whitaker’s ghost

Puppy Dennis who needs enrichment or he’ll be wired all night long.

Owner Robby that is begging his pup to just please lay down and go to bed.

Owner Robby that after a long shift is exhausted and wonders if he’s too old to have a pup.

Owner Robby calling his trainer friend Jack for help

A delightfully sated pup now curled up on Robby’s chest being pet as they both doze off…

When Jack was in high school, he learned magic to impress girls. When he was in college, he learned how to hypnotise them. It was just a fun fact about himself, something he shared during ice breakers that no one ever quite believed until it was later successfully displayed upon demand at bars and frat houses. The first time Robby saw Jack, he was hypnotising a freshman into acting like a kitten. He shook his head, thinking, “Who is this fool?” Jack’s interest in mentalism and mind control faded as their medical studies intensified, but their friendship never weakened. 

When Robby returns from his sabbatical, he drops his bag in the doorway and sighs, “Jack…”

Jack dips his head back and grins lazily. He’s on the floor, by the fireplace, frantically fucking Dennis Whitaker, Robby’s student and housesitter. His boy, usually so bright and attentive, does not seem to notice his entrance. He has the same look that Jack’s college girls got when they were in a trance: his face is soft with a serene sort of blankness and his eyes are heavily-half lidded as if on the verge of sleep. His body, however, seems absolutely awake. There is nothing sleepy or unintentional about the strong doggy-style position he maintains beneath Jack. It is the product undoubtedly, of suggestion, ingrained in him just as easily as Robby’s teachings were. 

His eyes glinting with mischief, Jack pants, “Dennis, greet Robby.” 

“No, don’t you dare—Jack—” Robby jolts back in shock as Dennis instantly detaches himself from Jack, crawling away from him and towards Robby. His blue eyes find Robby, identify him, but they don’t seem to truly see him. He lacks any understanding that he is naked and drooling before his boss. But, when he grips Robby’s thighs, he feels the true power behind the touch. If Robby didn’t know better, he’d think there was desire behind it too. 

Jack comes to a stand and (still pumping his red cock) and ambles over. “Ah ah ah,” he says to Dennis, who is eagerly licking and lapping at the crotch of Robby’s jeans. “You gotta unzip yourself. He isn’t the brightest.” He pets his hair. Dennis does not react to the touch.  

Robby fights back a comment about how truly intelligent Dennis is. If he told Jack about all the quick saves Dennis has made at the hospital, the flawlessly accurate diagnoses he has made, the procedures learned that far outpace any ordinary R1, would he believe him? Robby looks down at Dennis. The denim he’s licking hasn’t been washed in months. His tongue finds the zipper and he delicately sucks on it, sucking it like it is a little penis, and his expression shows a complete contentment about this. Shit. 

“Show me what he can do,” he growls as he unbuttons his pants and tugs down the zip. His cock jerks free, striking Dennis on the nose. It turns him cross-eyed, dumbly stunning him for a moment, before he chases it with his slick, gaping mouth. Dennis’ mouth feels heavenly. Suddenly Robby feels enraged with jealousy that, while he spent three months traveling North America, Jack was here, enjoying Dennis, moulding him into a perfect design of his own making. 

the first time he had sex with robby, he practically had his arm shoved in his mouth to muffle his sounds. each thrust into his eager cunt elicited a whine which was lost to his jumper sleeve.

an ex had compared his sex noises to a bitch in heat, a barnyard animal, a pornstar whose rent was due. slowly, he'd conditioned himself to hide his voice during intercourse, so he wouldn't scare his partner off, especially now that he had robby.

robby obviously hated this. he wanted to hear every gasp, every hitched breath, every groan caused by a critical hit to the younger's cervix.

dennis's eyebrows furrowed when robby seemed to suddenly pull out, leaving him completely empty. "r-robby, what's wrong? did i do something?" he asked nervously.

dennis was about to close his legs before robby grabbed a hold of his knees, pinning them back open. the sudden action forced a gasp from dennis.

"why're you doing that? keeping those sweet little noises from me.. have i not earned them?" robby asked, looking genuinely curious, and honestly a little disappointed.

immediately whitaker went into defense mode, "no, no, not you at all! it's just, like, i don't sound pretty when i moan, i guess? i dunno, i didn't want to ruin the mood," he explained, his cheeks somehow becoming more flushed.

with this new understanding, robby's eyebrows pinched, "if you don't uncover that pretty little mouth of yours, i might have to tie up those wrists tight enough to bruise. or i could just take you over my knee and spank that plush ass until you remember every time you sit down." his hand slid from dennis's knee all the way past his chubbed little t-dick, by his dripping hole, and all the way to his peachy ass. "understand, den?" he commanded in a low tone.

well, fuck, how is he supposed to argue with that? with a slow nod and a verbal, "yes, sir," robby slid back inside until he bottomed out. for the first time, he got to hear his boy's moans. high-pitched, choppy, and definitely loud enough to make his neighbors file a complaint, but robby wouldn't have it any other way.

aftercare that night included lots of praise to build back up dennis's self-esteem. "you sound so beautiful, pup." "oh, you did so well, sweet thing." "you have no idea what your moans do to me."

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But now he's started dating Robby he really wants it to work because he's not felt this way about someone before. He's scared his true self will scare him off so he tries to keep it hidden. He keeps his distance and tries desperately to be casual. Restricting his contact to two or three messages a day, only spending one night a week at Robby's, being overly professional at work. He's convinced with this precautions in place he won't send Robby running.

