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Dennis is well and truly exhausted - between stretching himself thin across his residency, the street team and the farm, and being constantly kept up later than he’d like by Trinity Santos and her sexual escapades, there seems to be no hope of rest.  He feels the tiredness in his bones, deep-seated and heavy, weighing him down constantly.

The physical tiredness of course is leading to changes in his emotional state - most of them he recognises as normal reactions to the lack of sleep: anxiety, irritation, frustration, but he also cannot work out why his headspace is slipping so quickly all the time into something more sexual. It’s not always sexual, sometimes it’s completely normal, but it stems from feelings he’s only ever felt sexually in a puppy-headspace. He’s always liked the idea of it anyway, he’s barely dabbled in petplay with any of his partners in person. Hell, Dennis is still technically a virgin.  But on Grindr?  Dennis goes feral for an older man treating him like a pet.  

Maybe it’s the tiredness bleeding into a secret desire for someone to really look after him for once, maybe it’s mixed with the need to switch his brain off and barely be consciously human for a few hours.  All he knows is that he needs, desperately, to let himself slip into the headspace, curl up with his blankets and let himself act like a puppy.  Preferably immediately, but Dennis is in the Pitt, unfortunately answering to ‘Dr Whitaker.’

The exhaustion sets in more as he sits and goes through some of his charting - not moving, eyes focused acutely on the screen, well, it gives him nothing else to think about.  His fingers move across the keys without much thought, entering his reasons for giving a patient sutures.  

“Dana?” Robby’s voice cuts through the ED, somehow both very loud and very calm at the same time.  It perks Dennis up, making him straighten in his chair and divert a little attention towards his attending and the charge nurse.  Whitaker would never comfortably admit to anyone that he has a massive schoolboy crush on Dr Robby.  It was hard not to, the man was always praising him, always touching him, not to mention that he was also hot.  Like, DILF level without kids.  And Whitaker had a major thing for older men.  Not that anything would ever come to fruition from this crush; really, that’s all it was.  Didn’t interfere with work, only made him seem like the most awkward person ever on the few occasions that they all went out for drinks.

Robby seemed to give Dennis a lot of attention.  Maybe he was biased, but he definitely thinks it seems to be more than what he gives the others.  Then again, Dennis is always attentive to Robby, definitely more than his fellow residents are.  That, did at times also become apparent when they would all have a much needed night-out at a local bar over weekends when most of them were free.  More often than not Dennis and Robby ended up talking one-on-one over a beer or two whilst the others mingled together; not that everyone else ignored Robby or didn’t want him there, it was just how it worked out.  Javadi and Santos loved to joke that they could get away with more if ‘his golden boy’ kept him calm.  Dennis could never, ever admit  how much he liked the idea.

“Robby?” Dana asks back finally, peering at the man over her glasses.  Dennis was trying not to watch them, but there was something so magnetic about Robby’s presence.  Their conversation quickly becomes hushed, whispered out quickly with their eyes scanning the room around them.  Probably something about Gloria or admin or something even more boring. Yawn.  It lulled him back into a sleepy state, his eyes trained back on his chart.

“Jesus, you look like a kicked puppy,” a voice appears from behind him.  He turns in his chair, looking up and seeing McKay.  A small scowl crosses his face, followed with an eyeroll at her teasing comments. He knows she’s just kidding, she’s always noticing everything, always checking in. The puppy comment isn’t lost on him either - it’s making him buffer a little.  It’s all he wanted, to just be a puppy. He didn’t want to be her pup, he didn’t even swing her way, but the words felt affirming anyway - slightly humiliating too, maybe.

“What?” He finally croaks out.  McKay laughs a little as she moves around the workstation.

“I just mean, you look tired, and a little sad.  Are you good?” She asks.  

“Yeah, tired is the word,” Dennis grumbles a little, immediately becoming dismissive of the conversation.

“Am I hearing that Whitaker has got his kicked-puppy look about him again?” Robby suddenly joins in, his tone slightly teasing.  That one definitely could not be ignored.  Unfortunately for Dennis, heat started spreading quickly, rising up his face to bring about a small pink blush to his neck and cheeks.  The heat also travelled south, making his cunt twitch.  He wants to disappear suddenly; he’s never felt more under scrutiny than with the two of them staring down at him.  It’s like he’s forgotten how to speak or act normally, he needs to get it together.

“No,” is all he manages to grumble out.  He shifts in the chair a little, looking up at them.  McKay looks entirely amused, a slight grin across her face as she grips the workstation. Robby is harder to read.  Maybe slightly entertained, possibly also a bit annoyed?  Whitaker really had to get it together, there isn’t long left of the shift and he doesn’t want to disappoint Robby.

“Doesn’t look that way, kid,” Robby pushes, making eye contact with McKay.  If it was anyone else, Dennis would have become pretty pissed off at the teasing.  Maybe he is a little pissed, but Robby implying that he’s considered him to be puppy-ish before has completely fried his brain.

“I have patients,” he excuses himself weakly, not looking up at either of them as he pushes off his chair.  His legs feel so heavy, not helped by the slight shake in them as his cunt works overtime to beg for attention.  He’ll deal with it later.

Rounding the corner, he bumps into Mel and Trinity, apologising without a second glance.  He walks around the pair, moving off to check on someone to make sure there have been no drastic changes to their condition since he last checked.  Dennis doesn’t get very far before someone is gripping his scrubs, pulling him back.  He lets out a small gasp.

“What’s got you so… flustered, Huck?” Santos asks, gesturing at his entire body.  His face starts to heat up again.

“Nothing.”  Santos cocks an eyebrow, giving him a look that he knows means she doesn’t believe him at all.

“Why has Robby been watching you all day?  Did you fuck up?  Did you kill someone again?” Trinity teases.

“No! He’s not been watching me,” he protests.

“God, you’re dumb.  He’s been keeping an eye on you all day.”  Dennis has no response, nothing reasonable to say. All he has noticed is that Robby has been around him a lot, but it doesn’t feel excessive enough to be picked up on.  But Trinity is nothing if not perceptive.  He finally forces himself to shrug.

“By the way, Vic’s coming over after work,” Trinity says quickly before walking off, not allowing him anytime to respond.  He groans.  They’re loud.  It’s not as if he could say no, it was her place afterall.  He just was hoping maybe Trin would go out, he could settle into his headspace in his room and be asleep before she had got back.  Usually on a Friday Trinity would go out - these outings have become much less frequent since she started seeing Victoria.  There goes his chances of a peaceful and restful night.

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The next time Whitaker tries charting, about two hours later, he’s a little more successful.  He gets a solid twenty minutes of charting done before someone interrupts.  It’s not an immediate interruption to him specifically, but generally there is some excitement through the ED when Abbot arrives early for his shift.  Dennis is almost jealous, how is he always so busy and still finds the time to come in early?  It’s frustrating, maybe he should ask for some tips.

Abbot crosses over to Robby almost immediately, embracing him in a friendly way.  Seems friendly anyway, but Whitaker is suddenly plagued with the words of his roommate, remembering a few weeks ago over some wine when she had said that both attending’s had ‘almost definitely explored each other's bodies.’  The relationship between Robby and Abbot was an interesting one - Abbot seemed to be the only person who could control Robby in any way.  Maybe, if they had explored with each other in their younger days, Abbot showed Robby who was really in control.  Abbot did have a more dominant presence, he commanded the room in a way that was completely different from Robby.  Dennis really couldn’t put his finger on why at this moment, his brain felt too mushy.  Not mushy enough that it stopped him from suddenly thinking about both of the attending’s having their way with him, pushing him around, telling him exactly what to do.  Nope, he couldn’t afford a crush on Abbot too.  His cunt disagreed, slick and needy.  What was his problem today?

He’s broken from his train of thought as someone passes by his station a little too closely, making him jump a little.  He looks around, taking in his surroundings again before he sees Robby nod his head in his direction, followed by Abbot moving his own head a little for a better view.  Dennis felt like he was being hunted, feeling like a cornered animal, the room suddenly felt too small.  He swallows the lump in his throat, forcing his eyes down to his charts again.

“This 22 year old female presents with a two-week long history of lower left-quadrant belly pain…” he begins whispering to himself as he types.  He allows himself one last glance at the two men, seeing now that Abbot has a grin plastered on his face whilst Robby stares across the room at Dennis.  Was Santos right?  Was he watching?  Dennis needs to get it together, he can’t go full puppy mode at work, and he certainly can’t start thinking more about Robby.  It’s almost impossible, Robby is just… always there. 

A hand clasps over his shoulder, the touch much lighter and less lingering than Robby’s hands.  It is truly pathetic that he knows that, he thinks.  He’s so obsessed with the man that he knows exactly how his hands feel on his shoulder.  He wishes he knew more, he wishes he knew how it felt for Robby to push one of his big, warm hands up his top, touching his stomach, pushing higher.  He wishes he knew how it felt for Robby to dig his fingers into his thighs, how his hands would feel gripping his hips, how they’d feel slipping between his legs.  He can’t keep thinking like that.  He turns to see who it is, almost entirely surprised when he sees Abbot.

“Hey, how’s our favorite bloodhound today?” Abbot grins, flashing his teeth a little as he does. That man always has a sparkle in his eye, he’s always up to something.  Dennis is struggling to pull away from the thoughts of his boss touching him, mixed with how desperately he now needs to go home and hump all of his blankets and pillows to the thought.  God, his brain is so fuzzy, it’s making him frustrated.  He wishes he could push it aside, why was it creeping in so much?

“What?” He blurts out.  Abbot’s grin deepens a little, his hand sliding off his shoulder.  Why was everyone comparing Whitaker to a dog today? Was he being obvious? Did everyone know? Surely not, he’d been getting these comments from his first day in the Pitt.  Surely just a coincidence.  Probably not even a big deal, he’s just so desperate to regress into a brainless puppy that everything is getting to him.  “Oh, uh, sorry, good, yeah, I’m good,” he eventually gets out.  

“Yeah? Good? You look a little more like a mutt than a pedigree right now,” Abbot chuckles, staring down at the boy with his arms crossed.  Dennis short-circuits a little.  There is no way that Jack Abbot just called him a mutt at work.  And rather than being pissed off and embarrassed, he’s turned on and embarrassed.  The familiar sensation of a blush creeps back up, his eyes going a little wide.

“I-uh..I”

“Jack, can you stop bothering my resident?” Robby comes over now, standing a little too close to the both of them.  Robby and Abbot tower over him, making him feel tiny in the seat - God, he feels vulnerable. 

“He’s not just your resident, Mike,” Abbot replies.  Dennis watches curiously as they both face each other.

“He’s mine - my resident, that is.  You’ve got your own on nights,” Robby corrects himself, his hand coming down on Whitaker’s shoulder again.  Dennis relaxes into it, still watching the pair, forgetting he should probably be trying to worm his way out of this conversation.  

“So? I recognise talent, we’d be lucky to have him,” Abbot replies, not backing down.  Whitaker is so confused, why are they even having this conversation?  Surely they could have spoke about this in private.  To be fair, it doesn’t seem like either of them even remember that he’s there as they talk about him.

“Too bad, Jack, I’m sure Whitaker’s happy where he is, hmm?” Robby hums, turning his head to Dennis now.  Dennis jumps a little, struggling to form words and instead just nodding vigorously, like an idiot.  Robby gives his shoulder a squeeze in response.

“Where am I meant to get my own bloodhound?” Abbot fake huffs.

