in puppy mode (18+)

He used to eat whatever he could get his hands on but when he has an actual choice? Cheetos. Uncrustables. The plastic kool aid bottles and yes he’s gnawing on the top. Avocados yeah but more so inhaling any berry or fruit he can get his hands on. The only veggie Robby and Jack can absolutely get him to consume without a grimace is peas. And even that can be a hassle. Give him those chobani flip yogurts and he’s eating four in one day.

It’s partially his sensory issues with food, part of the simplicity of “carb protein fruit” (vegetable, Robby chastises him and Dennis grumbles in reply), and of course the trauma of it.

Growing up, he couldn’t leave the table until his plate was empty. When church goers brought over food or he went to some gathering, it was polite to take a bit of everything. He’s been so used to forcing his body to consume whatever was put in front of him that the first time Trinity asked what he wanted for snacks he didn’t have a reply. “Whatever you want” because he wouldn’t dare get something of his own or something he wasn’t sure he would like. Something he couldn’t finish.

So when he was the money, and the friends and partners who support his food habits (one vegetable, Dennis seriously you’re going to get scurvy) (I’m not a fucking pirate you’re the one with one leg-sorry, sorry I’m sorry) (I’m not-Jesus I think Robby would insist on corner time for that but that’s fucking funny-)

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cw: stalking, noncon, drugs , somno

Dennis: Dennis is... inexperienced to say the least. He comes from a town where houses and people are few and far between. Homelessness taught him to sneak around but he lacks self-awareness. To the untrained eye, it's passable. To the trained one, it's... almost cute. He's too polite. He closes doors that weren't closed before. He straightens out objects without thinking. Keys into a bowl. Askew picture frames straightened out upon inspection. A rumpled tablecloth absentmindedly tugged smooth. He doesn't have restraint either. He can't help himself; he steals clothes that were worn too recently. One's that haven't even made it into the hamper yet.

There's nothing predatory about the way Dennis stalks. It makes him feel ashamed, sure, but also bashful and giddy. Like sending a love letter. He was never socialized well enough. With brothers that packed into a small farmhouse and no sleepovers or friends to speak of, Dennis never grew to understand how someone else might interpret his behavior, only that it was wrong. And wrong things are kept private.

Dennis stalks out of infatuation. He'd never steal anything important-- never money or valuables. He just likes... the proximity of it. The intimacy of seeing a side of someone no one else gets to see.

Robby: Robby isn't much of the breaking and entering type as much as he is an information collector. A chief attending gets access to a lot of information on his staff. It takes a few nights for him to crack, but he pours over Dennis' records. Address, contacts, medical history, and med school transcripts. When he isn't satiated by that, well, he'll just have to get the information himself. Questions that are gentle but insistent. Where did you grow up? What do you get up to in your off time? What neighborhood do you live in? Are you a heavy sleeper? Usually, there's a conversational veneer over the questions but Robby knows Dennis would answer anything.

He likes cameras. At first it's one outside of Dennis and Trinity's apartment building. Just to make sure he gets home safe. Then he puts one in the kitchen to make sure Dennis is eating enough. The kid really needs to put on some weight. At that point, it's only natural to have one pointed at Dennis' bed. Robby turns the volume all the way up at night sleeping to the sounds of the feed static. None of the feeds are particularly interesting or juicy, but it doesn't stop Robby from wringing himself dry every night to the image of his intern passed out in his bed.

It tears him up inside when Dennis starts skipping nights at home. Robby wasn't sure where at first but an air tag in the lining of his backpack fixed that. Robby remembers the night he drove up to the that girl-- Amy's--farm. He watched through binoculars into a warm living room. A living room where Dennis sat at a table with a girl and baby. Cooking, smiling, laughing. Robby's eyes burned and the back of his neck was raw from gripping it. He knew what this meant: he was being left again.

He felt like he his world was flaying into pieces, Dennis slipping through his fingers. Robby basked in every second of attention he got and rotted away in the moments between. His sabbatical wasn't just about Dennis, not really. That was just another thing in his life that wasn't what he'd hoped it would be. The realization, however, that Dennis might stay in his home, sleep in his bed, and be kept safe in a place felt perfect. If Robby never came back, Dennis would have a piece of him forever. If he did, maybe Dennis' would grow fonder of Robby in his absence. Dennis would miss him He'd realize how much danger Robby's in. Dennis could realize he can save him.

