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Be a GoodBoy Pt.3

Here is part two of Puppy! Matt , A Pet Play piece where Marisha leaves Matt in care of Laura and Travis (Heavier on the Matt/Travis) when she leaves on business. After an afternoon nap and some crate time, a visitor stops by and reminds Matt of his place. 

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Mature, of course

This will need another part, so if anyone has request/idea on how to wrap up this play scene, I’d love to hear it!

Matt got to stay there, curled up against Travis and Laura, dozing off and drugged on comfort for two hours. Then Matt is gathered up even against his soft whimpers and protests to stay put. First, he’s left in Laura’s lap with his head beginning to clear as he watches Travis lift and carry off with his kennel. Then Travis comes back for him, picking Matt up and carrying him across the house. Matt is much more awake now, wiggling and whining softly, wanting to know what was happening. “Shshshshhhh,” Travis brings Matt into the dining room which sits at the corner of the house. Matt sees his kennel tucked up under a window, giving him a view of the front yard and street. Travis sets Matt down by his kennel.

“Listen,” Travis squats down, gently rubbing under Matt’s jaw. “You have to stay in here. Alright? I’m not going to lock you up because you’ve been very good and I believe you can stay here and behave.”

Matt looks around the dining room, then back to his kennel. He whines softly when he looks back to Travis, not happy at the idea of being left in here.

“Laura is bringing you something to help pass time sense we won’t be playing with you.”

On cue Laura comes in with a big quilt in her arms. She hands Travis a tablet then spreads the quilt out on the hard wood floor in front of the sunny windows. “A nice place for you to stretch out,” She smiles as Matt and ruffles his hair.

Travis shows Matt the code to unlock the tablet then hands it over. “Here. Watch something. Play something. No work, you know that.” Travis stands back up, pointing to the two archways that come into the dining room. “Do not leave this room without permission or you’re in immediate trouble and you’ll get locked up.”

Matt just nods as he looks to the arch he’d come in from. He wishes he could stay in the living room on the sofa. But no dogs on the furniture. He knows that.

“Okay. I expect to not see abit of you anywhere but here for a while then. If you need something you have no problem getting our attention.”

Matt returns that comment with an innocent smile and wiggle of his hips.

“Yeah. Alright.” Travis rub’s Matt’s head. “Behave.” He says before leaving the room again.

Laura scritches the back of Matt’s head for a second before waving bye-bye and walking out as well.

Matt watches the doorway, straining to hear something. But he really can’t hear much. Huffing he opens the tablet to find something to watch.

Matt ends up laying in his crate in the sunlight, legs sticking out the door and spread out wide on the quilt. He passes his time watching classic DragonBall that he finds saved to the tablet.

He dozes off, wondering if this weekend would just be a nice lazy weekend full of napping and petting. He isn’t opposed. He was worn down from work, and rest could do a different good then a heavy scene.

He pauses the tablet that’s leaned up against the inside of his crate before backing out. Matt is thinking about if he will be expected to have a bed time and is getting a drink from his water bowl when he hears it. A voice.

He’s been hearing voices the whole time he was left over here. Hearing both Travis and Laura mixed in with the TV volume. With the sun setting and leaving the front yard in heavy shadows, Matt tries to look out and see the drive way. He can’t.

He strains his ears to hear the voices better. He can. He can hear this voice. It laughs. Matt’s heart picks up beat as he heads for the source. It’s in the living room, distinct from the tv that’s been turned up.

Matt is in the hall, about to reach the stairs, about to reach the living room when a different voice stops him dead in his tracks.

“Matthew!”

He stops stiff at the sharp tone in Laura’s voice. He looks at her over his shoulder and tries to make his case when Travis speaks up.

“What? What’s wrong?” Travis comes out of the living room. Looming down over Matt with a scowl. “Bad dog.”

Matt whines and tries to peer around Travis, but the man leans down and pulls Matt up into his arms.

Matt isn’t at all comforted by being carried this time. “Nooooo.” He squirms.

Travis smacks his thigh as he carries Matt back into the dining room.

“Oow,” Matt drops his head onto Travis’s shoulder.

“You’re about to get much worse,” he sets Matt down on his feet by the kennel. “Speak. What were you told.”

Matt glances over Travis’s shoulder and sees Laura standing in the archway, arms crossed. “I thought I heard-.”

“No,” Travis takes Matt’s jaw and forces him to look forward. “What were you told.”

“To stay. In here.” Matt drops his head. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“You’ve been fussy and tense all day. I bet you’ll relax if we warm your ass up abit.” He turns Matt and guides him to bend over the top of his crate.

Matt can’t help the pathetic sounding whimper he gives as he folds his arms under his head and his fingers tangle in the metal bars. There is some relief when Travis takes a firm hold of his hip as it seemed he’d be keeping totally clothed, which Marisha never allowed. But Matt sees that it doesn’t hardly matter. Travis was much /much/ stronger then Marisha.

