Fawned - A PetPlay Romance Ch. 06

Jensen got a job!

"I'm the new bouncer of this joint." An interesting way to say resident receptionist, for sure, but Barnaby was excited for him! Not only did it mean income for Jensen that wasn't from his parents, something to add to his resume-

It gave Barnaby more time to have the dorm to himself. All the more time to spend texting Gil without fear of being caught laughing, blushing, or taking selfies when their conversations turned heated. Evidently, Gil had been serious about not letting Barnaby touch himself - he needed the pictures as proof he hadn't. And he didn't.

But there were a lot of cold showers that week.

Judging by the direction of their most recent discussion - where Barnaby admitted he'd be willing to try the leash again - he took the initiative to ready his camera. Another text rolled across the top of the screen as he positioned himself on his bed, legs crossed. It wasn't a request for a picture.

'I have a present for you.'

Barnaby watched his own eyes widen.

'Huh??? You didn't have to get me anything...'

'Too late now. Come over.'

He was out of the dorm as fast as could be, putting a beanie over his head when he passed Jensen in the lobby.

One knock on Gil's door was all it took to get it swinging open. He barely caught a glimpse of the man as he was pulled in, zero chance for hello when passionate lips were suddenly claiming his own.

Sudden, but not unwelcome. Barnaby smiled into the kiss, stood on his toes, and wrapped his arms around Gil's neck to keep steady. A much sturdier grasp held his waist, guaranteeing he wouldn't be going anywhere.

"I missed you," he sighed. Gil broke away to kiss down his neck.

"Quit working," he whispered, giving a playful nip, "We can spend every night together."

Barnaby giggled, nuzzling into his hair. "I can't . Besides- You'll get tired of me if you see me every night."

"Impossible." Gil pulled back enough for Barnaby to finally see his face, and once again, he found himself wondering, What does someone like you see in me? But then, the man asked, "Who could get tired of a precious young buck like you?"

Buck? Even without his onesie?

Barnaby scoffed, leaning away. "Let's see- my parents, my professors, my 'best friend'—" He cut off, gasping, as a hand gripped his ass.

Gil smirked and muttered against his ear, "Why do I get the feeling they don't know what they're missing?"

Barnaby huffed and nestled closer, silencing any sounds that might have bubbled up as Gil continued to knead him. It was pathetic - how easily he gave in and stuck himself out for the other. His pants grew tighter in the front, but Gil had no trouble sliding a hand down the back of his boxers, teasing a finger between his cheeks.

"Who else has touched you?"

"No one, sir," Barnaby answered honestly. "I've been saving myself for you."

"Yeah?" The man slipped off Barnaby's beanie and nipped at his ear. "Tell me why."

"Because-" He exhaled shakily. "Because I'm- I want to be good."

Gil chuckled deep in his throat. Barnaby did his best to stay quiet as the other retracted his hand, leaving his ass alone in favor of taking his jacket off for him. It became more of a challenge when he realized he wasn't stopping there. Chilled fingertips grazed his waist, and next, his sweater was lifted over his head. He didn't have any time to question it before Gil was on his knees, tugging down Barnaby's pants.

"From now on," he said, looking up at him. Barnaby balanced himself holding onto his shoulders. "The minute you walk in here, this is how I want you. Got it?"

Barnaby nodded, albeit hesitantly, and Gil snapped the elastic on his underwear. He whimpered, "Yes, sir."

Gil grinned and kissed his hip. "Perfect." He gave his butt a gentle smack. "You wanna be a good boy? Go sit on the bed so I can give you your present."

Barnaby didn't need to be told twice. Down to his socks and boxers, he hurried to have a seat, criss-cross-apple-sauce.

Gil grabbed a little white box from his desk. Bringing it to him, Barnaby could see it was sealed with a red ribbon. He was almost inclined to reject it right away. It reminded him of something out of jeweler commercial - the type of package one would present a necklace or bracelet or watch to their significant other in. Something much too fancy for him, the mere Beneficial Sort of Friend.

It was harder to decline when it was placed in his hand. Impossible with Gil's command, "Open it."

He flashed a weary smile, the words 'I can't accept this' already on the tip of his tongue. He opened the box.

"I figured it should be personal... If it was something you still wanted."

Well, it wasn't diamonds. But it did appear to be leather. A fine strip of it. Brown. And with a tiny silver charm, monogrammed B. Not a collar you would find at PetSmart, most likely.