Robby had realized that once. That if someone you loved was going to hurt themself, it was your job to help them. To pull them out of the bathtub. To put pressure on the wounds. To call 911. That's what loving someone meant. That's what being a good son meant. He just hoped Dennis was better than him at it.

Robby just likes to keep an eye on the people he cares about. He wants to make sure they're ok. And if they're leaving, he wants to know ahead of time so he can try to stop it.

Abbot: Jack isn't a violent man. He is strong, military trained, imposing. He is not cruel. He is not possessive. He is empty.

This stuff went down to his roots. Summers in Appalachia sneaking into places he shouldn't have been. Keeping lookout for his friends. The behavior really only reared its ugly head in undergrad. He never got caught but it didn't matter. A few angry boyfriends called him controlling. A girl once caught him watching in his car when she was out with friends. He learned to let it show less after that.

When he met Mikey, it was bad. Jack wanted to know where he was, what he wore, what he thought. It didn't help that Mike seemed to preen at the attention. Mike was flattered at Jack's insistence on knowing where he was, who he was with, what he was doing. He leaked like a faucet when Jack choked him. Promised over and over again to let himself be owned. Michael endlessly wanted affection and Jack wouldn't rip his gaze away if it killed him. And then it did.

Robby's grandma died. Jack's service portion of his program was coming up. Robby got a residency at in New Orleans. Jack got deployed. Jack served. Lost his leg. Lost his friends. Met Liz. He was evened out a bit by then. The grief and relearning how to live sanded down his rough edges. He lived happy, spending his days with a wife he loved. No ugly hole in his chest to fill.

There's a horrible small voice in Jack's head that says that Liz had to die so he could watch out for Robby again. It was a miserable time. Jack spent his days alone. He fucking hated being alone. He drowned out the feeling with the police scanner and extra work. Then suddenly, like a beacon of light into his life, he realized how much Robby still needed him.

It didn't come easy. Where Jack lost his edges, Robby had gained some. Robby didn't like to listen. He insisted he didn't need help, didn't want company, didn't want to be asked anymore fucking questions about his mental health. It wouldn't be enough for Jack to follow him around anymore. Robby needed to be taken care of, kicking and screaming.

Jack doesn't sleep much so he spends his nights off at Robby's. There's no urgency to it, no flustered panic. He's there for him at the edge of his bed and he hopes it's enough for Robby to feel it. Measures get more drastic once Jack realizes that Mike is losing sleep over a med student. The poor thing can't sleep, won't eat. Jack resorts sleep aids and an occasional IV. The sleep aids mean that Robby sleeps like a stone. Jack has no problems curling round him, petting his hair, whispering into his ear how much he loves him. He wonders if Mikey feels it the next day. If he can feel all the love inside of him, the stretch of it. If Robby won't take it awake then at least he can take it sleeping.

Jack is furious about the kid. At first. Then he realizes that that's sort of like being mad a wet kitten in a cardboard box. Whitaker is almost endearing. The best of Robby when he was young: clumsy, foolish, and naive. He's not very aware, doesn't notice Jack in the shadows of the house when he sneaks in. Robby doesn't play the camera feed on his phone on nights Dennis is "out late," opting for the tv instead. The little thing doesn't even check Robby's laptop. Jack would kill to see the look on his face when he figured out where the camera in his shower was hidden.

He watches as Dennis rummages through laundry on the floor, smells bottles of conditioner and cologne, even looks through a photo album. He watches him gingerly sneak out of the house when he's done, leaving the place ever so slightly nicer than it was before he left. He decided he needed Dennis on a few night shifts after that. It was only days before Jack noticed his laundry missing.

Jack would never let Robby go on his suicide mission. He'll dismantle that ugly fucking bike if he has to. So he catches Robby on his way out the door. Convinces Robby to let Jack call in a favor and take him out for a drink before he goes. One last one, an occasion he wouldn't want to miss.

Jack hits Robby with a syringe of versed on the couch of his apartment. It takes a minute, but he settles Robby in the bedroom. Chain around his neck, anchored into the floor. A few days of special treatment should have this all worked out Jack thinks. Robby might even get a treat if he's good.