Robby is so confused as to why his boyfriend barely wants to spend time with him. When they were just friends Dennis was so attentive and a constant presence. He'd send morning and goodnight texts, make sure their lunch breaks aligned at least three times a week, always looking for any excuse to spend time at Robby's. Now he's practically vanished.

Cue Robby spiralling because now he thinks Dennis never wanted more than friendship but felt he couldn't say no because at the end of the day Robby's his boss. It was Robby who suggested the first date, it was Robby who initiated the first kiss, it was Robby who wanted to become exclusive. Poor Dennis was just dragged along for the ride.

Eventually Robby tries to talk to Dennis, he's sure if they talk properly they can at least go back to being friends. He misses having Dennis around so he'd go back to what they had before if he had to. He asks him if he thinks it’s working between them or if maybe they were better as friends. Dennis panics and tries to work out what 'crazy boyfriend' shit he's done to push Robby away.

"Is it because I left my toothbrush at your house?"

"No, I didn't even notice."

"Were the home cooked packed lunches too much?"

"No, I loved those."

"Is it because I started using your aftershave?"

"No, I liked that."

Suddenly Dennis' heart drops, the list on his phone. Alphabetised baby names, each one ending with Robinavitch.

"Have you been on my phone?"

Now it's Robby's turn to panic, why would Dennis be so scared of him going on his phone. Unless there are messages on there that Dennis would rather he not sees.

"No, why? Are you seeing someone else?"

"As if! I'm far too in love with you to date anybody else."

Dennis realised what he's said, he's done it again and come on too strong. He's just about to apologise when suddenly he's being scooped up into Robby's arms as he whispers over and over how much he loves Dennis too.

there’s a new street drug. it lowers your inhibitions and creates an urgent, persistent arousal. it’s novel, so researchers haven’t quite figured out it’s biochemical mechanisms, meaning treatment beyond letting it run its course is quite limited.

dennis somehow interacts with it. maybe, when diluted, it can be absorbed through the skin. dennis is mortified as soon as he realizes what happened.

he still struggles with guilt surrounding sex, especially his guilt surrounding who he wants to have sex with. and here he is, being faced with the fact that he is going to turn into a borderline incoherent sex-crazed idiot in 10-45 minutes.

he is going over the series of events with trinity and robby in the behavioral health room.

“i just-i can’t do this. can you sedate me?” dennis stammers, barely able to look them in the eyes. “please?” he begs.

robby sighs. “no, whitaker. we don’t know what contraindications there are. the drug’s too new.” robby says while rubbing his hands together in discomfort and looking up at the ceiling tile, “do you have any uh…partners i could call and discharge you to?”

trinity lets out a mean, ill-timed laugh. “he gets absolutely no play.”

“trinity!” dennis chides. he is in a double bind, embarrassed about any intimacy, just the same as the lack there of.

“santos!” robby glares at her for making this harder than it has to be. he redirects his stare back to his intern, who is currently staring off into space like he was facing a lethal injection. “whitaker, from reports, this is very painful to wait out alone. you’re sure there’s no one you’d at least want to ask?”

robby is basically imploring dennis to shoot his shot with anyone, literally fucking anyone. he couldn’t handle this kid being restrained while crying and whining to get his dick wet anytime someone came in for vitals. besides, dennis is cute, surely he had a friend, fuck, even a coworker willing to help him out. kim always seemed charmed.

trinity lets out an even more amused, even ruder, “ha!”

“santos! out!” robby orders the woman who’s shoulders were still shaking. “go get someone to run baseline vitals.”

she shoved a hand over her mouth, muttering, “shit. i’m sorry dennis. i gotta go.”

the door clicks behind her. robby walks his rolling stool a little closer to dennis, looking up at him slightly on the patient bed. “listen i know this sucks.” he put a comforting hand on dennis’s knee, hoping his voice sounds soothing and totally not jealous at all. “but it’s my professional opinion that you should at least try to find someone to…” he hesitates on he wording. “ride this out with.” robby cringes. “shit. that sounded dirty.”

i mean, apart from uh, pt 4, of kidnapped dennis, which would be looooovely.

Can I pls request some toxic obsessed rabbot who like ... talk about Dennis amongst themselves and decide between each other that yes, they WILL be pursuing that twink and they WILL. have him and all the while Dennis is just kinda. bopping along, entirely unaware that he's being hunted?

i love your work so much ❤️

TYY!! Part four is posted + part five is in the works !! And this is a little extra treat cause toxic obsessive Rabbot is my bread and butter fr — this originally was not going to be fauxcest but…here we are, sorry it took so long!

cw. toxic! Rabbot, fauxcest (pleaseeee match my freak y’all), dubcon, use of dad/daddy + kid/kiddo, brief mention of abuse (not Rabbot), infidelity, sorry i lowks dropped some plot in the porn, not edited

he's not naive, he knows dennis will poke around a bit, and he knows he'll find them pretty soon. and, not to be vain, he knows his cock is fucking hot. it's big, and veiny, and the perfect thickness to stretch a first year intern out nice and good.

he leaves ample lube in the draw too, setting the trap perfectly. he knows dennis won't be able to resist fucking himself to an orgasm on robby's bed, not with the hungry eyes the boy keeps giving him. he wonders if dennis will realise the dildos aren't standard models from the Internet, if his cut cock head will give it away...

either way, when that pretty little intern does go poking through that draw, robby will be waiting, phone connected right to one of the hidden cameras in the room corners- rest assured, he's going to get every angle of dennis stuffing himself full in robby's bed, prostate getting abused by robby's cock even when he's hundreds of miles away.

and another one for chapter 36 (fanfic The Car's in Reverse by third_crow @itsfrthebirds )!!! because making the meme wasn't enough. i HAD to draw smitten Robby as well