#dom!ty

“Crawl, boy,” Ty instructed, voice rumbling deeply from his chest, and Jensen felt him kick the sole of his foot to get him moving. Jensen dropped onto his hands so he was on all fours and began to crawl.

Upon entering the main floor of the club, Jensen could feel the bass shaking his bones, rattling up his wrists and knees so thoroughly it set his teeth on edge. He didn’t particularly like this club. Okay, that was a lie; he hated it here. House rules: all the subs – or pets, as they exclusively called the people like Jensen here – were required to crawl instead of walk, and they weren’t allowed to stand up unless they were in private, or their Master’s demanded it of them. Jensen was just grateful his Master had permitted him to wear jeans and knee pads this time. The last time they’d come here he’d dressed Jensen in a pair of tiny leather shorts, and his knees had been raw for ages after their play evening.

Jensen didn’t mind going out with Ty usually, he liked clubbing and dancing, and if they were in a place that was a little more… inclined towards their lifestyle, he even enjoyed getting a little dirty on the dance floor in the middle of the crowd. Here though, he was so constricted to this role, he never had very much fun. But they had kept coming back, because it was one of Ty’s favourites, and Jensen was a good boy, so he went where his Master told him and did what made him happy.

Ty led Jensen over to the side of the club that had couches and tables and booths, and he sighed in relief when he saw that there were a few cushions laid out under the table they were headed for, so that the pets could kneel on something more comfortable. He couldn’t quite see what was happening on the table top from his current height, but it looked like some kind of card game, and Jensen smiled to himself. This, he was into. Being a cockwarmer for his Master while he played poker or some other game with a big group of guys; he loved how useful he felt, providing his Master with that kind of constant pleasure. Plus there were no other subs at this table, so no one would actually be able to watch him, which was even better.

“Heya, fellas,” Ty greeted the other Masters at the table, tipping his imaginary hat to them as he sat down. Jensen crawled under the table and knelt at Ty’s feet, waiting patiently for him to spread his legs so he could undo his jeans and suck down the cock that was already vaguely bulging beneath his fly.

“What’s your buy in?” Jensen heard someone ask.

“Well, I’m a bit low on cash right now, but I’m happy to offer services in exchange.”

Ty was grinning, Jensen could tell by the tone of his voice, but Jensen’s heart dropped. He wasn’t here to keep Ty happy while he played – Ty wanted to whore him out to the other players. It was something he’d threatened to do before, but Jensen had always just thought it was just dirty talk. Now, on his knees, faced with the possibility of sucking a stranger’s cock, he wasn’t feeling very comfortable with the idea at all.

“Does he bite?” Someone else above the table laughed.

“Only if you’re into that,” Ty chuckled in reply. “So, that work for everyone?” There was a general murmur of assent, and Jensen swallowed nervously, his heart beating maddeningly against his ribs.

“Room for one more?” A pair of booted feet appeared at the side of the table, presumably belonging to the deep, gravelly voice that had just asked to join in.

“Well, I’ll be damned!” Ty shouted with laughter and leant forward across the table to shake the stranger’s hand.

“Why am I not surprised to see you here?” the unfamiliar voice replied jovially.

“I am surprised to see you here though.” Ty moved over on his booth to make room, and Jensen shifted himself accordingly beneath the table so his lead wasn’t pulled taut. “This was always way more my kink than yours.”

“Eh, I still dabble sometimes,’ the stranger replied, and Jensen desperately tried to put together a picture of what he looked like. He had worn, black jeans on, frayed on the hems from age, and his boots were expensive but clearly lived in. He sounded a little older than him and Ty, and the gravel in his voice made Jensen think the guy was a little rougher looking, maybe. He sounded damn attractive though. That voice alone could melt Jensen like butter if it said the right words.

“Buy in, Jeff?” the dealer asked the new guy – Jeff. Jensen was weirdly glad he had his name. It suited him, from the little Jensen had ascertained about him so far. He wondered how Ty knew him.

“I’ll pay it after I win the first hand. Throw ‘em down,” Jeff responded cockily, and Jensen laughed to himself. This guy’s confidence could give Ty’s a run for his money, and inwardly Jensen hoped Jeff did win the first hand.

“You boys don’ mind if I take the first dip before I start passin’ ‘im around, d’ya?” Ty grunted, unzipping his pants, and Jensen’s mouth filled with a bitter taste of saliva and adrenaline. Fuck, he wished he could just stick to sucking Ty off, he didn’t want a load of strangers shoving their junk down his throat.

“Woah, you got someone down there?” Jeff asked, his body shifting as he peeked under the table to get a look. Jensen glanced to the side, eyes locking with Jeff’s and he felt his whole body flush as Jeff grinned at him devilishly. “Well, fuck me,” Jeff gave a considering once over to Jensen’s body then returned himself topside. “He a good boy for you?”

“Very good, aren’t you boy,” Ty reached below the table and gave Jensen a cursory touch on the head that he couldn’t help but nuzzle into, relishing in the praise.

