allowed to sleep with his master.
the next morning, ilya puts him in a collar and a leash, takes him outside to pee (they have a lot of privacy, itβs not the first time theyβve played in the yard). feeds him from a bowl. puts him back in the crate for an hour or so while ilya works out.
only when heβs done does ilya let him out. tells him heβs been such a good dog, he deserves a reward. maybe ilya can use him after all. maybe shane has earned back his right to use the bed. and then they fuck nasty about it <3
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