“M’sure the pet store would have a few,” Robby answers dismissively, his hand suddenly feeling a million times heavier on his shoulder.  Dennis lets his mouth drop open a little - there is no way that he’s hearing this properly.  He must be dreaming.  He skims his fingers over his thigh, feeling the scrubs over them.  His fingers dig in a little, making him wince in pain as he grabs at his own flesh.  Ouch. Definitely awake.

“Ah, none that could do what this boy does,” the other man answers, his hand gesturing loosely at Dennis.  Boy? Dennis wants to kick himself, how stupid was he?  Both of them only viewed him as a boy, someone young and still not at all experienced enough in the medical field.  He lets out a sigh through his nose before squirming away from Robby’s hand.  It earns him a look from Robby, who does pull away pretty quickly.  Dennis swivels back around in his chair, looking at where he left his chart as he tries to ignore everything that just happened.  Easier said than done when both your bosses have just had a conversation about how good you are while both comparing you to a dog.

His poor cunt was on fire.  He could feel his own wetness now, he could feel the strain of his dick swelling and pushing onto his boxers now.  Whitaker has never been more glad he didn’t have a penis, because this would get him caught out instantly.  

“What’s going on, kid?” Robby asks him, his tone a little softer now.  Abbot claps Robby on the back before wandering off, leaving the two of them alone.  Dennis sighs.

“‘M tired,” he grumbles out, barely finding it in himself to form a coherent sentence.  He feels a little pang of embarrassment pulse through him - he needs to just act a little more normal for an hour or so more.  Not whining out stupid sentences to his boss.

“Yeah? That all?” Robby asks.  Dennis shrugs.  He knows Robby won’t disappear without a better explanation, and he’s too tired and needy to think up a good enough lie to scarper off for something else. 

“Sorry… um… yeah, just, been busy and stuff.”

“Busy with what?”

“Just here, the street team, farm when there’s time… Santos isn’t always the most considerate roommate,” he sighs.  He realises what he’s said and his eyes widen, looking up at Robby and raising his hands a little.  “Oh my God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine, Whitaker.  Keeping you up?” He presses.  Santos is going to kill Dennis if she ever finds out about this.

“Mhm, please don’t tell her I said that, she’ll murder me,” Dennis says meekly.  Robby laughs and pats his back, letting his hand rest near his shoulder again.  Dennis really could not handle much more of this if he was going to have to act like an actual person, no less a doctor, for another hour.

“That I do believe, secret’s safe with me,” Robby answers, winking at him.  God, was he being punished?  Now his boss was winking at him?  Dennis feels his stomach do a stupid flip.  He feels almost entirely stupid right now.

“Thanks.  Was hoping to relax tonight but she’s bringing J…someone over,” Dennis stops himself before he gets himself deeper into this - it’s not his business to share what Santos is doing with Javadi. Robby pauses for a moment.

“You can stay at my place tonight, if you want, I have a spare room.  If you’re not comfortable with me there I can head out,” Robby offers, his voice low.  Dennis feels like his eyes are going to pop out of his  head.

“No, no, I couldn’t ask for that-”

“You’re not, I’m offering.  Can’t have my favorite resident burning out,” Robby says, his hand sliding up to Dennis’ shoulder and squeezing again now.

“Favorite?” Dennis squeaks out.  His face is so red now, he wishes he had the strength to run away right now.  He was really Robby’s favorite?

“Shh, it’s a secret.  I trust you’re good at keeping them?” Robby teases.  Whitaker feels the flip in his stomach again before it plummets straight to his clit.  He’s going to need to work out these frustrations, but now he knows that the view of Robby winking and teasing him is going to flood his brain when he tries to cum.  He nods, tucking his lower lip under the top.

“Good boy, I’ll get you before shift ends.  I’ll get us some dinner - wait, do you want me to go elsewhere?” Robby asks.  Dennis officially cannot speak.  Good boy.  Good fucking boy?  He’s in half a mind to drop to his knees for Robby right now.  He just shakes his head, not able to even move his mouth to speak.  Robby looks so pleased, Dennis can’t imagine why.  He’s just sat here, looked and sounded stupid and made himself an inconvenient guest in Robby’s home.  “You finish your charts for me, kid,” Robby finally adds before walking away.  

Dennis, really, should be dead after all of that.  He doesn’t know how to process, really, all of it happened so quickly.  There wasn’t much time to think about it. It occurs to him that he didn’t even officially agree to stay at Robby’s, just that Robby didn’t give him any opportunity to say no.  Well, whatever.  He’d sleep a little better just about anywhere else without listening to Trinity and Victoria all night.  Plus, Robby asked for Dennis to finish his charts, for him.  

—

The last hour of the shift feels longer than the entire morning - Whitaker won’t stop watching the clock which definitely does not help,  but he’s just desperate to be done.  His colleagues have tried and failed to engage him in conversation over the last hour - he keeps saying he’s just tired, but really he feels borderline non-verbal and is struggling not to slip further.

With a sigh, he opens his locker, glad that the day is finally done. Dennis shrugs his hoodie on over his t-shirt, zipping it partially up to combat the cold from outside.  He stashes some of his things before grabbing his backpack and pulling it over one of his shoulders, the weight already feeling too heavy.  

“You’re being weird today,” Santos suddenly says, appearing beside him. He closes the locker over gently, to avoid the slamming noise, and then turns to look at her.  Javadi is waiting at the corner by the lockers, watching both of them closely.

“I’m not,” Dennis replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You are,” she replies, mimicking him.

“Whatever, I’m fine, Trin.  I’m not coming back tonight,” he sighs out, rubbing his face in his hands.  He desperately wishes he had a small space, a cage or a doggy-bed that he could curl up into and hide from everything and everyone. Trinity eyes him carefully before shrugging at him and taking a step backwards.

“Okaaay… Y’know if you wanna… talk…” She starts, a grimace across her face.  It actually makes Dennis laugh a little, shaking his head.  “Oh thank God, okay, wait - where are you going?” She suddenly remembers what he actually said.

“Oh… a friends,” he answers loosely, not looking at her.  Santos makes a humming noise, clearly not believing it at all.

“You don’t have friends,” she finally settles on.

“Ouch, you wound me,” Dennis screws his face up at her, wishing that she would just leave with Javadi already.  It occurs to him that he doesn’t know how he’s going to socialise with Robby if he can’t even do it with Santos, but he’s hoping that he can get away with slinking off to bed early.

“You know what I mean, who is it?” Santos pushes.

“Does it matter?”

“You know I’m not forcing you out, right? Just because Vic is-”

“I know, it’s fine, I’m just tired and I actually want to get some sleep tonight,” he jokes weakly.  She rolls her eyes and starts backing away further towards Javadi, who looks completely bored of waiting now.  “Be safe, Hucklepup,” Santos grins at him, waving goodbye.  He groans again, his face heating up more at the nickname.  Other people definitely heard it, they definitely won’t think anything of it though.  He needed out of here, he needed somewhere he could safely slip into that dumb, blissed out headspace.  Just had to deal with Robby first.  

His phone buzzes in his pocket, causing the vibrating sensation to move through his leg.  He pulls it out, seeing that Robby has texted him.

Robby:

Still coming home with me?

Ignore the obvious innuendo.

It makes Dennis heat up again, his brain running wild fast.  He would absolutely adore to be going home with Robby, especially if it led to the man being balls deep inside of him as he lay in Robby’s bed.  Of course, that’s not at all what he meant - it was just a poorly worded text.  His clit still throbs at the thought.

Dennis:

Hahah, are you sure?

Robby:

Sure about what exactly, kid?

Dennis:

Me taking your spare room tonight!!! Sorry

Robby:

And there I was wondering if I could be so lucky.

Course.

Dennis:

Hahaha yeah, sorry. Thank you so much Dr Robby!

Robby:

No need to be sorry, it was a poor joke on my part, lol.

Just Robby works, I can tell you need to switch off a bit tonight.

Dennis:

I’m surprised you know what lol means

Robby:

Careful, kid, you don’t know how mean I can be.

Dennis:

Should I be scared?

Robby:

Hm.

I’m handing off to Abbot.

Meet me in the parking lot, don’t want to deal with a million questions. 

Dennis:

Yessir!

Hoping I don’t get attacked while I wait :( 

Robby:

You’d have a doctor coming very swiftly to your rescue.

Be good.

Won’t be long.

Dennis pockets his phone and moves off towards the parking lot.  He needs air desperately now, and he cannot cope with any more questions or small talk from the others.  Robby had such an old man way of texting, it did nothing to help Dennis relax.  Telling him to be good, acknowledging his need to switch off?  Dennis was starting to feel like he was transparent and that Robby knew everything about him before he had even admitted it out loud.  Then again, Robby was very friendly and could be quite… flirtatious at times.  Not that this is what that was.  Robby was completely straight, as far as Dennis was aware.  Not to mention the age thing, or the boss thing, or the out-of-his-league thing.  Fuck, Robby was so hot.

Dennis settles against a wall that he has to stand on his tiptoes to perch on, still thinking about Robby.  Maybe he should just go back and deal with Santos and Javadi.  How unethical is it to stay the night at your boss’ place, especially when you have a huge fucking crush on him?  He doesn’t want to take advantage of Robby’s kindness here.  The dull ache between his legs was doing nothing to help his line of thought.  He felt a little guilty, but he was so desperate to hump his hand thinking about Abbot calling him a mutt and then Robby coming over immediately.

He squeezes his eyes closed, feeling relief as the cold air nips his skin.  It’s winter in Pittsburgh, so the cold can really be felt now, but he doesn’t care.  It’s almost refreshing after the day he’s been having.  He allows himself to squeeze his thighs together, giving the tiniest bit of friction to his clit. The sensation is so good, he can’t stop.  His eyes are still closed tightly, not daring to break concentration of the slight relief he’s getting.  

It’s interrupted pretty quickly by a set of footsteps.  Whitaker’s eyes open wide, trying to forcibly relax - the feeling of guilt only makes it harder.

“Everything okay, Whitaker?” Robby asks, appearing in front of him closely.  He looks so good in the low light, shadows across his face where the street lighting doesn’t directly hit.  Whitaker’s tongue slips out and darts across his bottom lip as he allows himself a glance at Robby’s face. 

“Mhmm,” he manages out.  Robby tilts his head a little but doesn’t push further, instead gesturing for him to follow.

“I brought my car today, it was too cold this morning for Bonnie,” Robby explains, striding ahead effortlessly.  Dennis does try his best to keep up, but he can’t help but feel like a helpless animal desperately running after him.  “Hope that’s okay.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Dennis asks, chewing on his lip now.  Afterall, Robby was doing him the favour. 

“I don’t know, some people like a ride,” Robby grins, stopping beside a black truck and nodding towards it.  Dennis offers a nervous smile before rounding the vehicle and clambering inside.  It smells very masculine, like Robby, he supposes.  There’s a pine scented air freshener hanging from the mirror, and the rest of the truck is surprisingly very clean. Robby climbs into his own side, sliding in with ease and strapping himself in.  “Belt,” he grumbles, switching the ignition on.

“Huh?”

“Jeez, kid, you really need to switch off this weekend.  Belt,” Robby says, leaning over and grabbing the seatbelt for him instead.  His breathing stops for a moment as Robby’s arm crosses over him, pulling on fabric and buckling him in.  God, Dennis feels pathetic.