Robby sobs, cries, screams into a muzzle but eventually he learns to take it. He just needed a little forcing. Needed someone else to take control. After two days, he lets himself accept some love. He lets Jack handfeed him, bathe him, pet him. By the end of the week, they fall into something perfect. Jack unchains Robby for the first time. It's a rare Saturday off for Jack. He's on the couch, Robby on the floor between his legs. Jack pets Robby's hair as a movie plays in the background. Taking short glances at his phone every few minutes.

whitaker on the bed, robby eating him out.

theyve been at it for nearly half an hour, dennis has cum 3 times. he's squirming and crying and writhing but jack is keeping him firmly in place. petting his hair, squeezing his cheeks, shoving his fingers through the lax mouth, simply playing with the boys mouth at a certain point.

"shhhh kid. don't make 'em mad" abbot laces his fingers through whitakers hair and scratches at his scalp.

"please- fuck! please stop dr robby, please-"

sub!dennis presents at 18 and his non-dynamic parents don’t know what to do with him, so they send him away to be managed at a govt sanctioned facility.

drugged to the gills to keep him compliant when he arrives, and under threat of punishment once they wear off

he’s scared out of his fucking mind and embarrassed and on edge, but the first time medical staff doms!jack and robby put him into subspace all of a sudden nothing else matters. when he comes back up he realizes all the shit he did while he was under, but it’s just so hard to resist their commands, and it feels so good to obey and he’s never really had encouragement and attention like this before so when jack and robby tell him that. they’re going to keep him and he’s helpless to say no (literally)

this took me so long but only because stuff got in the way, not because it's not genius. 

Anything you need, brother, you just let me know. You start thinking dark thoughts, you call me. I'll take them on for you. 

Somehow, Robby doesn't think that when Jack told him this, made this offer, he was thinking about it in relation to Robby's depravity. It was meant to be about him not offing himself, he knows this, but. 

He hasn't wanted to end things for a long while now. Not in any serious kind of way. What he does want to do? Absolutely fucking destroy his student. Which, honestly, might be worse. 

That's not just his life he's ruining. It's the kid's. Whitaker, who's so goddamn young and fresh and bright-eyed. Whitaker, who hasn't been hollowed out by this career yet. He still has hope and passion and, God, Robby wants to take him apart. 

He can't, obviously. He's the chief attending, and Whitaker is a student. His direct report. Well, not even that. Robby has layers of authority over him. Technically, Whitaker's direct supervisor is probably Langdon or McKay. Then him. 

Still, he can't lay a finger on the kid. Not yet. Maybe, when Whitaker graduates. When he's a physician on staff, and not so painfully wide-eyed. Maybe. Until then - hands off, Robinavitch. 

It's just that … well, just because he's resolved not to do anything about the fantasies rolling around in his mind, doesn't mean they're not all still there. Intoxicating. He jerks off, alone, in bed, thinking about Whitaker's mouth stretched around his cock, and then he has to go to work with the image burned in behind his eyelids. 

He needs an outlet. He needs some way to … expel this. 

So, Jack. 

And Dennis doesn’t want to… he’s so embarrassed and Robby looks so handsome when he touches himself and Dennis was self conscious about his sexual acts anyway but Robby wanted him too and Dennis really did want to, just to have Robby either praise him or be grossed out.

So Robby sat in the worn leather chair in their bedroom, telling Dennis he could do whatever was most comfortable, whatever he did when he pleasured himself regularly.

And Dennis was so red as he said he didn’t pleasure himself regularly, but when he still had to masturbate he usually didn’t do it in a bed. Robby watched, eyes dark and hot as he tracked Dennis as the younger grabbed a pillow from the bed and tossed it to the floor.

Dennis’s hands shook when he grabbed under the bed for his backpack. Robby knew it was there, just knowing Dennis kept his papers and his important documents there, much to Robby’s chagrin. He opened up the small front pocket and pulled out something small and blue.

“I dunno if it’s still got any charge…. Usually holds…” Dennis said and looked at the floor as he offered the small vibrator, one end with a button and the other with a suctioning little crater.

