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OBEDIENCE LESSONS
(sequel to Here Kitty, Kitty)
Marton bought a lovely dog collar. It was black leather and it had little spikes on it. He bought a silver tag and had it engraved: ‘Marton's Bitch. If found call 555-1212.’ The silver leash was attached to the collar too. He hunted in his closet for tight leather pants and a leather vest. It had been awhile he had them on but they fit him like a second skin, clinging in places that left nothing at all to the imagination.
Craig had no idea that Marton was serious about a payback. But he was. The "kitty" incident had been one of the most erotic things he’d ever done, but Craig had to be put in his place. And Marton was going to love doing it.
He had no idea how Craig fell for the running lines thing. It wasn’t like either of them were going to be strained learning their many and various lines. He wasn’t completely sure that Craig did fall for it, actually. In any event, Craig would be here soon. So would Harry and Karl. They were his muscle. They would leave once they had helped him subdue his little puppy. Or not, as they preferred.
Marton paced. Harry and Karl showed up.
"Jesus, Marton, remind me to never to piss you off," Karl said as Harry just smirked. They hid in the bedroom, waiting. Marton looked around. Ahh, there was the newspaper. He looked in the mirror. He looked fine. He realized he was nervous, as nervous as a teen on his first date. Hell, this was just Craig! He’d been fucking him for weeks.
He heard the car drive up.
*****
"Marton?"
Craig raised his hand to knock on the door only to almost knock Marton in the face.
"Come in."
A funny feeling skittered up Craig’s spine. He felt like the fly in the spider’s web as he stepped into Marton’s small house.
"Drink?" The image of the drugged drink popped into his mind as Marton smiled and poured them both a drink. Craig waited until Marton took a sip, then sipped his own. He was finally starting to relax when Marton pulled the collar from a drawer. He held it in his hands and looked at it and then looked at Craig.
‘Oh fuck, I’m in trouble’ ran through Craig’s mind as he gulped. He almost didn’t notice Harry and Karl as they approached him from either side of the sofa. They sat down on either side of him.
"Now, my little bitch, it’s time for payback." Marton leaned down and kissed Craig thoroughly, his tongue plundering Craig’s mouth. While he kissed him, Marton handed the collar to Karl, who slipped it around Craig’s neck. Harry moved closer so he could hold onto Craig while Karl fastened the black collar and handed the leash to Marton.
Both men got up. Harry said, "Well, if you don’t need us, we, uh, have things to do, don’t we, Karl?" It didn’t take a genius to figure out what when Karl moved closer to Harry and put an arm around the older man’s waist. Marton smiled and waved at them as he advanced on Craig.
"Marton?" Craig couldn’t believe his voice squeaked on the name. His mouth was so dry. Was it fear? Anticipation? He didn’t know yet.
"Yes, my pet?"
"You don’t have to do this."
Marton just smiled and tugged his leash. Craig stood.
"Get naked." Marton words went straight to Craig’s cock. He unbuttoned his light blue shirt and slipped it off. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He slipped them down, leaving his boxers on. His hard on was very evident now and Marton smiled at him. Craig glanced down to the front of dark leather pants and saw the outline of Marton’s cock. It was as hard as his own. He slipped the boxers over his hips and let them drop to the floor.
Marton began wrapping the leash around his hand, bringing Craig closer and closer to him. When they were nose to nose, Marton whispered, "Yes, I do have to do this and you want it, my pet, as much as I do." And he kissed Craig again, biting his bottom lip gently then sucking it until Craig made a sound. He leaned close to the younger man’s ear and whispered, "I’m going to fuck you until you know that you belong to me, until you don’t even remember your own name. Then I’m going to fuck you some more."
Craig shivered and not from the cold. He knew how insatiable Marton could be. He knew how overpowering and dominant Marton could be and he shivered with anticipation.
*****
Things were moving a bit fast. Marton was already so horny that he knew he could fuck Craig through the floor. He meant to torture his sweet little bitch for as long as possible. He set him on the sofa and stood.
"Strip me, Craig." Craig reached for his zipper, but Marton stepped back. "Wait, I want you to strip me with your teeth, like a real dog would have to."
Marton knew it would almost impossible for him to do without practice and that it would take forever but he was willing to let Craig squirm a little, a lot actually. Craig put his hands behind his back and began with Marton’s belt.