“Y-you didn’t have to… um.. Thanks,” he finally manages out.  He wants to disappear.  Did Robby really think he was incapable of putting his own seatbelt on? He’s not that stupid, being treated as such was frustrating him. Robby doesn’t reply, adjusting himself back into his seat properly and reversing the car out.  The movement from the man makes Dennis suddenly very aware of the smell of his sweat mixing with his cologne and deodorant - a deep, woody, musky smell.  It was bliss, breathing it in.  

“I’m only a few minutes away, you can take a shower and I’ll order us pizza, that okay?”

“Oh.. uh.. I can get it, I should have some cash-”

“Whitaker.  I’m getting it.” Okay, he’s being firm.  Dennis can sense there is no room for argument here.

“I don’t have any spare clothes with me, or any toiletries,” Dennis adds, his voice so small at this point.

“Mm. I have stuff you can borrow, might be a little big on you though, kid.  Don’t think we’re the same size,” Robby jokes, his hand gripping the steering wheel even tighter.  Dennis swallows as the obvious is brought up, liking it a little too much.  It means that Robby has noticed how much smaller Whitaker is compared to him. 

“I-I… only if it’s not too much trouble,” he forces out.  Robby’s mouth quirks up at the corner, a smile threatening to play on his lips now.

“You’re never trouble, Whitaker, why do you think you’re my favorite?” Robby replies.  Dennis sinks further into the seat, feeling so overwhelmed by the praise from the man.  He doesn’t have it in him to reply, and Robby doesn’t seem to mind much.  

He’s turning into a residential street much sooner than Dennis could have expected - he was not lying when he said that he lived close. The buildings are tall, and nice, much nicer than where he and Santos live.  That’s all he really takes in during the short walk from the car to Robby’s front door.  The man lets out a small groan as he unlocks it and the noise jumps straight to Whitaker’s clit.  He bites down on his own lip harshly to prevent himself from making a pathetically whiny noise in response.

Robby steps aside and allows Whitaker to enter first, smiling down at him as he passes inside.  His place smells really good, and from his limited view everything is so orderly and clean.  It makes him suddenly think about how messy his own bedroom is and how he definitely needs to tidy it up now. 

The floors are wooden, a darker shade paired nicely with the tones of his apartment - it all blends nicely together, deep shades that make the place feel very lived in.  It leads Whitaker to wonder if someone else designed the place for him; from all he knows about Robby he didn’t at all expect his interior design skills to be so good.

“Come, I’ll get you some clothes and stuff, I’m gonna jump in the shower too,” Robby says, steering Whitaker towards the hallway by his elbow.  His eyes widen at the words, before it occurs to him that it’s really likely that Robby has two bathrooms.  He walks before his boss, stopping at the end, not knowing where to go.  Robby drops his hand to the small of Whitaker’s back before pushing him forward gently into the main bedroom.  Dennis feels like his back is burning where Robby is touching - it’s so intimate, so gentle.  Pushing him into the room is exactly what Dennis needs right now and he finds himself becoming more frustrated with himself as he remembers that this is his boss and he won’t mean anything by any of it.

Robby crosses to the dresser, letting go of Whitaker before digging out a pair of woven boxer shorts in a red plaid with a pair of patterned socks, tossing them onto the bed before going back in and grabbing another pair of each in different patterns.  Whitaker can’t decide between watching Robby or looking around his bedroom.  It’s so surreal - he’s in his boss’ bedroom.  His boss that he has a massive fucking crush on.  

The bed is big, covered in blue bedspread with some plush looking pillows.  There are some pictures around the room, mostly of landscapes, a few of a dog that Dennis has never seen but assumes belonged to Robby at some point.  On one of his nightstands there’s a framed picture of him and Abbot in suits being handed some sort of award - Dennis notices that he hasn’t seen the actual award anywhere, but the picture seems pretty prominent.  He takes in the rest of the room, looking at the patterns and textures and personal details that give him insight into what makes Robby, well, Robby. Across from the bed is a TV mounted on the wall - this detail shocks Dennis the least, there was a rumour circulating that Robby couldn’t sleep without some sort of distraction because of his PTSD or something.  Dennis tried not to listen much, people needed something better to talk about he thought. 

Robby opening the sliding doors to his closet snap his attention back to his boss again.  Robby roots through, slipping a t-shirt off the hanger before turning back to Dennis and holding it up.

“This probably won’t drown you,” He chuckles.

“Anything is okay Dr- I mean Robby, I don’t expect any of this.  I’d be happy to just go to sleep and get out of your way,” Dennis offers up meekly, feeling like he’s under scrutiny now.  Dr Michael Robinavitch was assessing his body in a way, measuring up their size difference, looking for something more appropriate for him.  Another twitch to his clit makes him stir a little, the thought crossing his mind of how much he was enjoying not having to decide anything.  He liked how Robby was directing him and choosing for him.  His brain was melting further, slipping deeper into his puppybrained thoughts.

“Nonsense, you’re my guest, I’m gonna treat you right.  Come, I’ll show you the shower,” Robby directs again, grabbing the pile of clothes and walking out of the room.  He goes into the hall, walking back towards the living room.  He stops short of it, opening another door into the biggest bathroom that Whitaker has ever seen.  It’s like triple the size of his and Trinity’s.

“Maybe being Chief of Emergency Med is worth something,” Dennis jokes lightly, his eyes a little wide.  Robby lets out a proper laugh, his hand coming down on Whitaker’s back again, rubbing his thumb gently between his shoulder blades. 

“Don’t let my bathroom sway you, Whitaker, the job’s a killer at times,” Robby huffs lightly, still not moving his hand off Dennis’ back.  “I’ll get you a towel, there’s some shampoo and soap in there,” he gestures with a smile.  Dennis strips his shirt off as soon as Robby leaves, barely even thinking about Robby needing to come back in.  Maybe he just assumed he would pass it in the door.  Dennis certainly didn’t expect Robby to fully walk back in without knocking, brandishing a fluffy brown towel for him.

“Here- Oh, sorry,” Robby says.  He doesn’t make any effort to look away, his eyes raking over his bare torso now.  Whitaker feels the blush starting at his neck and rising up as attending really takes in the scene, shamelessly staring now.

“Sorry, sir,” Dennis grumbles, trying to hide his chest a little by crossing his arms over it.  He had keyhole surgery and the scarring is minimal, almost barely noticeable, but he still feels insecure at the idea of people staring at him.  Nobody except Trinity knows that Dennis is trans - he couldn’t bear the thought of more people shunning him and calling him a sinner.  He just wanted a fresh start.

“No, no, don’t be sorry, I… shouldn’t have barged in,” Robby starts, scratching the back of his neck, still not breaking eye contact.  “Didn’t expect you to be packing under your scrubs,” he jokes, pointing at his toned stomach.  Dennis blushes again and lets out an amused noise. What he wouldn’t do for Robby in this moment.  “Anyway.  Shower, food will be here soon.  Don’t want any messy pups here,” he finishes as he leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Did Dennis actually hear that properly?  Is this some sort of cosmic joke? Divine punishment? Is everyone out to get him now that they know he’s a pervert, everyone wants their own chance to humiliate him?  He shakes the thoughts away, trying hard to focus on the showering task instead of thinking about Robby calling him a pup.

He strips off his pants and boxers, immediately feeling a pang of guilt as he sees the mess left in them from his constant wetness all day.  Without thinking it through, he slips one finger between his labia, stroking over his needy clit and slipping down to his entrance to really feel his own wetness.  He can’t help but let out a whimper, smacking his hand over his mouth immediately.  Was he fucking stupid? Moaning and touching himself in his boss’ house? 

Dennis makes the shower short and sweet - the water pressure much better than he’s used to, Robby’s products being much more high end than his own.  Still, he doesn’t want to take advantage of the man, he didn’t want to use all his hot water.  He slips out, wrapping the towel around him, feeling like he’s lost his legs.  It all feels so clumsy, like an uncoordinated baby deer trying to find his feet for the first time.  He desperately needs food and to sink into the sofa.

Robby’s boxers are still too big on him, making them baggy around the waist and thighs.  He rolls the top over once to attempt to tighten them before pulling on the socks.  How is any of this real?  How is he here, wearing Robby’s underwear?  His cunt twitches again and it makes him grimace - he can’t soak through Robby’s boxers.  Especially when he has nothing else to wear on top of them.  Quickly he slips the shirt on and ruffles his hair with the towel, scrunching some of his curls up a little after. He feels so exposed, pulling the t-shirt as far down as he possibly can before leaving the bathroom and padding down the hallway into the living room. 

“Your shower is so much better than mine,” Dennis smiles gently, watching as Robby puts some things away.

“You’re welcome to use it any time, kid,” Robby replies.

“Don’t tempt me… is food here?” 

“Yeah, already on the table.  Want a beer? Or a soda?”

“Um… soda, please,” Whitaker asks.  It makes Robby grin for some reason before he crosses to the fridge and pulls out a can for Dennis and a bottle of beer for himself.  He comes back over to the living room and nods to the couch, settling himself down against one of the arms.  The pizza smells heavenly, definitely needed for the day he’s had.  He lets himself eat wordlessly at first, paying more attention to whatever Robby stuck on the TV rather than making conversation.  He feels like he’s sunk into his own head anyway, there’s nothing interesting he can really say.

“Are you sure I can’t pay for dinner?” He eventually pipes up, his voice soft and pathetic.  He wanted to kick himself.  Robby chuckles and reaches one arm across the back of the sofa, looking at the younger boy on the other side.

“My treat.  I’ll think of some way you can pay me back, I’m sure,” he replies with a sip of his beer.  Dennis nods and looks down at his hands, his mind filling with thoughts of Robby putting him on his knees and fucking his throat in exchange for dinner. He suddenly shoots up, needing to be away from these thoughts. “Whitaker?” Robby frowns, looking over at him.

“Just gonna clean this up,” he squeaks out, grabbing the now empty box and moving into the kitchen area of Robby’s open plan house. He sets the box down with slightly shaky hands before washing up the two plates that they had used, alongside a mug and some cutlery Robby had left in the sink.

“You didn’t have to do that, Whitaker,” Robby says, appearing beside him.  

“Least I could do,” Dennis smiles at him as he continues to wash the last fork in the sink.  Robby sighs a little before letting his hand rest on Dennis’ shoulders again, his thumb brushing over his nape gently.

“You’re really tense here, y’know that?” Robby asks, pressing his fingers in a little deeper.  Dennis forgets how to breathe all at once, never more glad that he’s leaned up against something.

“Mhm, just tired and stressed,” he answers.

“Y’know, kid, I do give a mean massage.”

“O-okay,” Dennis replies, turning to face Robby now.  His eyes are wide and God, has Robby really looked this good all evening?  His beard was a little messy, his hair tousled from his own shower.

“I’ll give you one, come, sit,” Robby offers.

“Oh… uh… sir, I couldn’t ask you to do that, but I… um… appreciate the offer, Robby,” Dennis stutters out.  Idiot.

“Again, I’m offering.  Healing hands, baby,” Robby teases, holding his hands up and shaking them with a grin.  Baby.  Oh God, Dennis was not going to make it through this night.  Not if Robby was somehow being serious about a massage. 

Next thing Whitaker feels is Robby’s hand gripping around his wrist, pulling him firmly back to the living room.  He sits down on the sofa and spreads his legs apart before setting a pillow on the floor, gesturing between them.

“Sit.”  Dennis has never wanted to obey more, but he knows he should at least pretend to protest this.