"The back of the tag has my dorm on it. So, if you ever get 'lost'..."

Barnaby picked it up and sure enough, behind the B - "Hanover, 239." ' You didn't have to' seemed like the polite thing to say at that point, but he had said it already, so he knew Gil's answer. It was too late. This was his collar. "Thank you," he said in earnest. Gil beamed. "I hope it didn't cost too much."

The man waved his hand dismissively. "Pocket change." Then, he was gesturing to it, and to Barnaby's neck. "May I?"

Barnaby offered it to him, and Gil helped fasten the collar on with a golden buckle. It wasn't at all tight. The silver tag rested above his sternum, and Barnaby puffed his chest so it could show itself off. "How does it look?"

Sitting beside him, Gil dug out his phone and placed it into smaller hands. "See for yourself."

The front camera was quick to remind Barnaby how very topless he was. He shrunk back from his own reflection in an attempt to diminish the protruding appearance of his chest, tilted the phone so he would only have to see himself from the shoulders up. God forbid he caught a glimpse of the belly he knew was hanging over his boxers.

But the collar was nice, and it did look a bit more like a necklace. Sleek and discreet, yet - the more he looked, the less exposed he felt by it.

B. Hanover 239.

Not only had Gil dressed him in a collar. He dressed him with ownership.

"It's- lovely?" He meant it. Even if he wasn't. His doubt was whether or not 'lovely' could be applied to such an accessory.

Barnaby turned to give the phone back. It slipped out of his hand, and he squeaked as Gil pulled him into his lap.

"It is lovely," he muttered, examining the tag. Barnaby watched him study it. His owner.

His breath caught in his throat when their eyes happened to lock.

A crooked smile adorned Gil's face, and he tilted his head curiously. "Wonder how much lovelier it'd be if we put it to use."

"Use..?"

"Well, if I all I wanted was something to connect us together, I could've gotten us friendship bracelets."

Barnaby tried not to flinch in the slightest. A friendship bracelet would've been really nice too—

His heart skipped a beat as Gil put a hand to his cheek, tucking his hair behind his ear. Chills racked that entire half of his body.

"If you're willing to be my pet, I expect a little more than wearing a collar for me."

Barnaby's brows furrowed. "You mean...Being sexually available?"

Gil chuckled, seemingly happy that Barnaby wasn't totally clueless. "Part of it, but- Well, you tell me. When you think about real pets- dogs, cats...What comes to mind?"

Barnaby chewed at his lip, and Gil lowered both hands to the boy's hips to let him ponder undistracted. "That...They're loyal? And they've got cute ears and tails?"

Gil's smile reached all the way to his eyes. "Anything else?"

"They keep you company...They don't judge you...They like tummy rubs and head scratches and sometimes they do tricks-"

"Yes! Tricks." Gil lightly scratched his head, and Barnaby was very conscious of it. It felt nice of course, so he leaned into his touch. "How do you feel...about learning a few tricks for me?"

Barnaby hesitated, beginning to shift uneasily. "What kind..?"

Gil's hand swept through his hair and scratched under his chin next. With a shrug, he said, "We could start with rolling over. Oh, and then-" He inched away, reaching out toward his nightstand. Digging through the top drawer, he produced a bag of fruit snacks and showed it to Barnaby. "For every trick you do, I'll give you two treats."

For a split second, he looked a little less confident. Like he had just realized he was asking another full-grown man to Roll Over for those treats. Was this getting freaky in the sheets? He added, " If you're okay with it."

Well. Barnaby did like fruit snacks.

And maybe he couldn't completely understand what the appeal was, but he couldn't see it as being harmful either.

Rolling over, maybe- playing dead? Sure. He could use the exercise.

Barnaby smiled and placed a kiss on Gil's jaw. "Just- tell me what to do."

Confidence restored. Gil smirked, and there wasn't a hint of uncertainty to betray him. "Alright then. Kneel. "

Barnaby complied, kneeling right at his feet. Right away, Gil took two fruit snacks from the bag and held them to his lips. He beamed, but the instant he made a grab for them, the man stole them away. " Nu-uh," he scolded, "No hands."

Barnaby could sense a blush creeping on. He lowered his head, and Gil offered his hand again. This time, he scooped them up with his tongue.

It earned him a light, pleasant scratch behind his ear. "Good buck."

His smile turned shy at that.

"Squat for me," came the next command, "And hold your hands behind your back."