Travis can only get a half dozen swats across Matt’s ass before the boy is whining loudly and squirming. The sounds Matt make are just heart breaking. He really is good at sounding sad and pathetic. Travis must hurry up to finish a dozen smacks before he has a chance to stop himself.

When Travis lets Matt go, the pup slides down on his knees, still whimpering. Matt scoots forward, leaning heavily into Travis’s legs. Travis sighs and sits down, being met with Matt’s wide, wet eyes.

“Ooh poor puppy. Look at how sad he is.” Travis wipes the boy’s eyes before pulling Matt in close to his chest. “So sad,”  Travis teases the pup a little.

Matt whimpers, burying his face against Travis’s broad chest,the man in an attempt to get closer. “ ’M sorry sir. I’ll be good.”

“I know buddy, I know. You’re forgiven. You’re a good boy, you’re such a good boy.” He watches Laura come over and squat down to pet and rub Matt and try to comfort him. “Look at how cute he’s being. Maybe we should have started it with this.” Travis chuckles and rubs the boy’s ass.

Matt doesn’t think he could be any more embarrassed, but he shifts under the hand that soothes the sting in his ass.

Travis and Laura laugh softly, cooing at him as he tries to cling to Travis.

“Are you gonna stay put now?” Travis pull’s Matt away from his chest.

“Yesir.” Matt sniffs.

“Alright. Laura and I have to go finish getting ready for tonight. It’ll only be a few more minutes. I think you can finish waiting with your nose in the corner.” Travis pats Matt’s ass before setting him down out of his lap.

Matt whines softly, hanging his head as he crawls over to the nearby corner and settles down there. He can hear someone rattling his cage behind him, and Travis passes him on the way out, patting his head with a soft praise. Then Laura comes over, scratching the back of Matt’s neck before handing him his dragon. Matt carefully takes it, trying to lean into Laura to get her to stay, but she pinches his cheek before she follows Travis.

Matt sighs, giving another sniffle, before sagging against the wall, holding his toy in his lap. His emotions are making an absolute mess of his insides. His guts twist up tight, turning hot and bothered. His head is fuzzy and racing between thoughts of need and sadness.

Matt isn’t sure how long he has to stay in the corner, but sense he hadn’t been given a kneeling command, he shifts to sit cross legged, slumping against the wall and holding his toy to his chest. He can still hear soft talking across the house and he knows he can hear the third voice. His initial excitement flares back up but now with some added nervousness. Would he be in more trouble? Was his one punishment enough? He thought he’d been pretty good today! He hoped so.

“Maaatt.” Laura comes around, looking at him curled up and looking miserable. “Oh buddy. No sad puppy. Poor boy. Come here, you want a hug?”

Matt turns around and crawls towards Laura but she is stood up and motions him up. He gets to his feet, still clutching the tail of his toy. Laura smiles and pulls Matt into a hug, rubbing his back.

“Good boy. Goood boy. You going to be okay? Do you need quiet time?” Laura slowly rubs his back.

“No ma'am.” Matt shakes his head just a little, still buried against her neck. “No more alone time.”

“Okay. That’s fine. You ready to come play for a little bit? You can bring your friend.” She points to the dragon.

“I’d like to play now. I’ll be good.”

Laura coos and cups Matt’s face in her hands. “Sweet puppy.” She rubs his cheek for a moment, until Matt gets pink and squirmy again under all the attention. “Okay. Down. ”

Matt nods, and carefully kneels. He takes his dragon in his mouth and watches Laura expectantly who spends a moment looking down at him with quite a lot of mischief in her smile. Then she leads the way back into the living room.

Matt follows at heel, his chest tightening as he gets close to the living room, still nervous. Travis appears at the door way, a crooked smile on his face.

“There you two are. Come on Matt, come on,” Travis encourages the pup, holding his hands out.

Matt’s hips wiggle then he picks up pace and passes Laura, pushing into Travis’s waiting hands. Face and head pressing into the warm hands, wiggling around excitedly as Travis pets and rubs him all over.

“Good boy, gooood boy!” Travis gets excited watching Matt hop around and get an anxious case of wiggling. “Good puppy, good boy, shhhh calm down. Calm down.”

Matt drops his dragon to the floor, sitting up to place his hands below Travis’s chest trying to get the man to lift him.

“Nooo, not right now. Maybe later,” Travis rubs the back of Matt’s neck abit.

Matt begs, pawing at Travis’s chest and whining.

“Nooo. No.” Travis says firmly. “Down. Don’t start whining again.”

“Again? Are you having a whining problem?”