“I-I…”

“Aren’t you supposed to be good at following orders? Sit,” Robby says, snapping his fingers and pointing at the cushion on the floor.  Dennis feels himself light on fire at this - he was coming undone so quickly.  His obedient puppy-brain follows the command without much thought, scrambling to lower himself on the floor.  He sits facing the TV, not wanting to get too close.  Robby just sighs and pulls him backwards under his arms are pretty much wedged between his thighs.

He starts running his fingers over both shoulders, pressing in deeply to work out where the tense knots are.  His thumbs come lower, dipping more between his shoulder blades, trying to find their rhythm.

“So, Dennis, why’d you leave Nebraska?” Robby asks as he works his hands over him.  Dennis laughs in surprise, taken aback by the forwardness.

“Is this supposed to be relaxing?” He laughs.

“It’s good to talk some stress out.”

“What makes you think I left because of something stressful?” Whitaker almost snaps now, tensing under the older man's hands.  Robby makes a soft clicking sound with his mouth.  It made Dennis want to melt when he considered how easily Robby could actually read him.

“It was just… my family were always super religious and I made some decisions that they didn’t like.  Kept saying I had let the Devil in and I would have to seriously repent for my sins.  That I didn't trust God’s plan for me,” Dennis starts, feeling tears burn in his eyes.  Robby doesn’t stop or slow down the relaxing motion of the circles on his back, continuing wordlessly.  

“I’m sorry, Whitaker,” he hums out, his fingers getting right into the tense spots.  It takes everything in Dennis not to moan in response to the touch - Robby did indeed give a mean massage.  “What did you do?” Whitaker sighs a little, staring forward at the TV.  As much as he doesn’t like telling people, he’s always scared they’ll treat him differently, there’s something about Robby that just feels safe.

“I’m trans. They were mad that they lost their daughter,” He eventually breathes out.  Robby’s fingers stop working their way into his muscles for a moment, one of them instead coming forward to give his right shoulder a squeeze.

“I had no idea, kid.  That must’ve been tough.  How are things now?”

“Fine, I just… don’t talk to them… I had top surgery and I take testosterone shots and stuff… I just don’t really want to talk about this right now, sorry,” Dennis sighs, the tension coming back to him quickly. 

“That’s okay,” Robby says before continuing, his hands feeling warmer than before.  It continues for a while silently, before Robby makes his way up to his neck and starts massaging it with his thumbs.  He gives light scratches along his hairline, ones that make Dennis sink so far down into his own head.  His eyes are glazed over, leaning into the touch as Robby continues with all the care and patience in the world.

Much to his surprise, Robby then pushes his fingers through the hair on the back of his head and scratches his scalp gently.  Dennis moans.  He actually moans.  His face heats up when he realises what he has done.  There is no way that he’s just moaned for his boss who is just giving him a friendly massage.  There is no way.

“Fuck, sorry,” Dennis squeaks out, squirming forward to make sure it doesn’t happen again.  Robby puts both hands on his shoulders and pushes down, simultaneously pulling him backwards to be between his legs again properly.

“Stay,” he grunts, his fingers borderline painful with their grip. “It’s fine,” he adds.

“I’m sorry… just…” Dennis blushes, never more glad that Robby can’t see his face.  He doesn’t trust himself not to moan again, why was Robby not letting him go?

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Robby says, his voice low and gravelly.  “How do you usually relax, hm?” He asks.  Dennis squirms under him a little, thinking about usually he lets himself switch off by talking to older men and going full puppy-brained.

“Um, just like sleep, watch TV,” Dennis answers, fumbling for the right answers.

“Hmmm, what about when you’re like this?” Robby asks.  Dennis freezes up now, not knowing what to do.  What the fuck was Robby talking about? Surely he wasn’t that obvious with how fast he was regressing into a dumb dog.

“What do you mean, sir?” He manages out.  Robby breathes out a laugh through his nose - it’s not malicious, his hands slow a little though.

“Come up here,” Robby says, taking his hands off his shoulders.  Dennis whimpers a little at the contact before shuffling forward and getting up, turning to look at Robby.  The man looks relaxed, but there’s a glint in his eye that Dennis cannot pinpoint.  He goes to take a step away to go back to the other side of the sofa before the older man shoots his hand out, wrapping around his wrist.  “Ah-ah, here,” he says, patting the sofa beside him.  Dennis blushes again before sitting down next to him, trying to manually breathe.

“Thanks for the massage,” Dennis whispers out, not allowing himself to look up at his boss.  Robby hums and puts one of his large hands on his knee, squeezing it firmly.

“Anytime, kid. Did it help?”

“Oh, yeah, I feel a lot less tense now,” Dennis nods.  Robby’s hand slides up past his knee, resting more on his thigh now.  Dennis is hoping and praying that the thin fabric of the man’s boxers is enough to stop the obvious heat coming off of him.  He wants to close his legs when he remembers that if he’s wet enough it might show, but it would trap his hand between his thighs.  He swallows, suddenly feeling really nervous.

“Not what I meant.”

“What did you mean?”

“I just mean… you’re a good boy, Dennis, and I have experience with stuff like this,” Robby starts, his finger gently moving back and forth on a spot of bare skin.  Good boy? Dennis? Experience with what exactly?

“I’m not sure… what you mean, sir, I’m sorry.”

“Shy, are we?” Robby asks, his fingers shifting higher again.  Was Robby making moves on him, or was Dennis completely delusional?

“Sir, I don’t… I don’t understand,” Dennis swallows.

“Course you don’t, dumb dogs don’t know much, do they?” Robby coos, looking at Dennis’ face now.  He wants to disappear.  He was being obvious, all day apparently.

“Robby… I…. fuck.. Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“Shh.  You’re okay, I’ve got you. You just need some guidance, don’t you, pet?” Robby presses.  

“I-I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I can just leave,” Dennis rushes out, going to stand.  Robby grabs him at the hips as he gets up, pulling him down again.

“I don’t want you to leave, and I’m not uncomfortable.  I think you need a strong hand, Dennis, hmm?”

Dennis eventually nods, shrinking into the back of the sofa.  He’s so fucking embarrassed.

“Speak, boy.”

“Yes, sir,” he whispers out.

“Yes, what?” Robby asks.

“I need a-a strong hand,” Dennis answers.

“Are you comfortable with that, Dennis? We can stop, pretend this never happened,” Robby offers, his voice softer than before.  Dennis does not want this to stop at all.  He’s never wanted anything more, he never wants this evening to end.  He shakes his head.

“No! No, please, are you sure?” Dennis pleads out.

“Kid, I… fuck… I shouldn’t tell you how long I’ve thought about you,” Robby groans a little, turning his face away.  Dennis snaps up to look at him now, staring at his face.  Robby is so handsome, the slope of his chin and nose make Dennis want to start barking.  Seems like Robby would actually like that.

“I could see you weren’t yourself today, and you were very, very responsive to anything related to you being a puppy, mm? Are you always so responsive?” Robby asks.  Dennis nods his head, squeezing his eyes shut to block out the embarrassment.   “None of that, pup.  Come kneel in front of me,” he says.  Dennis opens his eyes and looks at Robby, trying to tell if he’s being serious.  “I don’t like to ask twiceD do you need to be punished, Dennis?”  Dennis swallows - as much as he’s keen on the idea, he wants to prove how good he is. 

Without another word he slips off the sofa and shuffles onto the cushion on the floor.  Robby spreads his legs wider again with Dennis facing him between them this time, staring up at the man with his big blue eyes.  Robby reaches forward and takes his chin between two fingers, tilting his head up before he bends down and presses their lips together.  Dennis is unrestrained and greedy, immediately trying to deepen the kiss.  Robby smiles into the kiss but allows it, only stopping when Dennis tries to push his tongue into his mouth.

“Sit,” he says again.  Dennis whines but pulls back, his lips glistening with spit, a little swollen.  His cunt is aching for attention now, desperate for some sort of stimulation.  “Have you done this before?” Robby asks.  Dennis shakes his head. 

“Speak,” Robby prompts.  Dennis is so dumb already that he forgot that was the appropriate response to give.

“I just talk to men online, mostly.”

“Mhm.  Have you fucked a man before?”

“Um… not properly,” Dennis admits, looking down at his hands.  Robby inhales sharply, his hands tensing into fists as they rest on top of his thighs.  When Dennis finds the courage to steal a glance, he sees that Robby looks pleased with the answer.

“Good dog,” Robby says, licking his bottom lip gently.  Dennis twitches and whines at the name - he loved being his dog already.  “Mm, so good.  I think about you going home sometimes, bundling your sheets around you and humping your pillow, losing yourself completely.  You’re a good doctor, but I bet you’re an even better mutt,” Robby says, bringing his hand up and running a thumb over Whitaker’s cheekbone.  Dennis nods again.  

“Do I need to worry about hurting you?”

“No, sir.”

“No? I can try to be gentle but… I don’t know how I’ll restrain myself, I’ve waited so long to get my hands on you, kid.”  Robby pinches his cheek a little to emphasise the point. The light pain from the pressure of his fingers feels so good - Dennis leans into the touch.  The last thing he wants is Robby treating him like he’s breakable and gentle.  He wants Robby to have his own way, to make him useful.

“Please,” Dennis croaks.

“Please what?”

“Please, don’t be gentle, please,” Dennis begs, putting his hands up on Robby’s knees.  The man raises his eyebrows in surprise, looking down at his hands.

“You’re such a good boy, such a good little pup, letting me have what I need.  Do you have any questions for me, baby?”

“Can I call you Daddy?” Dennis blurts out, his cheeks flushing.  Robby lets out a small laugh - it’s almost a giggle, in response to the question, pinching his cheek more harshly again.

“Yeah, kid, I like that,” he replies.  Robby just watches him for a moment as Dennis tries his best to hold eye contact with his boss.  He must be dreaming, surely.  No way he’s between his attending’s legs, begging to call him Daddy.  Robby shuffles and pushes his hips outwards a little, spreading his legs wider.  Dennis looks down now, seeing the massive fucking tent in the mans boxer shorts.  It makes him blush again, which makes Robby grin.

“Gonna be a good puppy and kiss it for me?”

“Yes, Daddy, please,” Dennis whines, going to touch it with his hands.  He gasps in surprise when Robby actually smacks his hand away, tutting.

“No paws, dogs don’t have hands, do they, Dennis?”  Dennis looks dumbfounded, but manages to shake his head.  Robby sighs before gripping the back of his head, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling on it harshly. Dennis winces and hisses out a sharp breath, enjoying the tug on his hair.

“I’m sorry,” Dennis whines.  Robby takes little notice to his words before pulling his head down, guiding it straight to his crotch.  Dennis feels his cunt gush as his cheek makes contact with the huge, clothed erection as Robby breathes a little heavier now. 

“Give me a kiss,” Robby instructs.  Dennis opens his mouth and finds the imprint of his cock, mouthing over the shape clumsily.  He kisses at the fabric, making it wet quickly, his tongue coming out to lick along the length the best he can.  Robby lets out tiny grunts in pleasure, watching his new pet gracelessly makeout with his erection through his boxers.  He keeps his hand in his hair, scratching at his scalp gently as Dennis loses himself between his legs.  All he can feel is the sensations, his brain is so incapable of higher level thought right now. He notices the faint musky smell of Robby’s cock and balls, permeating through the thin fabric and making Dennis wish someone had invented a way to get high off of it.  He can feel the heat of his cock, the way the blood must be rushing south for the man.  He can only imagine how big it is, how the tip is probably all leaky and red for him.  The thought makes him salivate, drooling a small puddle onto the bulge.  He feels the bliss of Robby pushing him down further, almost unrestrained as the younger boy tastes him through the thin barrier.  Both men were desperate for more.  