Robby took it, barely the length of his fingers, thick as maybe two, not particularly notable in weight. The silicone covering it was soft and giving it the slightest give, but it was hard underneath, the divot was shallow and Robby let his thumb roll over it. Small... Couldn't be very powerful... He handed it back over.

Dennis took it and didn't move to remove his sweatpants before kneeling down in front of Robby, a few feet from the older man. He did reach to the bottom of his baggy blue sweatshirt and pulled it up and off, leaving him in his snug ribbed white tank top.

Robby smiled at him, so handsome, beautiful muscular arms, pale chest, nipples puffing up under the cotton, all slim and perfect.

"Quit smiling at me like that, you're not even supposed to be here." Dennis grumbled, glancing up to see the way Robby's eyes were devouring him. He was already wet in his pants, he didn't need the extra attention.

"It's my show. Keep going, come on." Robby encouraged, voice gone a little deeper, quieter in the space between them. Dennis let out a small whimper as he pulled the pillow to him, folding it in half, wading it up until it suited him. He let his head hang down as he shoved it between his knees, feeling the pressure against his butt and thighs had an immediate effect, making his core ache.

Dennis peeked up at Robby as he turned the vibrator in his hand, feeling till the button was under his thumb, the all so familiar shape and size felt good in his hand. It was small, nonthreatening, not scary. Dennis swallowed as he let his eyes stay on Robby's soft house shoes.

The toy was cold as he shoved it and his hand under the waistband of sweatpants and loose underwear. Ideally he'd have on his tighter panties but the briefs he'd become comfortable with made him feel better about himself. He let his bottom lip slide between his teeth as he moved the toy, hand catching on wet hair and slick skin until the toy's cup was around his clit. It had been so long since he'd used it, since he'd been able to steadily take his HRT, he didn't realize how well his cock filled the space.

It felt so right.

Dennis closed his eyes, back bending a bit as he curled in on himself, letting the pillow support his hand as he held the button down. Dennis let out a breath, leg muscles clenching, abs grabbing as the soft buzzing shot through him. He let his free hand fall to the floor, leaning forward as his mouth fell open, silent as he found the right angle.

He found it, the pressure of Robby's soft pillow against him, how it held the toy up to him loose in his fingers, how he could shift and rub the tip of his clit against the strongest vibrations, how he was already starting to shiver. It was overwhelming, his eyes pricked up with tears as he rocked, hips rolling down, arm keeping him up buckling, sending him lower to his elbow, changing the position and suddenly he got that cold feeling and he was seizing up, hips going from rocking to thrusting, rubbing back and forth, fucking his hips hard against the toy as his throat burned and-

"Rob-by" Dennis choked out, the sound barely there as he shook, sucking in breaths as his hole clenched around nothing, muscles going loose where they'd been all tensed up. He clicked the toy off and didn't move to pull it or his hand away from his pants.

He laid there, forehead pressing into the wood floor, hips pitched up on the pillow, knees spreading, shaking as a cold sweat chilled down his spine.

"Sweetheart that was perfect. You looked so good fucking you're little toy. Thank you for letting me see." Robby praised as he bent out of his chair, hands pulling at Dennis till he was coming up into his lap. Dennis sniffled as he pushed himself up and into the older's lap, straddling him, feeling wet and open. Toy falling to the floor somewhere.

"You should see yourself, so sexy fucking your cock against it, rubbing your cock against a pillow like a desperate frat boy. So hot, my little darling." Robby praised and Dennis found himself giggling at that. Of course Robby would say something like that. Dennis let himself be held, drifting off here and there, barely nothing when there was a blanket pulled up over him, when he was turned to sit across Robby's lap.

Sometimes he gets in trouble because he just really likes to run around properly, and that's not what these shows are about. So when he's taken for walks outside during breaks, sometimes he makes a little dash for it. He always comes back! He's a good boy! He just really wants to get rid of all his energy, and he's never entered into the agility classes even though he'd love to run through tunnels and jump over tiny hedges!

Jack and Robby who decide to take a break from their medical conference and take a look around the city. Robby's speaking role is finished and neither of them have much interest in networking, and there's a show event going on at the ground floor of the conference centre.

"Don't make that face. You were the one who said he was bored."

"I said I didn't want to network with anyone that Gloria recommended. I said it would be nice to see more of the city than the inside of our hotel room-"

"Not usually what you say-"

"I didn't say I wanted to see some poor creatures being paraded around in a thinly veiled flesh market."