Matt freezes up before looking over across the living room. Standing on the other side of coffee table is Taliesin, hands in his pockets, looking right back at Matt with one brow raised.

Matt drops down, taking his paws off Travis and sitting neatly at the man’s feet. He shakes his head.

“No?” Taliesin asks. “You haven’t been whining? Cause I haven’t been here very long but I have heard plenty of whining.”

Matt ducks his head and shifts into a practiced sitting position, with his back straight, his knees tucked under him and his hands out flat and neatly tucked against his knees.

Taliesin comes over and lays his hand on top of Matt’s head. “I show up and you suddenly remember your manners? Don’t let me get in the way of your bad behavior.”

Matt gets red and chews his lip. “I’m sorry sir.”

“You weren’t told to speak.” Taliesin pinches the edge of Matt’s ear.

Matt winces a little and just nods.

Taliesin squats down and tilts Matt’s head up, taking a quiet moment to study the forlorn expression. “Well. May I have a hug or are you not happy to see me?”

Matt lights up immediately, tackling Taliesin with open arms. Taliesin falls back on his ass, accepting all of Matt’s enthusiasm with his own smile.

Travis and Laura hadn’t heard Matt get vocal aside from his whines and the howling earlier. But now? Matt was barking up a storm. His hips had moved past wiggles and were into large excited wags. Taliesin is laughing as Matt clings to him and covers his face in kisses between the yapping.

Matt knows exactly what Taliesin expects from him and what to expect from Taliesin in return. Taliesin likes his barking and his kisses and cuddles. Taliesin can give the best lazy cuddles but he is also very use to Matt and won’t put up with much of anything. Matt can’t get away with anything with Taliesin.

“Okay okay. Mark,” Taliesin motions to a spot a foot away. Matt backs up onto the spot and sits down. Matt stays there and watches as Taliesin gets to his feet.

“Can’t say I knew he’d do that.” Travis watches how Matt obeys Taliesin’s commands without a moment’s hesitation.

“That’s why I’m here.” Taliesin rests his hand on Matt’s head. “Show you everything he can do.”

Matt is looking around while they talk. Taking in the scene that has been laid out in the living room. His backpack has made an appearance, right next to a small duffle that Matt recognizes as Taliesin’s. The strangest thing Matt sees are two towels laid out over top of the cleared coffee table.

Raising an eyebrow Matt yips softly and paws at Taliesin’s calf, hoping for some answers. Tal obliges. To a degree.

“I offered to Travis and Laura here, a crash course in how to handle your naughty ass,” Taliesin takes ahold of Matt’s jaw and turns his head side to side. Matt paws again, hoping to get something more. Taliesin ignores him this time.

“So,” Tal turns to the couple. “First thing first. If you’re keeping him in the house, especially by this time of the day, you might as well undress him. It isn’t cold. He will be fine.” Tal snaps his fingers and gives a quick motion without even looking at Matt. “If you want, you can just make him undress himself, but if you really just want him to feel his place is under your hand? Do it yourself.”

Matt has gotten to his feet where he sat and looks between Tal and Travis nervously. No one was telling him anything. Just expecting him to follow obediently.

When Taliesin turns back to him Matt grabs the bottom of his shirt to pull off. Taliesin smacks his hands sharply.

“No. Bad. Hands down.”

Matt whines as he lets go of the shirt, but it’s cut short with a smack over his nose.

“Don’t you start whining. I’m not going to listen to it,” Taliesin gives Matt a look that has the pup sag his shoulders and drop his head in shame.

“Really? That easy to get him to stop whining all the time?” Travis and Laura have moved to the sofa to watch.

Taliesin grabs the shirt, starting to undress Matt by just moving and handling him as he needs. “He is not allowed to whine unless he’s been told to. One reminder should be plenty.” Taliesin tosses the shirt aside before grabbing the waistband of Matt’s pants and yanking the younger man closer. “Right? One reminder is all you need?”

Matt nods quickly.

“Why do I have the feeling you’ve been getting away with plenty?” Taliesin pulls Matt’s pants down now. “Hands on your head.”

Matt obeys, taking position and watching Taliesin. When his eyes dart to the side, he sees Laura and Travis sat close together, eyes locked on his slowly exposed frame. He looks away.

Taliesin squats down to get Matt out of his pants. But when Matt tries to kick the sweats off, Taliesin reaches up and lands a sharp smack to the inside of Matt’s thigh.

Matt yelps, wincing as a bright red mark grows on his pale leg.

“You were not told to step out. You need to quit thinking so much,” Taliesin warns.

“Yesir,” Matt whispers, ducking his head with his hands locked on top.

Taliesin lays his hand back on the spot, rubbing it as he watches Matt’s face. The puppy is flushed, pupils slowly starting to dilate. It’s fun to watch Matt try to find a place for his eyes, nervous and squirmy under all the attention. Once he found his right head space his eyes would rest with his mind.