“Please,” Dennis lets out a high pitched whine against Robby.  The older man strokes his hair soothingly.

“Please what, baby?” Robby asks.  Dennis can’t bring himself to speak the words out loud, feeling a little shy suddenly.  He nuzzles into his bulge with his face, letting out another whine while pawing at his thigh.  “C’mon, speak, boy,” Robby teases, pulling his face away from his cock to make eye contact now.  Dennis blushes and shakes his head, pawing a little more desperately this time.  He wishes it could always be like this - wordless and mindless, pleasuring his owner.  

“Dumb dog,” Robby chuckles, moving his hand to cup Whitaker’s cheek softly.  He lets his fingers run down his face before hooking into his mouth, pushing his bottom lip down to expose his teeth.  Robby then applies more pressure, pulling his bottom jaw down a little with the pad of his thumb pressing onto his tongue.  Dennis feels drool pooling under his tongue, threatening to spill over down his chin.  

“Tell you what, pup, if you bark for me, I’ll give you what you need,” Robby says, bringing his thumb out of his mouth and swiping over his neck with the wetness.  He pushes into a pressure point lightly, making the boy gasp. 

Dennis has an easy decision to make - tell Robby he wants to suck his cock or just bark instead.  So why does it feel fucking impossible to decide? His brain is so mushy now, speaking an actual, coherent sentence feels like such an impossible task.  On the other hand, barking for his boss was possibly the most humiliating thing he could think of.  Maybe the humiliation was worth it.  Dennis lets out a shy bark, more of a yip than anything.  A huge smile blooms across Robby’s face.

“My good boy, I’ll give you a treat now,” he purrs, leaning down to kiss Whitaker again.  It’s shorter this time, a few pecks and their lips tangling for a moment before Robby pulls back and shuffles his boxers down his legs, letting his cock spring free.  

Whitaker was correct in his assumptions when he had dreamt of this - Robby was huge.  His cock had both girth and length and really, it wasn’t fair, it looked so good.  The tip is dark, little beads of pearly-white precum leaking from his head.  Dennis opens his mouth in shock, looking up at Robby’s face and back down at his cock again.  His eyes drop lower to his balls, looking heavy and delicious.  Dennis can’t decide what he wants first; does he want to kiss and suck at his balls and jerk off his cock a little? Does he want to make a meal of it and go slow? Does he want Robby to force his head down under his nose was buried in the dark, trimmed mass of pubic hair at the base of his cock? He whines.

“What’s wrong, baby? Never sucked a cock?” He asks, his hand coming back to the side of his head.  Dennis leans into it, happily accepting Robby’s fingers scratching into his scalp.  

“...have…” Dennis whimpers. Robby raises a brow again. Dennis can’t get the words out, he just whines again and paws at his leg, wanting permission.  If he wasn’t so puppy-brained already, he would maybe stop to consider that this was unethical to say the least, but Robby didn’t seem to mind and fuck, neither did he. “Big,” he whimpers, reaching up to touch it with his hands again.  Robby catches his wrist as he almost makes contact, gripping him painfully.

“Did I not already tell you no paws?” He asks, frowning at the boy.  Dennis whimpers, feeling boneless.  He slumps down more against Robby’s thighs, wincing as the grip remains steely. “I won’t tie you up this time, but if you don’t learn, I’m gonna have to, okay kid?”  Dennis nods, pouting.  Did this mean this wasn’t a one time thing?

Robby lets his hand go now and sighs, pushing his hips upwards again.  Dennis puts his hands down, gripping onto Robby’s calf gently.  The man opens his mouth to speak before deciding against it, letting Whitaker use him for some stability.  He waits patiently, his eyes transfixed on the throbbing cock inches away from his mouth.  Robby, who seems to be good at restraining himself, finally says the magic word after what feels like a lifetime:

“Suck.”

Whitaker wastes no time before licking the precum off the tip, swiping his tongue over the head a few times - it makes Robby breathe a little deeper, so he knows he’s doing something right.  Dennis has sucked one cock before, given two handjobs and never himself had been fucked or on the receiving end of an orgasm that wasn’t adminstered by his own hands or toys.  He was desperate to prove he was worth it to Robby, in the hopes that the man would at least finger him senseless. 

Next, he runs his tongue down the length, all the way down before peppering his balls with a few kisses.  He takes one in his mouth, suckling on it gently before pulling away with a popping noise and letting his tongue resume position on his shaft again, licking upwards again. Dennis finally takes the tip between his lips and sucks gently, tasting Robby properly.  He’s decided within seconds that it’s the best treat he has definitely ever had.

He starts to push his head down, opening his mouth wider and managing about half of Robby’s length comfortably.  He sucks on it slowly, bobbing his head up and down, taking his time to enjoy it.  Robby grips both sides of his head, tangling into his curls again as he groans under his mouth.

“That’s it, good boy,” he encourages.  Whitaker feels more heat pool between his legs now, the words affecting him intensely.  He speeds up a little, wishing that the man would let him use his hands to take care of the rest of his cock.  Dennis pulls back to breathe a little, licking his lips with a grin while he looks up at Robby.  “Keep your mouth open,” Robby instructs.  Whitaker obliges, his jaw hanging low with his tongue poking out a little.  Robby smiles at the sight.

Robby then leans down closer to his face with his own, opening his own mouth and spitting directly onto his tongue.  Dennis whines and pushes their bodies closer together as it hits his tongue; he has to consciously try to keep it there without swallowing.  Robby pushes his fingers in his mouth again now, sliding two along the length of his tongue and pushing further back.  His fingers invade his throat, pushing in deeply so that his eyes water.  Dennis finally gags, making Robby slide his fingers out again.

“Daddy,” Dennis whines.

“You have such a fuckable face, you know that, baby? Jerked myself off so many times thinking about you gagging and crying, isn’t that so wrong?” Robby asks, pushing his fingers back into his mouth.  He pulls his cheek outwards a little, his finger running along the smooth inside of it gently.

“No,” Dennis whines around his fingers, the word muffled.

“Hmm? It’s not wrong?” Dennis shakes his head desperately.  “You really are a stupid little pup if that’s what you think.  Felt so wrong cumming in my hand thinking about my own resident,” Robby starts.  He grabs Dennis with a firm grip and leans back, pushing his head back down towards his cock again.  Dennis happily starts sucking again, humming around the tip before pushing himself further down. 

“I found your grad pics from college… fuck… you were so handsome, pup, I couldn’t help myself… you need to take more pictures for me, baby, there aren’t enough,” he groans. “Does it make you feel good to know that I have a screenshot of your ID photo? Sometimes when I see it at work…fuck, kid, you feel so good,” Robby moans, his fingers tangled in his hair tightly.  Dennis wants to explode - his boss has been jerking off to pictures of him for months? Older pictures that are hard to find, something as innocent as his ID? He whines around the man's cock and starts to hump at nothing, desperate for attention between his legs. 

“You’re what? 26? 27? Nearly half my age, but God, you’re so eager.  I could see it in you, so good for me, always needing to prove yourself-” He groans out.  Whitaker blushes at the praise, not letting up from his blowjob.  “Really, Whitaker, I think you’re a great doctor, but I started thinking about you being good for me like this, and just… my good boy,” Robby trails off, moaning a little now.

“Sorry, pup, I need this,” Robby grunts suddenly, grabbing Dennis’ head harshly and pushing his hips upwards, forcing more of his length down his throat.  Dennis feels like he has maybe died and gone to some sort of heaven.  Robby pushes his head all the way down, moaning loudly as his warm, wet throat accommodates his size.  The hair tickles Dennis’ nose, scratching at his soft skin on his face beautifully. It’s only another moment before he gags loudly, trying to pull back instinctively.  Robby lets him, watching as strings of spit link the boy’s lips to his cock, twitching at the sight.

“Shhh, shh, you can be good for me,” Robby reassures him before grabbing his head again, pushing him down faster.  He grips Whitaker’s hair and uses his mouth, fucking his face up and down his length as he grunts and moans.  Dennis feels tears slipping out as the tip hits the back of his throat, but he wouldn’t dare complain about this - he’s exactly where he needs to be. The moans and curses coming from Robby are only furthering his efforts, desperate to not tap out of this yet.  

Eventually, Robby relents - it’s probably not even been a minute, but Dennis is lightheaded from the lack of oxygen to his brain now.  He coughs out and gasps for air, turning his head away as Robby breathes heavily, his cock coated in drool now.

“You’re okay, puppy, mmm?” Dennis nods, turning back to face the man with wide eyes and swollen lips. Robby grins down at him, his fingers trailing gently over his neck and making him shiver.  “That’s my boy, good dog,” he coos again before continuing.  “Can you stand up for me for a moment?”

Whitaker isn’t convinced his legs won’t give out if he tries at this point, but the praise from Robby is making him desperate to follow every command.  

“Paw,” Robby teases, holding his own hand out.  Dennis whines out a moan and lifts his own hand - no, paw, and sets it in his.  Robby holds it, his own hands warm and firm from his years of experience, before helping Whitaker stand, pulling him up.  He pulls him in close, squeezing his thighs around the boy's body to keep him in place more securely.  Dennis is convinced by now he has soaked through the man's underwear - there is no way it’s not obvious.

“Now, Den, I don’t think puppies need clothes, do you?” Dennis shakes his head, shifting his weight more to one foot as the idea of being naked in front of Robby courses through him, making him feel shy.  “Get undressed for me,” Robby says, leaning back slightly now.  Dennis whimpers in protest, pouting and frowning at the man.

“Are you saying no, baby? I don’t speak your language, pet.  Don’t you want to be good?” He answers to the whimpering noise.  Dennis huffs out a small sigh at the words - he does want to be good, more than anything, he wants to please Robby no matter what it takes.  He clumsily reaches for the t-shirt and pulls it off, his nipples stiffening quickly at the contact with the air.  He fingers at the waistband of the boxers, chewing on his lip.

“Daddy,” he whines out.

“Mhm, pup?” Robby asks, watching him carefully.

“Y’know I have um… I haven’t had bottom surgery,” he whispers, the last real thing inhibiting his ability to sink fully into the pathetic headspace that’s been haunting him all day.

“Oh, pretty boy, I don’t care what you have, you’re a perfect pet for me,” Robby reassures him, reaching forward and grabbing his waist on either side.  Robby attaches his lips to his stomach, kissing all over, moving up to his left nipple and taking it in his mouth.  Dennis lets his own hands come down on Robby’s shoulders for balance as his knees feel weak at the contact.  He hisses in pain as Robby bites down pretty hard before swiping his tongue over the hard peak to soothe it.  He gives the same attention to his right side before resuming his kisses over his torso.  Robby suckles a spot of skin above his bellybutton, grazing his teeth over it and nipping gently.  He continues this pattern and Dennis already knows that the prettiest hickeys will bloom in those spots.  

“Fuck,” he breaks his mouth away from his skin, his breath hot on the surface of it.  He rubs his face on Dennis’ stomach, the beard hair scratching and tickling in the most delightful way possible.  “We’re going to bed,” he says, pushing Dennis backwards a little.

“Huh?” Dennis moans, worry washing over him at the sudden shift.  Was that really all he would let himself do? Dennis didn’t even make him cum.