Jack's smirk softened, tilting downwards to match his gaze.

"Yeah, I know, Mikey. But I - I have to admit I'm curious, you know?" The silence carried on for a beat longer than approval or understanding would suggest. "Oh, don't make that face at me. I'm not - I don't want to go just to gawk. I guess. I wanna - I dunno, educate myself. Be more informed. I'm not trying to endorse it, I'm trying to understand it."

Robby grimaced, sighed, but let his legs follow Jack as they made their way down past the floors hosting the medical conference, shoulders tensing as the most obviously off-duty doctors and nurses made way for people dressed far too immaculately for their dirty business.

He tuned out as Jack paid the almost-certainly exorbitant entry fee, pulled a grimace at the receptionist who handed them their passes, and let Jack lead them into the unknown.

****

So far, everything had passed him by in a kaleidoscope of swirling fur particles, the scent of anxiety and excitement and, very occasionally and very troublingly, arousal, and a cacophony of noise that the comparatively staid lectures on emergency response times hadn't prepared him for at all.

They had passed all the trade stands selling any number of pseudo-science bullshit alternative hybrid medicine, treats to keep them sweet (Jack's mouth had become thin and tense as they passed), and eye-wateringly expensive insurance plans for the apparently pampered darlings being shown off.

The darlings themselves were all confined to little booths where they were all either napping or sitting on little stools while being combed and spritzed and tweaked like they were nothing more than a doll's companion toy.

Most of them didn't seem interested in Jack or Robby, or any of the visitors strolling around. Even when they weren't sleeping, their eyes were half-lidded and slid over them like water over smooth rock.

The one exception was a lithe, curly-headed puppy with big blue eyes with oddly pronounced bags underneath them that strangely did nothing to detract from the cheerful disposition.

He had a small smile on his face and one of his ears flopped at the tip as he looked around at all the new faces coming and goin. His tail kept up a permanent, steady wag, and Robby could tell the moment the omega made eye contact with Jack, because suddenly they lazy wag was threatening to become a small cyclone.

"Hi!"

His voice was bright and eager, and Robby was resigned to his fate as soon as he saw Jack's answering grin start to spread across his face, changing it and making his eyes sparkle in that incorrigible way that Robby loved so much.

"Hey, buddy." Jack loped closer, hands in his pockets like he was capable of concealing his excitement from Robby at all. "You're looking very handsome today."

The kid beamed from between the pecking fingers of his handler, who paid no more attention to Robby and Jack than he did to his hybrid as he fussed and fluffed over his hair and the area where it weaved together with the soft curls of the fur on his ears.

"Thank you! I got grass seeds in my ears today." There was an ever so slight downcast to his voice and eyes, tail wagging slowly almost imperceptibly.

"Oh yeah? They stick like hell, you manage to get 'em all out? Don't want an infection setting in if you miss any."

The omega started to nod, but the movement was abruptly halted by his handler grabbing at his soft, perfectly-groomed ear and turning it inside out.

"I think we got them all, didn't we Dennis?" The man mused, pulling Dennis' turned-out ear this way and that, angling it towards the light.

His head lolled with the movement, eyes still on Jack and flicking once briefly over to Robby, who had been standing back, hands in pockets and eyes vaguely absent, letting Jack take the lead in the conversation. When he saw the kid looking at him, he summoned a weak smile and was rewarded with a tail twitch and a brightening of the kid's own expression.

"Denny, how have you managed to get knots behind your ears since I last did them?"

He spoke to Dennis, but rolled his eyes at Jack as he took a fine, metal-toothed comb to the incredibly soft, crinkly fur at the base of Dennis' ears and started to pull briskly through it. There was a slight tightening at the corners of Dennis' eyes, but no complaints.

"I've never handled one that hates being indoors as much as this one. Constantly pestering to go outside, and then he runs off half the time."

"No I don't!" This gets Dennis nothing more than another roll of his handler's eyes. "I always come back, it's not like I'm running away! I just - like to run around. It's not the same thing."

Jack doesn't know why the poor kid is looking at him like he's imploring him to believe him, but he feels the inexplicable need to reassure.

