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Jack: You've done a good job this week, pup.
Jack: You'll get your reward tonight.
Jack: Have a nice shift. Love you ❤️
Those were the messages Robby woke up to at 5:30 AM, and it felt like someone lit a fire beneath him. He buzzed with excitement as he flew through his morning routine, his mind (and dick) focused on one thing: Jack. Or, more importantly, what Jack had in store for him.
Jack had set him up with a “challenge” several weeks ago. It involved things like taking his medication every day, drinking more water than coffee, getting at least seven hours of sleep a night, and eating a minimum of two full meals a day. Jack had been keeping tabs on Robby—as best as he could, given they worked opposite shifts—and hadn’t yet been satisfied with Robby’s performance.
Until now.
Robby walked into the Pitt with a cheery smile, stopping Mohan dead in her tracks. She glanced around nervously.
“Are you…okay?”
Robby just shook his head, a smile still plastered across his face. “It's Friday, Dr. Mohan. What's not to smile about?”
His shift, thankfully, was over in the blink of an eye. At times, he was fully engrossed in work, his mind completely taken off of Jack and whatever they would do in his bedroom later. But, whenever there was even the slightest lull, Jack's words resurfaced in his mind, and a shiver went through his body.
Good job this week, pup.
7 PM couldn’t come soon enough.
For once, Robby left on time, hustling out of the Pitt with a hasty salute. He made it home in record time, finding Jack setting dinner on the table. He came up behind his boyfriend and hugged his waist, burying his face into Jack's shoulder.
Jack smiled. “Hey, baby. How was work?”
Robby huffed. “Fine. Less talk. More…” he trailed off, digging his fingers into Jack's hips, trying to silently signal the arousal that had been pulsing through him all day. Jack's shoulders shook as he laughed.
“Alright, alright. Let's eat first, though, yeah?”
After dinner, Jack sent Robby to the bedroom while he cleaned up. His only instructions were to undress and kneel on the floor at the edge of the bed.
Robby did as he was told and waited for Jack to arrive. He jolted slightly when the door opened, then settled as he heard Jack softly pad into the room. A hand settled on his shoulder, and something smooth and long was held against his cheek. The sound of metal clinking echoed in the small room as Jack circled the object loosely around his throat.
Jack fastened the leather collar around his neck. He'd had it custom made for Robby—thick black leather with gold stitching, Property of Jack Abbot emblazoned on the inside in fancy script, and a gold O-ring at the front. The sensation of the cool material against his skin, accompanied by the click of the lock sliding into place, immediately made Robby’s brain go fuzzy. He sighed, leaning into Jack's touch as he raked a hand through his hair.
“Such a good boy,” Jack murmured. He leaned down and kissed the crown of Robby’s head. “My perfect boy.”
He stepped away for a moment to grab something from the wall behind Robby, and another metallic click told him exactly what it was. Jack came back around in front of him, now holding the end of the leash that matched his collar.
“Come.” Jack tugged at the leash, even though he really didn’t need to. Robby would’ve come anyway, but Jack knew he liked it when he pulled.
Robby crawled forward until he rested on his knees at Jack's feet, gazing up at him with wide eyes. Jack smiled.
“You've been so good this week, pup. Following all my orders. You deserve a reward, hm?”
Robby whined, inching closer until his head rested on Jack's thigh. Jack ran a hand through Robby’s hair and then gripped it hard, forcing another, higher pitched whine from his throat.
“Words, puppy.”
Robby swallowed. “Yes, sir, please.”
“Good boy.” Jack let go of Robby’s hair and brought his hand down to scratch under his chin. Robby’s eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.
“What do you want as your reward, sweet boy?”
Robby had been thinking about this all day, and even in the half-under state he was in, he still had his answer ready. “Want to suck you off, please, sir, and…and then fuck you, please. Please, sir?”
“Of course, baby boy,” Jack murmured. “We can do all of that.”
He tugged on Robby’s leash again, harsher this time, bringing his face closer until his nose brushed against Jack's wiry pubes. He took a deep breath, inhaling Jack's scent. Jack huffed out a laugh.
“You want me to fuck your mouth, pup?”
Robby squirmed. “Please? Please, sir?”
“Only because you asked so nicely.”
Jack's hand curled around the back of his head and pulled him in until his face was buried in his cunt. Robby opened his mouth obediently, sticking out his tongue to lick at Jack’s wet folds. He clenched his hands in tight fists behind his back. Jack didn’t say not to touch, but he also didn’t say Robby could—and he wanted to be a good boy for Jack.
“Fuck, that’s it pup, just like that,” Jack groaned. He grinded his cunt against Robby’s face, smearing his arousal across his nose and mouth and cheeks and chin. Robby moaned in response, opening his mouth wider so that Jack could use him.
“So perfect for me,” Jack cooed. He rubbed his cock along Robby’s nose before letting him wrap his lips around it. “Jesus.”
He yanked on the leash again, and Robby teetered on his knees unsteadily. He opened his eyes to send Jack a wordless plea, his palms burning as his blunt nails carved crescents into them.
“You can touch me, pup, it’s okay,” Jack said. Robby let his arms wrap around Jack's legs, running his hands up the sides of his toned thighs and around to squeeze his ass. Jack laughed, tightening his grip on the leash.
“Someone’s eager,” he teased. Robby just moaned as he continued pushing his tongue deep into Jack's cunt.
After another minute of Jack using his face as a glorified fleshlight, he took a step back, out of Robby’s reach. Robby couldn’t help the whine that ripped from his throat as he reached desperately for Jack.
“Don't you want the second part of your reward, silly?”
Robby’s eyes widened and he nodded so hard that he got a twinge in his neck. Jack strode toward the bed and tugged on his leash. Robby diligently crawled over and settled at Jack's feet as he sat.