“Don’t worry, kid.  I’m not done with you, not even close,” He says, grabbing Whitaker by the ass and squeezing gently.  “Are you gonna be a good pet and crawl through?  Or are you too dumb? Need Daddy to carry you?” Dennis whines out a response and just shrugs a little, too overwhelmed to make the decision for himself.  Robby kisses his forehead gently with a small, breathy laugh before pushing him down towards his knees.

“C’mon, let’s see how good my pup is,” Robby encourages, backing away to the entrance of the room.  Dennis whimpers again but does as he’s told, sinking further onto his knees and laying his palms flat.  There’s no way that he can really do this, right? He can’t crawl over the floor to Robby, that’s so embarrassing.

“Dennis,” Robby calls again, clicking his fingers.  Dennis looks over with wide eyes and makes a pathetic noise in protest before attempting to crawl towards the man.  He barely gets a meter or two before he’s wobbling, struggling to keep upright.  He feels a pang of humiliation, one that makes him want to curl up and sob on the floor - why did he feel so… useless? 

“No, no, you’re a good boy, don’t cry,” Robby calls, crossing over immediately and squatting down, petting Dennis on his head and face soothingly.  Dennis looks up at him, seeing the man's furrowed brow, the proud expression hiding in his eyes.  He lurches forward and wraps his arms around Robby, nuzzling into his t-shirt now with soft little whines.

“Got you, good boy, my good pup, gonna lift you now,” Robby coos, still petting Dennis.  As promised, he grips under the boy’s arms and heaves him upwards, bouncing him a little so that Dennis can wrap his legs around the man.  Dennis does so, burying his face into the crook of Robby’s neck now.  His lips find the skin immediately, licking and kissing along the side of it gently, Dennis himself moaning in pleasure at the taste of Robby.  

Robby lowers Dennis onto his own bed gently, never once taking his hands off him.  He hovers on top of him before Dennis wraps his legs around his thighs and pulls him down so that his full weight is on top of the younger boy now.

“Sweetheart,” he moans, kissing along his jawline, moving up to plant what feels like a hundred different kisses over his nose and cheeks.  Dennis squirms under him, thrusting his hips up needily, moaning under him.

“Daddy,” Dennis whimpers.  Robby groans again before leaning down to kiss him now, not at all gentle anymore.  He slips his tongue into his boy's mouth, licking at the inside of it and pushing Whitaker’s tongue around with his own.  He moves his hands down the boy’s body, roaming low as he kisses his pup hungrily.  Dennis squirms under him, bucking his hips upwards to try and meet Robby’s bulge to create some friction.  Robby chuckles into their kiss and pushes his hips down, groping his cunt through the boxers.  Dennis whimpers and ruts against his hand desperately.

“What’s wrong, puppy?” Robby asks, squeezing over his boxers a little harshly, making Dennis whine beautifully.  Dennis humps upwards again, squeezing his eyes closed as he melts under the touch - it barely even registers to him now that he and Robby really needed to talk about everything, he just didn’t care.  Dennis shakes his head and reaches down for Robby’s hand to push it further between his legs. 

 “Ah-ah, no,” Robby says sternly, gathering both of his wrists and forcing them above his head.  Whitaker starts to wriggle more, whining desperately and incoherently. Why can’t Robby just touch him already?  Or let him touch himself at least, fuck - he’d settle for humping Robby or even his clothes right now.  He flexes his wrists and tries to pull away from Robby, making the older man chuckle and grip harder.  Robby’s mouth comes down on his nipple, biting down hard.  

“Robbbbbyyyy,” He yelps, tearing up at the pain.  Robby sucks and licks at the bud, mouthing lazily against him as he forces the boy down.  “Pleaseee, please,” he whimpers, pushing his hips up again.

“Poor pup, s’like you’re in heat,” Robby teases, biting down more gently this time, nipping his way down to the boy's stomach.  “Watch those paws,” he adds before letting his hands go, scratching down the length of his torso. He shivers and grunts out, hoping Robby will help him now.  His brain is so gone now, he’s so deep into puppyspace that he doesn’t even remember what it’s like to be a functional human being anymore.  Robby taunting him and saying all these things, talking about his paws, making him feel more and more like a dumb puppy.

His train of thought is cut short as Robby tugs on the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his hips roughly, tugging them off down his legs. He hisses out a breath, looking down at the younger man before dropping to his stomach, pushing his legs apart.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” Robby coos, kissing at his thighs.  “Look at that pretty little cock… fuck, pretty boy… I need to taste you,” he says, nuzzling his face onto Dennis’ thigh, scratching his beard against the sensitive skin. Dennis moans gently, spreading his legs further, feeling so vulnerable and simultaneously so safe with Robby.  

“Please,” Dennis mewls out, his clit twitching desperately in front of his mouth.  Robby makes a huffy noise before gripping Dennis by his thighs and pinning them aside.  He licks along the length of the boy's slit, moaning into him.  His tongue slips into his hole, lapping at the slick pooling there before licking up to his swollen clit, using the flat of his tongue to push over it.  Dennis whimpers and moans, gripping the side of the bed, trying to be mindful of Robby’s warning about his hands.   

“Mmm, pup, do you prefer older men like me? Gross, old perverts who know how to treat dumb dogs properly?” Robby asks, moving his mouth away from his cunt and instead landing kisses on his inner thighs.  Dennis twitches with a groan - how does Robby know everything?  The words send another rush of slick to his hole, one that Robby quickly coats his fingers with before trailing them upwards again.

“Yes, Daddy,” Dennis eventually pants out, writhing stupidly under him.  Everything feels so fucking good, not like when he’s touched himself on his own before - Robby can hit all the right buttons already, he knows how to make Dennis tick.  “No-not-ah!” He’s interrupted as Robby starts flicking his tongue over his clit again, pressing his fingers into his thighs harshly. “You’re n-not a gross pervert,” he whimpers, watching as the older man buries his face in his folds.  The whimpering makes Robby chuckle over his clit, making Dennis push even further into his mouth.  Robby pulls back towards the boy's pale thighs before sinking his teeth in, biting down hard.  Dennis tries to squirm away in surprise, almost letting out a little scream at the feeling of teeth sinking into his flesh.

“You’re a fucking stupid kid,” Robby laughs against him, kissing over the mark now.  Dennis whines in protest but doesn’t have it in him to string a sentence together proving otherwise.  “Coming home with your boss, who's what? Double your age?  Letting me get my hands on you finally, still trying to pretend to us both that this is all okay,” Robby taunts, pushing two fingers inside of his hole suddenly.  Dennis yelps out and squeezes around his fingers, making Robby groan.

“M’ not..not stupid.”  Okay, that potentially solidified Robby’s point.  But all of it felt so right, so good, more than just okay.  “Thought about you for-for months,” Dennis manages out shakily.  He wants Robby to know that he’s equally as perverted - God, if this man knew half of the situations Dennis had imagined them in. 

“It’s just us here, don’t have to pretend anymore.  You like being a dumb pup and I love taking care of you; gonna get you a nice big bed, mmm?  Would my boy like a cage? Fuck, pretty boy, I’ve had my eye on a collar and leash for ages now - just needed to get you all to myself.”  His fingers pump inside of him faster, making him feel all mushy - it’s hard to form any response.  All Dennis has ever wanted was this - an older man taking care of him, a nice cage where he can slip all he wants, knowing that he’s safe.  Knowing that Robby had already been looking at gear for him was making him so fuzzy, so needy.

“Cage, please,” he whines out again, flexing his muscles and tightening around Robby’s fingers again.  His fingers were huge - thick, hitting all the right spots, making him nice and full. 

“Fuck, how am I gonna get my cock in there, baby? So tight, all for me,” Robby says, barely able to keep his lips off the boy's skin.  He’s kissing all over his thighs and hips and cunt, hungrily and greedily wanting more.  Dennis whimpers and reaches out, putting his fingers between Robby’s hair.

“Don’t you worry, doll, I’ll fuck you nice and good, don’t ever have to worry, you just be a good pup for me,” Robby continues, reassuring him that he’s going to fuck him in a way that Dennis hopes means he will make it fit.  His beard tickles all over as he starts lapping at his clit while pumping his fingers against his g-spot, eating him like it was an art.  

“Robby!” Dennis cries out, tightening his fingers in his hair as his boss laps at his swollen clit with much more vigor now.  Robby doesn’t let up, instead doubling down and increasing his efforts.  Dennis doesn’t want this to be over so soon, he wants to keep having Robby’s fingers inside of him and his mouth doing sinful things to his leaking cunt.  “No, no, Robby, I’m gonna cum,” Dennis cries out, pushing away at him desperately.  Robby grips his hips again, pushing him further down - fuck, he’s so weak in comparison.  He tries to roll his hips to push the man off, but there’s no give, Robby has him locked down, his tongue tormenting his sensitive bud.  His brain is so hazy now - all he wants is to cum on his tongue, he’s just desperate for it to last.  

With one last pathetic groan Dennis can’t hold back any longer - he twitches and feels the orgasm ripple through him, tightening his legs around Robby’s head and gripping him desperately, too fucked out to think about his manners right now.  He feels like a few seconds pass where he can’t see as Robby now licks up the slick leaking out from the orgasm, his breath hot on his pussy.

“That’s my boy, good pup,” Robby mumbles into him, giving his clit a momentary respite.  He takes a moment for himself to breathe, giving slower pecks to his thighs again, licking over the bite mark again.  

It’s not even a full minute later when Robby uses his teeth to cruelly graze Dennis’ clit, making him yelp out at the contact.  The way he jumps forces his legs open a little further, which Robby takes full advantage of, pushing them apart to get back into his cunt.  He licks up the endless wetness, giving him a few more seconds to recover before his tongue is back on his clit again.  Dennis almost yells - he’s too sensitive for this, it’s so overwhelming.  He tries to push Robby’s head away by squeezing his thighs together but Robby is too strong - Dennis finds himself shrinking further at the acknowledgment of just how powerful Robby is, both physically and mentally over him. Robby nips his clit with his teeth now, hissing gently as Whitaker crushes his head between his legs.

“Careful, puppy, I’ll hurt you if I have to,” Robby pulls back for a second, making eye contact with the boy.  He gives him a reassuring squeeze on his thigh - all Dennis can do is nod.  If he was less brainless right now he maybe would have thought up ways to get Robby to hurt him, but for now he was just sinking into the moment.  Robby kisses his thigh more sweetly this time before gripping Dennis’ cock between two fingers and pinching hard.  Dennis wails out, shuddering at the pain which makes Robby grin before diving back down between his legs, happy with himself.

Whitaker can barely take it, his poor clit is throbbing, the constant stimulation is too much for his puppy brain right now.  He starts tearing up, whimpering uncomfortably.  How can something feel so good and so bad at the same time? 

“What’s wrong, mutt?” Robby growls between his legs aggressively, immediately going back to mouthing over the poor boy’s clit.

“Daddy…no…” 

“No?”

“Too much… hurts…” Dennis grabs Robby’s hair again, trying to push him away.  Robby pulls back for a second, putting one hand over Whitaker’s stomach, pressing down until he whines.

“It doesn’t hurt, pup, it feels good,” Robby coos, taunting him.  Whitaker yelps out in protest and wriggles his hips, mumbling incoherently for a moment.

“Noooo,” he wails.

“C’mon, pup, I know what’s good for you, right?” Robby asks, sucking on his little cock while he waits for a response.  Dennis is so bleary-eyed now, tears stinging in his eyes as his brain goes fuzzy.

“I…dunno,” Dennis chokes out.