Barnaby obeyed. And Gil brought a hand to his throat. He nearly lost balance, flinching away, but Gil's touch remained fragile. All he did was tilt the boy's head back for him, nose pointed toward the ceiling. A treat was placed on the tip.

" Hold. Ten ...nine-" Barnaby's thighs tensed and trembled as he struggled to keep his head still - struggled not to let the treat fall.

He really did need to exercise more. "Five-" and Barnaby fell on his ass, the fruit snack rolling down his body and ricocheting under the bed.

Embarrassed, he couldn't bring himself to look at Gil. "Sorry..."

A hand reached out and once again, tilted his head for him. He met Gil 's eyes, and they were as sympathetic as could be. "You tried," he muttered, stroking his cheek, "We'll keep trying until you get it."

His heart sank a little, not wanting to make an even bigger fool of himself just yet, but it picked up when instead, Gil told him, "Now. Roll over. "

Laying down on the floor, he did so gladly - once to the left, once to the right. It definitely felt silly, but Gil looked so fond of him. So what if it was strange? It made the man happy. And if Barnaby could do that, then he was happy too.

Gil got onto the floor beside him, and Barnaby rolled onto his back. Presented with three treats, he opened his mouth, letting the other drop them in. "Thank you," he said after swallowing.

"Switch?" Gil asked, gesturing to the bed, "Probably need the bounce for this next one."

Curious as to what that could mean, Barnaby scrambled to climb up on the bed again. Gil rose to his feet. "If I told you to kick," he said, "What would you think I meant?"

Barnaby considered it. Then, with legs hanging over the bed, he looked at Gil and began swinging his feet up and down.

The man chuckled, shaking his head. "No, not quite. Have you ever seen a deer kick?"

Barnaby blinked and tried to search his memory. Nothing specific, but it was easy enough to imagine. "Like a horse's kick?"

"More or less." Gil got two more fruit snacks ready. "Give it a shot?"

Getting on all fours, Barnaby gave the other an unsure glance before weakly kicking his legs back. Gil was right - the mattress did make him bounce a little. Awkward, but fun. The man didn't correct him, so he tried again more purposefully, bringing his hands up to counter the spring on the way down.

"Perfect." Gil offered him his treats, and Barnaby ate graciously from his hand. Each treat had been a sign of success. Something he could be proud of.

He looked up, expecting another command, but only found Gil smirking down at him. "So," he purred, stroking his hair, "If I told you to present yourself...How would you present to me?"

Barnaby pouted. That could mean anything, couldn't it? Walking through the door? Jazz hands and ' ta-daa'? Presentable by putting on his clothes?

"Hi, I'm Barnaby, and I'm Gil's pet..?" Somehow, just saying it felt like it was the wrong option. Confirmed by Gil rolling his eyes.

"Turn around."

Barnaby nodded and shifted to face the wall. "This-" A hand pressed against his back, guiding his chest to the bed. A grasp on his hips followed, ensuring they stayed up. Next, his boxers were pulled down to his knees, and Barnaby turned bright red. "Is how you present yourself."

He'd never felt so vulnerable. His heart started to race.

"Don't. Move."

Barnaby gulped and watched from the corner of his eye as Gil rummaged through his nightstand. A part of him suspected this was coming, and that part of him prepared.

Gil was going to take him from behind. He was going to fuck his face right into the mattress, hitting deep, probably. And Barnaby was going to let him because he was a good pet. Gil would be impressed, he bet. His only question was- how many treats would that earn him?

He exhaled, trying to calm himself as the man grabbed his bottle of lube. He kept searching though, and a second later, Barnaby discovered what for. It was fluffy, looking an awful lot like a deer's tail, but where one might expect a clip - a silver butt plug was attached.

Gil's pants stayed on, and the plug was coated in strawberry-scented liquid.

Barnaby's mouth ran dry, and before he could think of anything to say, the man was behind him. Something very cold pressed against his entrance, and was slowly, slowly inserted.

The first sound to leave Barnaby's lips was a moan.

"That's fucking precious," Gil purred, smoothing the tail out. "Mind if I take a picture?"

Barnaby lowered his ass, the best he could do to 'hide'. High school horror stories came to the forefront of his mind. Rumors of nudes being leaked by jealous exes, those poor people being gossiped about for weeks.

Maybe people wouldn't recognize his voice from the car, but—

But Gil was behind him. And there was a pillow right there to his left. He could cover his whole head. Even if it did get circulated, it wasn't like anyone else knew what his bare ass looked like.