“Do you want to choose which cock to use, or should I?”
Robby hummed. “You can choose, sir.”
Jack ruffled his hair as he stood, heading toward their dresser and opening their toy drawer. “Such a sweet puppy. Wait there, I'll get everything we need, okay?”
Robby sat patiently as Jack rummaged through the drawer, pulling out a long, thick strap and Robby’s harness. He always liked letting Jack choose what he wanted to be fucked with. What mattered the most to Robby was that he made Jack feel good.
“Okay, up, baby, gotta put this on you.” Robby stood, biting back a groan as his knees creaked. Jack tried and failed to suppress a giggle.
He eased Robby into the harness one leg at a time and tightened it around his hips. The cock he chose had a grinding pad which pressed against Robby’s clit. He whined involuntarily as he shifted and it rubbed against the sensitive nub.
“You want me to ride you?”
The utter neediness that Robby had been feeling all day suddenly caught up with him, hitting him like a freight train. He couldn’t stand another second without being inside Jack. He swallowed, using every atom in his body to hold himself back.
“Can I—can I be on top, sir?”
Jack's eyes widened, and he smiled. “Of course, pup. Let me lie down.”
Jack climbed on the bed and laid flat on his back, resting his head against the pillows. He beckoned Robby closer, first with his hand, then with a sharp tug on his leash. Robby clambered on eagerly and positioned himself between Jack's legs.
“May I—please—”
“Go on, sweet boy. It's your reward.”
Robby set his hands on the mattress on either side of Jack's face as he let his hips slowly guide his cock to his entrance. Jack must have prepped before Robby got home—must have known he’d be so eager, so desperate—because Robby slid in with no resistance, Jack spreading his legs and swallowing his cock whole. Jack sighed, his head titling back against the pillow. Robby bit his lip. He was dizzy with lust.
“I need to—God, please sir, please?”
Jack lifted a hand to Robby’s cheek, forcing their eyes to meet. “What do you need, pup? I need you to say it.”
“Need to—need to fuck you, please, need to so bad, so so bad—”
Another tug on his leash brought Robby forward until his forehead pressed against Jack’s.
“Let go, baby.”
Robby whined as he started thrusting—or, a more accurate description would be humping, like the desperate puppy he was. He buried his face in the crook of Jack's neck, gasping and moaning unabashedly as he hammered his cock into Jack's wet cunt.
“Please, sir, please…oh, God…”
“Feel good, puppy?”
“Yes, sir, so good, wanna be good, want you to feel good—”
“You’re so good, my sweet puppy,” Jack whispered in his ear. “Perfect. Gorgeous, amazing.”
Robby’s hips stuttered, and Jack raised his legs to wrap around Robby’s waist.
“Wanna make you cum, sir, can I—please, wanna be good—”
“Fuck,” Jack groaned. “I'm close, baby, keep going, I'm almost there.”
Robby continued his breakneck pace. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, almost loud enough to drown out Robby’s pathetic whines and the sound of his cock pounding into Jack. Jack lowered a hand to circle his own cock and tugged it a few times, legs tensing around Robby’s waist.
“Yeah, baby, just like that—fuck, pup, I’m coming—!”
Jack shuddered beneath him, nails digging into his skin and dragging down Robby's back as his climax overtook him. Robby slowed for a moment, relishing in Jack's sighs of pleasure.
“Sir,” he mumbled into Jack's neck. “Sir, please.”
Jack hummed. “What, baby?”
“Need to cum, please, wanna cum so bad, sir, please?"
“Are you gonna be a good pup and cum inside me?”
Robby’s entire body shuddered at Jack's words. “Yes, sir,” he gasped, “yes, please, can I—please, please say I can—”
“Go ahead, puppy.”
The moments after that were a blur. Robby could feel Jack's hands roaming his body—tangled in his hair, scratching down his back, gripping at his waist. Constant murmurs of “good boy” and “there you go, pup, take it,” filled his ears. His face felt wet—a combination of tears leaking from his eyes and drool dripping from his agape mouth as he panted and begged.
“Oh God,” he groaned. His thrusts were getting sloppier, faster. “Close—sir—gonna cum inside, gonna be good, please, I'm gonna be good—”
“Shh,” Jack soothed. “Cum for me, sweet boy.”
Jack's words broke the floodgates. Robby gave three more thrusts before he inhaled with a gasp and exhaled a loud, breathy moan. His entire body shook with his orgasm, and he grinded his cock further into Jack's cunt as he rode it out, twitching with the aftershocks. Distantly he heard Jack murmuring softly in his ear, telling him how good he did. He whimpered and collapsed on top of Jack, who grunted and laughed.
“All right, you big mutt. You need to let me clean up before we can cuddle.”
Robby groaned but acquiesced, rolling off of Jack and allowing him to climb off the bed. He heard the water running in the bathroom and moments later Jack emerged with a glass of water.
“You did so good for me, baby,” Jack murmured. “Here, let me get you ready for bed.”
Robby let Jack tip his head backward as he fed him small sips of water. He lay slack on the bed as Jack undid the harness and set it aside so he could clean it in the morning. He unclipped the leash next, returning it to its spot on the wall. But when Jack looped a finger around Robby’s collar, he whined and pulled away.
“You wanna keep it on, pup?”
Robby nodded. “Can I?”
Jack smiled softly and leaned down, planting a chaste kiss on Robby's lips. “Of course you can.”
They threw on boxers and old t-shirts slipped under the covers. Robby immediately snuggled against Jack, burrowing his face against his neck. Jack brought his hands round Robby—one wrapping around his waist, the other cupping the back of his neck, right over the lock on his collar.
“Goodnight, Mikey. I love you.”
“Mmm. I love you too, Jack. Goodnight.”