“Shhh, you trust me, don’t you Whitaker? I’ve always taught you well, hmm baby?”  Robby pushes two fingers back inside as he asks questions, confusing Dennis more - he can’t think straight at all.

“Mmhm, but-”

“Trust me sweetheart, you’re too dumb to know what you want right now.  Let Daddy look after you, yeah? Plus, I need this as much as you do,” Robby says, scratching his tummy gently, soothing his confused frustration.  Dennis is struggling to think about anything - what does Robby need?  Robby must see the confused look on his face because for a moment he relents, taking to stroking over the bundle of nerves slowly with his thumb.

“I need to taste my pup, I’ve needed to for so long, are you really gonna say no? I’m taking such good care of you,” Robby reasons softly, shuffling up to kiss his stomach gently.  His fingers never stop working inside and along Dennis’ cunt, something that he definitely thinks will be deliberate, but he can’t spare the brain cells to think about right now. Dennis lets out another whine - it makes him feel more like a puppy, unable to speak properly, just making pitiful noises for his boss.

“H-hurts,” he whines out.  Robby sighs, pulling his fingers out of his cunt for a moment, making Dennis whimper at the empty feeling now.  He can feel Robby shuffling a little on the bed, but his eyes won’t focus enough and his brain won’t straighten up enough to ask what he’s up to.  

“Open your mouth, puppy,” Robby demands, hovering over him now.  His fingers lazily brush up and down his stomach, tickling him a little, but overall feeling relaxing to his overwhelmed little brain.  He opens without question, sticking out his tongue a little.  

“Cute,” Robby praises before spitting into his mouth and shoving his boxers into his mouth almost immediately.  Whitaker’s eyes open in alarm at the feeling of the fabric suddenly filling his mouth, covering half of his face.  He quickly recognises the pattern as the boxers that Robby was wearing and - holy shit, did he really have his attending’s boxers in his face right now? He must be dreaming now surely, he’d gotten off on the idea of stealing Robby’s boxers so many times already.  He can smell the musk of Robby’s balls and cock making its way up his nose, he can taste it too - the unmistakable masculine scent, the way the taste of sweat, spit and precum mix in his mouth.  

“Now shut the fuck up,” Robby growls before roughly pulling his legs apart again and lowering his head between them again.  Dennis whimpers, the sound muffled by the intrusion in his mouth.  Robby starts to suck on his clit again, making the boy bite down, still too sensitive for the level of attention that the older man was planning on giving him. 

Robby goes back down with a second wind now, his efforts more intense than before.  Dennis realises now that even though he was sensitive immediately after, Robby was still slowing down a little so he could recover.  Not anymore.  The smell of Robby’s cock invading his scent receptors was kicking his brain fully into overdrive - he felt like if Robby wasn’t holding his legs so firmly they might just fall off of him.  Dennis isn’t convinced that his limbs would even work at this point.  

He quickly feels another orgasm building - his clit is screaming in overstimulation and he wishes he was strong enough currently to push Robby’s head away.  He feels drunk, sluggish, heavy - it feels so good.  He starts to wriggle his hips again and pull at Robby’s hair, earning him a nip to his clit and a swat to his thigh, desperate to get away before it’s forced out of him.  Robby seems to grip harder, focusing his attention solely on his poor oversensitive cock. He sucks, using his tongue and teeth, not even stopping for air.  

For Dennis it’s too much.  He grunts out and wails through the fabric as his legs tremble, another orgasm flooding out of him quickly.  Robby doesn’t let up immediately, and Whitaker can’t take it anymore.  The tears that had been slipping out in small trickles turned into full sobs.  He feels so vulnerable, so needy, so overwhelmed.  The tears flow heavy and freely, the noises stunted by the boxers.

Robby finally moves his head away, pushing Dennis’ legs together a little before shuffling onto his knees.  He plucks his own boxers from his pup's mouth, looking at his beautiful tear-stained face.

“Shhh, shh, you’re okay puppy, mm?” He asks, stroking Dennis’ hair a little.  He shuffles up so that he straddles Dennis, sitting on his thighs.  The weight is actually grounding to Dennis, being forced down into the bed was making him feel more attached.  He chokes out another sob before nodding - really, he was okay, he didn’t want this to ever end, but he was so oversensitive.

“So good for me, treating me like that, such a good dog, anything to please your owner,” Robby crows at him, planting a kiss on his open mouth.  He trails kisses along his jawline before coming back to his mouth, giving Dennis the option to opt out of the kiss.  Whitaker uses some of his remaining brain to grip Robby’s hairy forearms before kissing him, tasting his own cunt off the man’s tongue.  Robby pulls away, looking down at him again, his pupils blown with lust.

“You have no idea what those tears are doing to me,” he starts, smiling at the boy.  Dennis cocks his head to the side a little, feeling confused.  Robby responds simply by leaning down and licking from the corner of his mouth up to his cheek, following the stream of tears.  “Taste so good everywhere for me,” he mumbles against the skin before doing the same on the other side.  Dennis takes a moment to register what’s actually happening, the hot sensation of the man’s wet tongue licking his tears away.  It sends a twitch to his clit, making him whine in pain.

“Wh-what are they doing, Daddy?” Dennis manages to mumble out.  Robby takes his hand, guiding it down to his cock.  Dennis instinctively wraps his own hand around it, jerking it lightly for his boss.

“You’ve got me so hard, baby, nobody else has ever had me like this…” He starts, squeezing his eyes shut with a soft groan as Whitaker lazily strokes him.  “You’d probably be disgusted to know how many times I’ve jerked off to the memory of you crying in front of me… You hadn’t been there long, remember?” Dennis nods, a vague memory of a bad day in the Pitt catching up to him after someone spilled coffee over his fresh scrubs. He was so stressed out and overwhelmed that it made him all wobbly, crying in the locker rooms until Robby walked in.  At the time it was probably the worst case scenario.

“Came in to the room and God, kid, I wanted to grab you there and then… wanted to kiss you all better, but fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry.  You left and I had to go sort myself so I wasn’t rock hard during handoff,” Robby groans, running a thumb over Whitaker’s nipple.  Dennis feels himself flush at the story - Robby was really sitting on him, having his cock stroked as he recounted jerking off to innocent tears.  “How do you feel about that, pup?”

“Good,” Dennis answers, licking his lips.  Robby seems satisfied enough with the answer; he probably knows that Dennis is pretty incapable of any higher thought right now.  Robby trails a hand up his chest, coming around his neck and squeezing lightly.  It’s not hard enough to restrict his air, more so a little warning squeeze that he could if he wanted to.  The thought excites Dennis more than it should. 

“God, your paws feel so good, such a good pet,” Robby grunts, his cock twitching a little. Dennis whines and closes his eyes, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.  Robby tuts and grips either side of his face with his hand, digging his fingers into both cheeks. 

“You embarrassed, mutt?” Robby teases cruelly, grinning so that Dennis can see the white flash of teeth in his mouth.  Robby’s mouth feels so good, he wants him to bite him again.  Dennis shakes his head, not wanting to admit that he’s extremely embarrassed now.  Robby squeezes harder.

“Lying gets you nowhere baby, c’mon, what do you want?” Robby asks, loosening his grip on the boy’s face as Dennis strokes him faster.  Dennis lets out a pathetic whine, making Robby grin again.  “Okay, well since you won’t tell me what you want, how about what I want? Mmm?” Dennis’ breath hitches, nodding desperately.

“I want to bury my cock inside that cute cunt and fill you up, I’ve waited too long to fuck you now, Den,” Robby growls, shuffling his weight off the boy.  “Gonna fuck some pups into you,” he smirks, his hand coming down to rub at his clit.  Dennis whines and spreads his legs, desperate for it.

“Please, Robby, Daddy, I need,” he whimpers, his hole still leaking profusely.  Robby kisses his knuckles on one hand before manoeuvring them, pushing Dennis’ legs up and around him.  

“I’ve had a vasectomy, pet, so don’t worry - you’ll be my only puppy to look after,” he grins at his boy.  Dennis impatiently shuffles his hips down, trying desperately to get some contact with Robby.  The older man lines up the head of his cock, pushing only the tip inside.  Dennis feels the stretch instantly, knowing this won’t be an easy adjustment to his size.  

“Shirt,” Dennis whimpers poorly, tugging at the material.  He wants to see all of Robby, he wants to see the hair on his chest and belly, he wants to touch it, nuzzle in, mark his body as his own.  Robby raises his eyebrow before pinching at his sensitive clit again.

“Is that how we ask, pup?”  Dennis whines out again in protest - sentences are hard.

“Please,” he pouts.

“Please, what?” Robby asks, dragging the head of his cock up and down Whitaker’s slit, coating it in his slick juices.  Dennis whimpers and pushes into it greedily.

“Shirt, please.”  Robby still does nothing, looking at the boy expectantly.  “Please, Daddy,” he finally rasps out.

This seems good enough for Robby as he reaches for the edge of his shirt, pulling it over his head swiftly.  Dennis groans audibly at the view; Robby is exactly his type.  He sees some tattoos that have never seen the light of day in the Pitt, he follows the trail of hair from his cock up to his bellybutton, the dark curls that litter his chest all over.  Robby grins at him, squeezing a hand in his own.  Dennis starts to think about everything Robby had been saying; the cage, being his pet - would he survive if he got to see this side of Robby often?  He moans out and pushes his cunt towards the man’s cock again, brushing his clit against it.

“Shhh, baby, patience… you’ve never been touched before, it’ll hurt,” Robby says, stroking him gently.  

“Don’t care, please.”

“Den… fuck… stop begging like that, I’m trying to do the right thing… I want to ruin you, pup,” Robby groans, sliding his cock between his labia, grunting at the wetness.  Dennis shakes his head, reaching to touch Robby’s chest.  He feels tears stinging in his eyes again, frustrated and desperate for his cock now.

“Please,” he croaks out, giving Robby the biggest puppy-dog eyes he can.  Robby huffs and runs a hand over his face, breathing deeply.

“Don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you,” Robby snaps suddenly, positioning himself at his entrance again.  Dennis barely gets any more time to react to that before Robby pushes all the way inside, the hilt of his cock pressed as far in as he can.  Dennis lets out a loud yelp at the sensation;  Robby clamps his hand down over his mouth before he can finish the noise.

If Dennis has learned anything from this evening, it’s that Robby is fucking huge.  Dennis mewls and whimpers as Robby starts sliding in and out of him.  It burns so fucking good, he feels like he’s being fully stretched open.  It’s hard to adjust to the size, not that Robby is giving him much time.  He’s been patient enough, he’s desperate now.  

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts, sweat starting to bead on his forehead.  Dennis deliberately clenches around his cock, making the man grab a fistful of his stomach, digging his nails in beautifully.  “Oh, kid, don’t try it, I’ll teach you a lesson soon enough,” Robby shakes his head with a smirk, thrusting into his cunt more harshly now.  

Dennis is once again, completely overwhelmed.  The tears start again, the sensations in his body feel heightened. Being Robby’s puppy was so easy, so so much easier than being a doctor every day.  He never wanted the feeling to end.  He lets out a sob; it’s not from the pain, he just can’t stop crying.

“Want me to stop?” Robby asks, continuing to fuck into the boy.  Dennis shakes his head quickly.

“N-no, no, more,” Dennis cries out.