"Hey, I get it, kid. If I don't get out for a run or some time on the court at least once a week, I go stir crazy."

"He's not lying. It's insufferable."

A small, delighted sound leaves Dennis' mouth at Robby's dry interjection, and Jack is strangely satisfied to see both of them pink up a little bit. Robby's shoulders are starting to inch down from where they've been hunched up near his ears, and his eyes have those particular crinkles they get when he's looking at something or someone he's fond of.

Jack couldn't have anticipated that it would all be shattered so quickly.

"So, are you in the market for one?"

There was half a second where the question didn't quite register, and by the time reality caught up and comprehension sank like a stone in his belly, it was still too late for him to reach over and somehow forcibly close the man's mouth.

"Hybrids are a lot of work, but they're rewarding, especially if you're looking to get a litter out of them. You have an alpha you're looking to stud? Denny's fit for breeding and his owner is considering offers."

Robby's face falls like a cave-in at the narrowest point. His eyes dim and cast around for something else to look at while his lips tighten. Jack knows the signs all too well, knows when he's looking at Robby trying his very best not to take his rage out on or in front of someone who doesn't deserve it.

Jack doesn't think the handler will ever suspect just what Dennis' presence has saved him from, but he does have the time to feel a dull but keen ache in his chest at the sight of the hybrid's devastated face as he watches Robby walk away and Jack turn on his heel to follow.

He hesitates for a second, torn between watching the impossibly tense line of Robby's back and staying just a little longer to -

To do what? To rescue Dennis? One of countless unfortunate hybrids in the country, one of hundreds in this conference centre?

Jack swallows as he wonders whether the law would count it as theft or kidnapping. Chastises himself because he knows damn well what the answer is before the thought even ran its course.

He lifts his eyes to meet Dennis' blue, suddenly hollow ones. Feels like he owes him that at least.

Hey so I LOVE this!! Hope you don’t mind that I maybe killed a dove about this (get it…dead dove…do not eat…please tell me you guys get the joke). This is probably the last ask I’m answering for my 500 follower party!! If you sent me one and I didn’t answer it, I’m so sorry 💔 Always send me asks whenever you want tho!! Do not be discouraged or think I hate you!! I’m just going on a trip (leaving tomorrow) and couldn’t get around to everyone

Y’know, it was a little fucked up. Dennis didn’t mind, though. He used to have so many worries…working, student debt, no house or car. Now, he was just Jack and Robby’s boy. Sure, he had fought it at first, when they dragged him home, kicking and screaming, and locked him in the basement until he swore to behave. He didn’t exactly love getting drugs slipped into his meals, but he understood now! It had to happen!

And now he was so happy. So relaxed and free. Everything he ever wanted got handed to him by his daddies. Well…there was one thing. A pet. He’d always wanted one, a dog that didn’t have farm chores or a cat that wasn’t just there to catch mice. No, he wanted something he could love and spoil.

“But you’re our pet,” Jack protested with a smile one day, when Dennis had voiced his want. “You’re our baby, our pup. Why would you have one? Just doesn’t make sense, sugar.” And he’d kissed Dennis on the head and he had decided, oh, well, best to put the thought out of his mind.

Then, the road trip. It had been Jack’s idea, and Robby had protested for a while. “What about Denny?” he heard Robby whispering one night. “I think he’s grown out of running off, but I’d rather we didn’t find out.”

“Oh, you have no faith in our sweet boy,” Jack chuckled. “He’ll be good. We can tie him up, if we need to.”

So, there they were. Dennis was on his best behavior, of course. Occasionally, Jack or Robby would swap turns driving and maybe one of them would ride in the back with Dennis, holding him and loving on him throughout the ride. For the most part, they sat together in the front and left him with some toys and faith that he would behave in the back.

They were stopped at a gas station, about to head to a motel for the night. Jack stood outside, pumping gas and watching Dennis. He always kind of liked how Jack and Robby watched him, sharp eyes tracing his every move. He hadn’t made a break for the door in months now, and he was pretty well happy with the arrangement, so he didn’t plan on running any time soon. Still, he liked that they thought he would. That they thought they had to keep an eye on him. That he was precious and loved enough to be wanted, to be kept.