He breathed in and arched deep, hips raised as high as he could make them. It felt like the tail was standing straight up. "Go ahead," he told him, grabbing the pillow, "Just don't get my face. Please."

Seconds later, he heard the snaps of Gil's camera. He was curious as to what the man found so appealing, but then again, he certainly wasn't brave enough to review the pictures himself. Finally, there was a pause, so he added, "Please don't post them anywhere."

"Oh no ," Gil replied. Fingertips grazed up the back of Barnaby's thigh, and he shivered. "I think if anyone else got this view, I wouldn't feel as special as I do now."

Barnaby smiled under the pillow. If Gil felt special, he wasn't the only one. So badly he wanted to believe his words.

Before Barnaby could rest his head on top of the pillow rather than cower beneath it, it was plucked right out of his hands.

"Face me."

He did. Sat up on his knees with his hands on his thighs. There wasn't any use in covering his crotch at that point.

Barnaby gasped but did his best to stay still while Gil stuffed the pillow between his legs. "I want you to grind for me," he said in his deep, gravelly tone, "I want you to fuck that thing until you can't move anymore. How 'bout that?"

Another pout tugged at his lips, and he dared to look Gil in the eye. "Will you- fuck me after?"

Gil's grin grew dangerously wider. "I would, buck." His voice went from gravelly to patronizing. Sickeningly sweet. "But I know you don't have the energy for two rounds yet. You can barely get through one without crying. Now, I got that tail special for you. You don't have to thank me, but I would appreciate it if you showed me what it - and you - can do. So could you? For me?"

Barnaby couldn't argue with that. And while he would've much preferred to have Gil than the tail, it did seem like a fair amount of money was spent on him. The last thing he wanted was to come across as ungrateful.

Wearing a timid smile, Barnaby nodded and balled his fists into the pillow. "I will, sir."

As Gil stood out of his reach, he closed his eyes and began moving his hips. It was such a soft feeling, and he could sense the cotton cushioning his balls with every thrust. It took a bit more effort to get the right friction for his cock, angling and aiming down to pretend it was something he could fuck into. Soon enough, he found a rhythm, and the moans came pouring from his lips.

"You're adorable." Even Gil's voice made him whimper.

"A-Am I doing good?"

"Exactly what I wanted. You're such a good buck, Bee."

His face felt hot, but he smiled unabashedly. His grinding became more intent. The plug didn't fill him all the way, but Barnaby cooed as he squeezed around it. His little tail.

"Think you can do that and listen?"

Blinking his eyes open, he was greeted to the handsome sight of Gil with his dick out. He stroked himself without reservation, and Barnaby was immediately embarrassed by the buildup of saliva in his mouth. Though seemingly ready to explode at any moment, the man still kept such a cool look about him. "L-Listen?"

"Mhm." Through disheveled hair and pacing his fingers, he spoke, "Rules. You're not some wild thing anymore. Can't have you thinking you can do whatever you want."

Barnaby swallowed thick. "No, sir," he said breathless, "We can't have that."

"Well then," Gil hummed, "You know no one else is allowed to touch you-"

"Not even me."

"Not even you - very good. That's number one. Number two, you always wear your collar around me. So I know you're mine."

He was riding the pillow by that point. Much like he'd ridden Gil their first night. His breathing became labored.

"Number - mmm - three, keep yourself clean for me. Fuck. Four, absolutely no talking back. No insulting me, no being a brat."

Barnaby nodded along. He looked up at Gil with the widest eyes he could manage, licking his lips over and over. The man had his cock aimed right at him. "Five..?"

"Number five," Gil repeated, brushing bangs out of his eyes and struggling to catch his breath. "If you break any of the other rules-" He closed the distance between them and palmed the back of Barnaby's head, bringing him closer to his cock. The way his other hand continued to pump him had the boy mesmerized. Awestruck. It didn't entirely register when he finished, "You will face punishment."

Barnaby opened his mouth. His lips were wet and plump. He was so close to being able to give him oral. But each attempt, Gil would tug on his hair, preventing him. And that made him whine like a child. "Giiilll..."

"Almost there, sweetheart," he grunted, "Keep showing the pillow some love."

Reluctant as he was, Barnaby's grinding became more frantic. He couldn't deny the wonderful sensation it brought - like fucking a cloud - and for a few minutes, that was what he put his focus on.