“Bark for me, pup,” Robby grunts, his balls slapping against Whitaker, filling the room with the most lewd noise imaginable. Dennis allows himself to get over the embarrassment and bark once, a small yip, encouraging Robby to keep taking him.  “Good dog,” Robby praises, interlocking fingers on one hand together.  He uses the other to hold himself up, the hand nestled in beside Whitaker’s head on the bed.  The angle that they’re at is euphoric - Dennis has a good view of the hair under his arm, the faint smell of sweat coming his way directly with every thrust.  

Robby brings their joined hands up to his mouth, kissing over Dennis’ knuckles again before slamming himself into the boy roughly, making Dennis yelp out helplessly.  Dennis knows nothing except gripping his hand like a lifeline and feeling his own hole stretching around Robby’s cock.   Dennis weeps under him, too many feelings and emotions hitting at once.  He doesn’t want Robby to stop, ever, he wants this to keep going, he wants to feel both completely exposed and entirely protected forever.  Robby could give him that. 

“Such a good boy… always knew you’d take my cock so well,” Robby grunts out, moving his arm and instead reaching for the boy’s clit, rubbing it gently.  Dennis lets out a high-pitched whine; he’s still so sensitive.  Robby lets out a chuckle and keeps going, groaning as Dennis squirms away from it.  “Look at this pretty little cock, all for me, all of it for me,” Robby coos out, continuing at a pretty brutal pace.  He wasn’t kidding when he said he would struggle to be gentle, it just works out well that Dennis wanted Robby to be rough.  His words were making him melt, making him feel like maybe he was put on this earth to be Robby’s pet, to make the man happy.

Dennis is able to tell that Robby is getting close now - the older man is losing his composure.  He buries his face into Dennis’ neck, the breath hot and wet on his skin, making Dennis whine.  Robby tilts his hips upwards a little now, readjusting so that he is grabbing Dennis much more forcefully to fuck into him, bringing them both closer.  Whitaker whimpers and squeezes the muscles in his cunt again to tighten around the thick cock, making Robby grunt in pleasure suddenly.

“Pup, fuck, need to breed your pretty pussy,” Robby mouths over his ear, his tongue darting out to lick over the shell of it.  The sensation makes Dennis whine, arching upwards and clenching around him again.  All he can think about is having his boss cum inside of him - he needs it so desperately.

“Please,” he whines out.

“Mmm? F-fuck, what’s up, Den?” Robby asks, breathing heavily from his erratic thrusting.  If Dennis was a little more tuned-in, he would be able to tell that Robby was just as desperate for his puppy, that this meant everything to him too.  

“Cum,” he mumbles weakly, nuzzling into the hair on Robby’s chest, wrapping his arms around his back tightly.  Robby huffs and puts more of his weight on the younger man now, gripping him painfully.  He moves one hand back to Whitaker’s insatiable, swollen clit and rubs at it as he thrusts in and out again, moaning loudly.

Robby bites down on his shoulder as he lets his own orgasm free, tensing and pumping his cock in and out, much more slowly now.  The gasps against Dennis’ skin were the most attractive sound he would ever hear.  Dennis feels the seed filling him up, the way Robby twitches inside him, still rubbing at his clit.  The feeling of Robby cumming inside of his cunt was something Dennis would never forget, even if he tried.  He never wanted to forget, it was so fucking beautiful.  

His third orgasm follows almost immediately, wet and stronger than ever.  Robby gasps as Dennis twitches, making his spent cock pulse again.  He didn’t rush to pull out, however, it was slow; Dennis’ legs pulled apart wide as Robby watched his cum leaking out of his hole.

“Such a good boy, so pretty like this…” Robby coos, his eyes fixed on the scene.  “Made for taking my cock, weren’t you? Knew it from the day I saw you, knew you’d be so good for me,” he continues, taking his hand and kissing again.

Dennis wished he had the ability to speak, but he was completely gone. Robby was muttering praises in a constant flow, most of them were lost on the boy.  It all sounded like noise, his brain was fuzzy, his body was warm.

“Open,” he hears, bringing him back to earth a little.  He opens his mouth, not even sure what for.  It could be anything, he would do anything.  He grunts out as Robby’s fingers slide back into his sensitive pussy, filling him again only for a few seconds.  The feeling is just as quickly gone, replaced by Robby pushing his now cum-soaked fingers into Dennis’ mouth.  Dennis instinctively sucks, licking the salty mixture of them both, moaning in pleasure at the taste of Robby.

He can see himself getting addicted to Robby, quickly.  The smell of his sweat and musk, fuck, Whitaker would pay money to rub his face in his underarm and lick the sweat off his balls every single day.  Maybe if he really became Robby’s pet he wouldn’t have to pay, better yet, maybe it would be expected of him.  He liked that idea.  

Another sensation of intrusion at his hole makes him weakly arch upwards again, Robby’s fingers were back inside.  This time his fingers went to his own mouth, never breaking eye contact with his subordinate as he licks his own fingers clean.

“We taste so good together, mm baby? Gonna have to fill you up with my pups every day now, yeah?” He asks, one hand now massaging Dennis along his tummy, down to his hips.  Dennis nods, not even sure what he’s agreeing to - whatever it is, he’s happy.  Robby chuckles softly, lowering his head to kiss Dennis again.  His lips ghost over the boys before he continues speaking.  “You’ll always trust me, yeah? As your Daddy and as your boss.  Because you’re a good doggy, and a good boy… Gonna let me use your pretty body whenever I need, right?”  Dennis mumbles a yes in agreement, pushing up to kiss Robby.  The man happily obliges the contact, stroking his stomach gently as he kisses him sweetly now.  

The kissing and gentle petting lasts for what could be forever to Whitaker - his brain is so mushy and fuzzy he really has no idea.  He whines as Robby pulls away finally, sighing heavily as he slides off the boy to rest beside him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” Robby says, stroking a damp curl out of Whitaker’s face.  He instinctively nuzzles into the touch, rubbing his face on the man’s hand.  Robby grins at him before slipping off the bed and into his adjoining bathroom.

Dennis notices the loss immediately. Robby wasn’t close to him anymore.  The thought made his stomach churn, making him stir on the bed.  Everything felt so heavy, his limbs felt like lead.  His brain wasn’t much better, he felt like he was processing everything ten seconds late.  He couldn’t stop the tears slipping out - he missed Robby.

“Robby,” he calls out weakly, his tears getting more intense.  His head lolls to the side - fuck, everything felt so out of reach.  A sob wracks through him as he tries to sit up, dizzy and disoriented.

“Hey, hey, Den, what’s wrong?”  Robby comes  back, rushing over and grabbing his shoulders.  Dennis pouts, his bottom lip wobbling before he pushes his face into the mans chest again.   He has never felt more pathetic in his life - fuck, the man left for a minute.

“Thought y-you left me,” Dennis hiccups, his grip iron-tight around Robby.  Robby hugs him back, pressing soft kisses into his hair.

“No, sweetheart, I’d never leave you, ‘specially not like this… I was just getting my shower ready for you, okay baby? I was always coming back to my pretty boy,” Robby soothes him, making small circles on his back with his fingers.  Dennis cries for a few moments more before the words and movements settle him down.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, embarrassed now.

“Don’t be, it’s very normal.  We can talk about it all tomorrow, yeah? Right now I need to clean you up and get you to bed,” Robby assures.  Oh, yeah, the thing Whitaker came over to do: sleep. In separate beds.  Robby would probably want him cleaned up so he didn’t dirty up both beds in the place.  Dennis just shrugs.

“What’s wrong, talk to me?” Robby prompts.

“Wanna sleep with you,” he mumbles out, shrugging.  Robby looks surprised for a moment before he laughs instead.

“As opposed to where?”

“I-I thought… you’d want me to sleep in the other…” Dennis gestures weakly.

“Kid, you’re so cute.  Such a sweet boy.  There’s no way I’m letting you sleep anywhere that’s not right beside me,” Robby strokes his cheek, tilting his face up to look at him.  “You’re mine. Now, I’m gonna help clean you up, get you some water and then we’re going to get into bed together, got it?” Robby asks, squeezing at his cheek gently.  Dennis nods, relief washing over him instantly.  

“Speak, puppy.”

“Please, Robby, Daddy, need… yes, sleep,’ Dennis strings out.  He feels so dumb, so wobbly and unsure of everything.  Robby will guide him.  He always does. Robby praises the response before bending down and lifting Dennis in his arms, making the boy gasp.  Robby is fucking strong, so solid, his presence makes Dennis feel so grounded. This is exactly what his puppybrain needs. 

Dennis nuzzles his face into the man’s bare shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his bare skin, breathing in his scent.  He’s still a little sweaty from the sex;  Dennis suddenly hopes that they can shower together - he doesn’t want Robby covered up just yet.  He likes just looking at him, seeing everything now that is usually hidden by a layer of scrubs.

Robby turns the shower on and waits for it to heat up properly while Dennis pees.  Robby watches him as he does, making the boy squirm a little.

“Robby,” Dennis squeaks in protest, squeezing his legs together.

“Mmm?”

“You’re watching me pee,” Dennis shyly answers, trying to think rationally.

“So?  I love watching you, baby.  I like watching you at work, learning from me, demonstrating how good you can be for me,” Robby answers, putting a hand in Whitaker’s hair, scratching the scalp lightly.  “Don’t you want to keep being good?  Make me proud?” 

Dennis swallows nervously, never taking his eyes off Robby’s face.  He nods, desperate for exactly that - to make Robby proud.  Robby chuckles and kisses the tip of his nose sweetly.

“That’s my boy. We have to house-train you, don’t we puppy?” Robby coos at him, making him blush.  Dennis scoffs out and stands up, feeling smaller than ever.  Robby grabs him and kisses his shoulder gently, letting one hand squeeze his hip. Dennis moans into it, feeling so comfortable with Robby already.  Is this what he was missing?  Someone to care for him, to fully offer himself to?

Robby guides them both into his shower, putting Dennis more directly under the water and standing behind him.  He gently lathers up some soap and rubs it all over Dennis, massaging into his body with tenderness.  Dennis closes his eyes as he does, enjoying the feeling of the hot water soothing him, the steam circling around them both.  Robby’s hands are magical, rubbing out any tension - not that there’s much left.  The older man gropes at him a little, hands coming down and squeezing his ass, fingers sliding between the folds of his pussy.  Dennis doesn’t mind, he likes that Robby is a little perverted. Really, he’s barely thinking at all; his brain is barely stringing sentences along now. 

They get out of the shower, Robby wrapping a fluffy towel around him tightly, ruffling the damp curls on his head with a small smile.  Whitaker yawns, the sleepiness setting in again.  He feels pathetic - he can barely function for himself, but he doesn’t feel bad about it with Robby.  He feels safe.  He hopes it lasts, that tomorrow they’ll both wake up and Robby won’t decide he regrets all of this.

—

The covers are pulled back so that Dennis can slide into the bed which he does so thankfully.  He’s so sleepy now, he wants to feel Robby’s warmth and curl into his chest.  Robby slides in beside him, shuffling over immediately and grabbing Dennis, pulling him flush against his chest.  

“You still okay, baby?” Robby asks, nuzzling his face into Whitaker’s shoulder, his beard scratching him gently.  Dennis nods, finding one of Robby’s hands and linking their fingers.

“Feel so… mm.. Floaty?” Dennis answers, his eyes becoming heavier with sleep.

“Yeah? Like a little puppy?”

“Exactly.”

“There we go, good boy.  Get some sleep now, I’ll be right here with you, not letting you go now, Dennis,” Robby whispers, tucking his face into the crook of his neck.  Dennis just whimpers gently, drifting off, happier and lighter than he ever could have imagined.