Dennis sat up suddenly as he heard a commotion outside. By the time he saw what was happening, Jack had another man pinned on the ground. The guy was covered in old blood and had this animalistic look about him. The driver’s door was open, as if he’d tried to take the car while Jack was two feet away. Well, pretty shitty carjacking plan, Dennis figured, but he didn’t blame him too much. The guy was all half healed bruises and dried blood, plus an additional bruise Jack had probably given him.

Robby came out of the gas station. He and Jack corralled the guy so that he had his front against the car, both looking around for any potential witnesses. Dennis didn’t know what they were about to do, but he had always kind of figured he wasn’t their first kidnapping job. He was, however, the first they’d kept alive. So, he rolled his window down and stuck his head out.

“Pup, stay in the car,” Robby soothed, kissing his head.

The guy leaned against the car looked at Dennis with big eyes, eyes that didn’t match his face. He looked pretty rough, like he could handle himself, but right now his eyes were pleading with Dennis. And, God, he knew that look. “Help,” he mouthed, as if Dennis wasn’t just as bad as Jack and Robby.

Jack and Robby were whispering together about what exactly to do with him. Honestly, this was just an innocent vacation with their kidnapping victim. They really didn’t want to soil the trip with some police investigation. They only had two days of their trip left, anyway, as they were on their way back to Pittsburgh.

“Can we keep him?” Dennis asked, not really thinking about it before he said it. Something about those desperate eyes caught his attention.

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Keep him? No, baby.”

Dennis gave his prettiest pout. “Why not?”

“Well,” Robby sighed. “It’s a lot of work. It would be easier to just…”

At Dennis’s little frown, they relented. The guy, Pope, he said his name was, was given a stern lecture by Robby and Jack, and tied up and put in the back by Dennis for the ride.

“How do we get out?” Pope whispered to Dennis, looking around the car frantically.

Dennis smiled. “You don’t. It’s nice, when you just let it happen.”

And he fought it. Of course he fought it. Dennis couldn’t blame him, he did it too. Only, Pope was harder to break. They were well into a month of Pope sitting in the same locked room Dennis used to sit in, only by now Dennis was accepting meals and affection from Jack and Robby. The only person that Pope let near him without trying weakly to fight was Dennis.

“Pup, don’t go in there,” Robby warned. “Your pet needs to be domesticated first.”

Dennis pretty well minded them, but…he just couldn’t help myself. Pope had been slipped a drug earlier, Dennis had watched it dissolve in the drink Jack had forced him to take. So, what was the harm?

Pope was lying on the hard mattress, staring at nothing and blinking slowly and sluggishly. Dennis crept in quietly and sat down beside him, watching him flinch a little as he reached a hand out to comb through his curly hair.

“It’s okay,” Dennis cooed. “It’ll feel normal soon.”

i'm so huckleabbot pilled lately

dennis fought, of course he did, but it was weak and uncoordinated. he hadn't eaten in at least a day. his yelps and shrieks were ineffective on account of how rusty and unused his voice was. the coffee shop that would give him water sometimes changed their policy.

he was just so cold. the hands that grabbed him weren't exactly welcome, however, they were warm.

the room they put him in was plain. few decorations, beige carpet, a big foam roll on the floor. there was a collar on his neck and something jingled on it, but he it was too tight on his throat for him to get a good look at it. it was locked onto him somehow. 

it was a room though. and a bed. and there was a bowl full of water in the corner. the heat kicked on recently, and the domestic sound nearly made dennis tear up. it was his wildest dream and his worst nightmare. 

jack and robby were listening in the hallway. robby whispered, not wanting the sound to travel, "why hasn't he tried the door yet?" it was locked, obviously, but robby couldn't understand not at least testing it.

however, he couldn't have been more wrong. his hot, older, middle aged boyfriend had the sex drive of a horny teenager. he wanted to be on dennis, *in* dennis, loving on dennis every hour of every day. every night dennis would be pressed back into the pillows and fucked so hard that his head spun and there were stars in his eyes when he came, and that would only be the beginning.

since robby couldn't really get hard more than once a night (though this didn't deter his arousal in any way), he'd find other ways to pleasure his beautiful younger boy. he'd grasp dennis by the hips and bury his tongue inside his gaping pussy, licking and gulping at the mixture of his boyfriends slick and his own spent cum, flicking at his chubbed up clit and making dennis cry out and his back arch, hands in robby's hair to pull him closer, deeper.