Minutes later, Marton stood there a black leather vest and nothing else. His cock stood as proud and ready as Craig’s did. He hadn’t expected Craig to be so fast. Maybe there were things he didn’t know about his lover. He pulled the leash, bringing Craig back to his feet.
"Very good, my pet. Now back to the floor and put that sassy little mouth of yours to good use. I want to fuck it." Craig slid back to his knees. He kept his hands behind his back as he slowly licked Marton’s swollen head. Marton bit his lip to keep from slamming down Craig’s throat. Once Craig had taken him inside his mouth, Marton did begin to slam into this throat, hard and deep. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, but he needed desperately to come, to shoot down Craig’s tight throat. He did, almost sinking down to the floor himself as the last spasms subsided.
*****
Craig sat still, waiting for Marton to tell him what to do. He could feel precome dripping down his cock. He wanted Marton now, but he knew he couldn’t ask. He was relieved when Marton pulled him up and kissed him. He pressed himself against his master’s hip and ground his cock against it. He couldn’t seem to stop himself.
"Is my pet horny?" Marton growled as he sucked on Craig’s earlobe.
A pitiful sort of "uh-huh" was all Craig could manage as Marton bit his neck. He wondered if he begged, if Marton would hurry it up a bit.
"What does my pet want?" Marton ran his tongue over Craig’s shoulder and down to chest, leaning down a bit to suckle at a tiny nipple.
"You, Marton, want you." He was shaking now.
"What do you want me to do, baby?"
"Fuck me." Marton was even farther down, licking his navel, darting his tongue in long enough to make Craig’s knees wobble.
"Beg me and I might." Marton smiled up at his lover, a wicked smile that reminded Craig why he loved this man so much.
"Please, Marton, I’m going to melt if you don’t."
Marton licked the trembling head of Craig’s cock and said, "Does that mean that I get a puddle of you to lick up off my floor? I think I like you whole and," he licked up the length of Craig’s shaft, "hard."
Craig could do nothing but moan as Marton took him into his mouth. Had he tortured Marton this bad? He knew he had. The back of Marton’s throat was impossibly tight. When he swallowed, Craig lost control. He leaned into Marton, fucking his mouth, coming down his throat. He knew he was babbling incoherently and he didn’t care. The center of his existence was Marton’s mouth.
*****
Marton sucked Craig until the poor boy was swaying on his feet. Then he stood and led him to the sofa. He positioned him on all fours. Marton meant to take him like a bitch.
He had placed the lube in the table drawer before Craig got here and he retrieved it now and poured some in his hands, which he used to rub around Craig’s tight little opening. He was no fool. He knew that his sweet Craig was naturally dominant and that it was very difficult for him to give up enough control to allow Marton to top him. He loved him for his trust.
But tonight, Craig was his bitch, his sweet, nervous little bitch. He slid a finger inside. Craig tightened and made a sound. Marton knew where his sweet spot was and stroked it gently. He loved the groan his finger elicited. He tugged the leash until the Craig’s head came up.
"You’ve been a bad little bitch. Did you know that?"
"No." Craig said, not looking in the least contrite.
Marton smiled. Wanted to play a little rough, did he? Marton leaned over to the drawer that had contained the lube and pulled out a rolled up newspaper. "Isn’t newspaper what one spanks a dog with?" He smiled at Craig’s loud groan. He popped Craig’s pale bottom with the paper, never taking his finger from inside him. He felt muscles tighten in reaction to the spanking. "I think you’d like my hand better. More personal." Throwing the paper down, Marton smacked a round cheek with his palm, hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Have you been a bad boy?"
"Yes," came the breathless reply.
"Do you need to be punished?" Smack!
"Please punish me." Marton slipped the finger out and smacked his bottom one more time, then he poured lube on himself. He entered Craig fairly quickly. He thought perhaps a little mercy was what they both needed now. Never letting go the leash, he leaned down over Craig’s back, just like a dog, holding his hips and fucking him hard. Marton came almost violently, ramming in deeper and deeper, pushing both of them flat on the sofa, Marton on Craig’s back. He lay there for a minute, still inside Craig.
Marton finally let go of the leash. He moved from atop the other man and kissed his cheek then his lips. He unbuckled the dog collar and removed it, kissing beneath it. He handed it to Craig, who read the inscription.
"I take you mean me to wear this again?"
Marton just smiled, stood and held his hand out to Craig.
"Come on, let’s go to my bedroom, so I can love you a little more properly. I think we’ve both learned our lessons for today."
Craig smiled and followed him into the other room.
~end~
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