“So he’s not an absolute brat like you were f’me?” Jeff laughed heartily, and Jensen’s brows rose. So that’s how they knew each other.

“Oh he likes kickin’ up a fuss if you give ‘im the chance,” Ty yanked on Jensen’s leash and he tipped forward, his head landing in his Master’s lap, lips next to his now unclothed cock. “But that’s just ‘cause he wants it rough, huh bitch?”

Ty didn’t give Jensen the chance to answer, though, because he quickly grabbed hold of Jensen’s neck and forced him down over his cock. Jensen gagged for a moment at the unexpected intrusion, but his throat quickly got used to it.

“Good fuckin’ bitch,” Jensen heard Jeff rumbled distantly, “sounds like he’s drownin’ down there, sure he can handle that?” His tone was light and joking, but there was a hesitance to the pace of his words that made Jensen think he actually meant them seriously.

“Yeah, he fuckin’ loves it, don’t you worry,” Ty assured the group, and to prove his point he thrust his hips particularly hard into the back of Jensen’s throat, producing a choked off moan from the man.

“Dirty ass slut,” another man’s voice joined the conversation, and Ty laughed in agreement.

“You got that right, here, see f’r yourself.”

A second later there was a thin, bony hand running it’s way through his hair. It was most definitely not Ty’s, and Jensen gagged. The owner of the hand clearly liked that sound, because he pushed down – hard – forcing Ty’s cock to the back of Jensen’s throat, and choking him on it. Jensen quickly reached up and tapped on the guy’s arm twice in two, distinct motions, but nothing happened. He tried with Ty, reaching up and tapping the safe signal on his Master’s thigh, but Ty just shoved his hands down off his body.

“Uh uh, no touchin’ boy,” he grunted, seemingly ignoring Jensen’s choking and the tears now streaming down his face that he must be able to feel falling on his skin, but then a moment later Ty’s hand gripped his neck and broke the stranger’s hold, yanking Jensen off of his cock. Jensen sucked in a rattling breath, coughing as the air finally reached his lungs.

To his horror, Jensen saw the man who’d been holding him down tear into his own pants and pull out his cock, which was already beginning to harden.

“Master, no, please,” Jensen’s voice was a hoarse rasp, and he chose to pretend that maybe Ty didn’t hear him properly over the noise of the club, because he kicked Jensen towards this man and guided his head down onto his cock, squeezing his cheeks so his lips opened for the intrusion.

“Good boy,” Ty grunted, petting Jensen’s neck as he began to suck the cock of his own accord. “You show him a goddamn good time, baby.”

Jensen hummed and tried to relax into the blowjob. The praise from his Master had been a nice little boost, but he still wasn’t sure he was happy sucking off anonymous strangers just so Ty could play poker and ignore him all night. It felt degrading, and not in the fun, sexy way. It felt seedy and perverted, and supremely selfish on Ty’s part.

“Fuck, put your back into it, slut,” the man receiving Jensen’s attentions growled above him, bucking his hips and getting the tip of his cock to the back of his throat. It was enough to make Jensen gag, but luckily not long enough to go any further. He pulled back, spluttering and coughing, sucking in large breaths while he had the chance.

“Where the fuck d’ya think you’re goin’, boy?” Ty growled when he felt Jensen recoil against his legs. A hand reached beneath the table and felt for Jensen’s face, turning him towards his Master before he received a harsh slap across the face. Jensen’s cheek glowed red in pain and humiliation.

“No more, please,” Jensen choked out, and earned himself another slap.

“You get over there an’ finish ‘im, you whore,” his Master leant down to reprimand him under the table. “Don’ make me look stupid.” He tugged on Jensen’s leash violently and sent him towards the still naked cock protruding under the table, the guy jerking it with his scrawny little hand in anticipation of Jensen’s return.

“You’re treatin’ him a little rough, dontcha think?” Jeff leaned toward Ty and asked the question under his breath, surreptitiously trying to sneak a peek at the other man’s cards while he was at it. His ex just laughed at him and shoved his shoulder back into his own space, hiding his hand.

“Little whore loves it,” Ty excused with a shrug and a wicked grin. “He puts up a fight because he wants you to beat it outta him.” Ty’s smile was downright malicious now.

“You two sound like the perfect fuckin’ match then,” Jeff inclined his head with a pout of consideration, looking back to his hand of cards and shaking off the brief feeling of unease he’d gotten a moment before.

He could have sworn he’d heard the sub say ‘no’, but if it was all an act then what the hell, it was none of his business. Ty had always liked things rougher than him, the CNC stuff had been something he was never interested in pursuing, and that was one of the reasons they’d wound up breaking it off. That and they could never settle on who got to Dom who. That relationship had made it crystal clear to Jeff that he was really not a Switch, and Ty sure as fuck wasn’t either.

A strangled groan from the other end of the table drew his attention, and Jeff looked up just in time to see the guy on the right side of Ty scrunching up his expression in a pretty damn horrific O face. He smirked to himself and looked away, not needing that mental image carved in his brain. But his mind did wander to the other half of the orgasmic pairing, the one who seemed to be sucking this guy’s soul out through his cock. That hadn’t taken very long at all, and he couldn’t deny that after that little display he was looking forward to his own turn. He reached down to adjust himself in his trousers, growing more uncomfortable by the second the longer his mind lingered on the man under the table.