robby would fuck dildos in and out of dennis until the younger was drooling down his chin, all the while whispering praise and love to him, telling him what a good boy he was to be so open and willing for robby to have his way with him. he'd pinch dennis's nipples and leave hickies all over his neck and chest, and between his thighs. he was fucking obsessed with his boyfriends body.

in a turn of events he never could've expected, dennis was now collapsing asleep every night with an average of two or three mind blowing orgasms an evening, all at the hands of his horny, horny robby. he'd never been so sated in his life. he'd even wake up in the mornings with his boyfriend between his legs, blinking hopefully up at him to gain permission to eat him out for breakfast. it was a pretty nice start to the day.

maybe that was why when dennis said he was going to finish out his residency at a rural hospital, robby went to home depot instead of a bar.

it was just that…dennis was his. whether the boy knew it or not, robby needed him. ever since that first day in peds, when dennis had stumbled upon him in his sorry state, robby had grown attached in a dire way. and dennis needed the direction. he needed the squeezes and the chastising and the direction. dennis needed robby too.

if dennis thought he wanted to leave robby, he’d have to do it kicking, scratching, and screaming. (although, that would be such a big tantrum for his perfect baby.)

it was stupidly easy. robby couldn’t believe how trusting and naive his little boy was. it assured robby that he was making the right choice. dennis would’ve been hurt sooner or later by a much less benevolent creep.

dennis didn’t question why robby invited him over for one last dinner, and then only gave him chicken tenders and fries. he just asked if robby had ranch. hidden valley specifically, ‘because the other ones are gross.’ robby just fondly shook his head, drinking in the pout dennis could barely conceal. the amount of ketchup he used for three chicken tenders was a little obscene, but robby wasn’t going to deny his baby that.

he gave dennis a glass of apple juice, not watered down (yet). it had to cover the taste of what he’d snuck in.

dennis was half way through his bowl of ice cream when he said, “dr. robby, i feel funny.”

robby walked away from the counter he was wiping down. “really, denny? what’s wrong?”

“i um-my brain’s going slow.” robby pretended to be concerned. “i’m really tired.” dennis was searching for words and diagnoses he was sure he had somewhere in his mind. syncopal episode, possible TIA, ocular migraine, they all alluded him.

robby nodded, not being able to resist cupping dennis’s cheek and rubbing his thumb against the bottom of dennis’s eye bags. “you should lie down.” dennis tried to stand, but his legs were jelly. “whoa there, buddy. let daddy help.”

dennis couldn’t even formulate an opinion on robby calling himself daddy, and when they got upstairs, dennis paid no attention to the state of the room he was deposited in.

privacy films on the windows, alarms and locks fixed to the sills, no internal doorknob…a plasticky racecar bed.

robby shushed dennis as he gently undressed him, putting on the appropriate clothes for a little boy.

Not like he could get toys sent to the farm, and there are no sex stores in Broken Bow. Then he was homeless, and every penny went to food and his med school bills.

So maybe he's never really understood the appeal of jerking off. And none of the very, very few partners he had ever gave enough of a shit to check he also came before promptly kicking him out. So even sex was more trouble than he thought it was worth.

All this to say when pleasure dom Abbot finally gets his hands on the kid, he blows Dennis's fucking mind.

And then cut to Jack with a vibrator and a bullet, Dennis writhing and squirming so pretty in front of him. Jack splayed out between his boys thighs, getting to see up close which settings and angles get the best sounds out of Dennis until suddenly-

"Wait, Jack- I- I think I have to pee." Fucking music to Jack's ears, "No, no really I have to- fuck I'm gonna piss- let me up! Let me-" Dennis starts scrambling, so embarrassed, muscles clamping down out of his control, nearly crying "Jack really- ohmygod I'm gonna- I'm gonns piss your bed!"

Jack just holds his thighs down with his biceps, forcing Dennis to stay in place, to take it while Abbot keeps the settings and pressure just right.

Dennis slaps his hands over his eyes, keening as he tries to hide from the shame of it.

And then Dennis comes so hard he nearly arches off the bed, whiting out. Sounding like someone just kicked him in the stomach.