“Jeff?”

Jeff looked around to find the dealer staring at him quizzically, and realised the circle had come back to him, and all but one player had folded. Ty still held his two cards aloft, waiting for Jeff’s decision. He pursed his lips and considered for a moment, then reached for his remaining chips and dropped them in the centre.

“All in,” he smirked at Ty, challenging him directly. “Fold or match, baby boy?”

Ty glowered, looking down at his own hand and his remaining chips – just enough to match Jeff’s bet.

“Raise,” he grunted cockily, shoving his own chips forward as he stared Jeff down.

“And what are you sweet’ning the pot with?” Jeff arched a brow, curiously. “You already put your boy to work down there, you gonna get on your knees for Daddy, like the good ol’ days?” he grinned, knowing that would never happen in a million years, but he couldn’t resist the look of fury it brought to his opponent’s eyes.

“You can have his cunt, too,” Ty offered with a smirk, and Jeff felt his dick throb against his fly. “But if I win,” he held up a hand and pointed at his chest emphatically, “I get yours.”

Jeff grinned and reached for his whiskey, swirling it around the cut crystal of the glass for a moment, pondering, before tipping it back and swallowing hard.

“I bet,” he laid his cards face down on the table, “and I call.”

“Two pair,” Ty flipped his cards over triumphantly, revealing a ten of spades and an ace, then indicated the ten of hearts in the river and the ace of spades it was laid next to. “Aces high, my friend,” he grinned. Jeff nodded, suitably impressed, before he gave Ty a guilty smile and flipped over his own hand: the other two tens. Ty’s face crumpled.

“Three of a kind, baby boy,” Jeff held up his fingers, smirking proudly. Ty growled at the use of the diminutive moniker, slamming his fist on the table. “Now, now, it’s just a game,” Jeff laughed, patting the other man on the shoulder. “But I do still want to claim my prize,” he licked his lips, eyes glancing towards the table surface, where Ty’s sub was kneeling beneath them.

“Yessir,” Ty nodded, false cordiality clearly audible in his tone. “Now’s good a time as any, yeah?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Jeff grinned wolfishly, standing up from his seat as stretching before reaching down and cupping his semi. “Winning always does get me goin’.”

“Get up here, boy,” Ty slid out of his seat and tugged his sub up behind him with his leash. Jeff took a moment to admire the man knelt before him – eyes glassy, lips swollen, and a bit of cum dripping down his chest where the open button down shirt exposed his freckled skin. Ty yanked on his leash again, and the sub choked. “I said up, bitch,” he growled, hauling the man to his feet, and then bending him over the empty table that was next to the poker game.

“Right here?” Jeff asked, a little taken aback.

“You want him, this is how you get him,” Ty grunted roughly, pulling his own cock back out and shoving it into the sub’s mouth, eliciting a groan from the man on the table.

“Your boy, your rules,” Jeff shrugged, reaching out and groping the man’s round, firm ass, that was so nicely on display for him now.

“He’s always prepped to go, you can just slide right in,” Ty grinned, fucking his own end enthusiastically.

Curious, Jeff reached around to unbutton the jeans that were between him and his prize, and quickly pulled them down, finding no underwear to remove. There was a black plug in his ass, with big block letters reading ‘SLUT’ written on the end. Jeff scoffed and rolled his eyes a little bit, before extending a hand and beginning to play with the butt plug, twisting and tugging on it so it pulled against his rim. The sub began to moan loudly, writhing around on the table and pounding his hands on the surface.

“Yeah, fuckin’ take it,” Ty groaned, grabbing his boy’s hands and holding them down on the table to get better leverage to fuck into his throat. “You gonna use that cunt, or what?” He challenged when he looked up to see Jeff watching him.

Jeff went for his own jeans and began to undo them, pulling his cock out through the slit in his boxers and stroking himself to full hardness as he continued to play with the butt plug, fucking it in and out of the hole he was about to bury himself in.

“Fuck,” Ty moaned, “gon’ make me cum.”

Jeff quickly pulled out the plug and plunged himself in. It had exactly the desired effect, the sub moaned loudly, the sound shaking his whole body and causing a chain reaction. Ty lasted two more thrusts before he stilled, cock buried deep in his boy’s throat, face contorted in obvious pleasure. Jeff grinned and pulled out, then fucked back in swiftly, setting a teasing pace.

Ty finally extracted himself from the limp body between him and Jeff, and the sub immediately began coughing, his lungs filling with desperately needed air. His hole clenched around Jeff’s cock every time he coughed, and Jeff groaned loudly, fucking into the pliant heat in front of him even harder. But then he kept on coughing, and something didn’t feel right.

Jeff stilled, looking down closely, and saw the man was crying, choking around his own sobs.

“R–rr-” he hacked, and Jeff’s eyes widened, his heart thudding in a sudden panic. “Red.”

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