“Step out.” Taliesin touches the right ankle. Matt lifts his foot. “Down.” Matt drops his foot. “Step out,” Matt lifts his left foot. “Down.” Taliesin tosses the pants aside and rubs up and down the lengths of Matt’s bare legs.

“What’s with the stepping stuff?” Laura asks.

“Matt thinks too much. More than the rest of us. Constant. The whole point of this, all of this, is to make him stop thinking for abit. Otherwise he is wound up and nervous and snippy. To get him down, all the way down into his head space, it’s best to take everything away from him.” Taliesin stands back up. “You’re keeping your socks for now.”

Matt just nods as a response, lifting his head some to watch Taliesin.

“I saw you didn’t bring any jocks.”

Matt’s eyes get wide and he shakes his head. He is trying to say no, he doesn’t want to wear one, but it just comes across as saying he hadn’t brought any.

“I brought your blue one. So, no worries there.” Taliesin assures Matt, before hooking his thumbs in the waist band of the boy’s red boxer briefs and pushing them down.

Matt squeezes his eyes shut, toes curling against the carpet.

“I’m going to go grab that.” Taliesin moves away now, towards his bag, to go fetch the jock strap.

Matt’s head falls to his chest, staying perfectly still as his own fingers dig into his scalp. It isn’t quiet. Matt can hear Travis and Laura at his side, laughing between each other, muttering softly. Matt chooses not to focus enough to hear.

A warm hand rests on Matt’s exposed belly, soft and steady. “Good boy,” Taliesin murmurs. This coaxes Matt to open his eyes, allowing Taliesin to see them even darker now, steadier. Progress. Taliesin rubs gently before getting down again. “Step out. Both.”

Matt gently steps out and nudges his underwear to the side before Taliesin is lifting his feet again, careful to guide the new underwear on.

Not that they can hardly be called such. Sure. His briefs clung tight and left little to the imagination, and now there was nothing left to imagine, but jocks left you exposed. Made Matt nervous. But he only shivers and twitches slightly under Taliesin’s hands as the other man gets them fixed and carefully tucks him in.

“Is it on good? Comfortable?”

Matt shifts his hips abit before nodding. “Yesir, thankyou sir.”

Taliesin pats Matt’s head. “Hands down. You need to get on the table and tell me if your knees need your pads.”

Matt keeps his eyes away from Laura and Travis who are sat at their coffee table like two people with front row seats. Matt settles down on all fours on the coffee table, shifting a moment. “It’s fine sir.”

Taliesin hums and pats the towels and pushes on the table. “No. Get down. You’re wearing your pads. You’ll be up there for a while.”

“Sir-”

“Excuse me?”

Matt scrambles to his feet and puts his hands up in a little begging motion.

“You can ask.”

“How long, sir?”

“As long as it takes Matthew. You don’t need to worry about it.” Taliesin grabs Matt’s knee pads. “Put these on then back on the table.”

“Yesir,” Matt whispers. He sits down with his back to the others as he gets his kneepads on. He can see Taliesin is in his backpack while he gets back on the table.

“Take position.” Taliesin orders.

Matt is somewhat peeved and somewhat relieved. His shifts into his trained position, arms and legs spaced properly, hips lifted, head held just right. Matt can’t see Taliesin any more, starring towards drawn curtains. But he doesn’t have to find something else to look at to stop from watching Travis and Laura.

A touch to his ribs makes Matt jump, head snapping around to see what had touched him, his hand flying to cover the spot.

“Hey hey. It’s just me.” Travis assures, touching lower, on Matt’s side now, hand moving along the tender underside of Matt’s exposed belly.

“Position, Matthew.” Taliesin reminds, a distinctly different tone then a warning, which Matt is thankful for.

“Yesir. Sorry sir.”

Matt falls back into position as Travis’s other hand moves down the slope of his arched spine. Laura’s much smaller fingers slowly stroke the side of his thigh. Matt stays still.

“Good dog,” Taliesin mumbles, now directly behind Matt. “Back up. Feet over the edge.”

Matt slowly moves back till his feet are hung over the edge of the table, then gets back into position.

“Good. Hold.” Taliesin rubs Matt’s exposed hip. “Relax Matt, deep breaths. I’m putting your tail in.”

Matt’s gut clenches up, eyes closing again. He tries to do the deep breathing he was supposed to when told to relax, but at the exhale, a weak whimper shakes his chest.

Travis pets Matt’s hair, “careful. You’ll get in trouble.”

“No,” Taliesin opens the bag with the tails. “That wasn’t whining.” He pulls the lube out. “He’s nervous. That’s okay. He hasn’t been told to keep quiet. He can make noise.” Tal explains, busy warming the lube on his fingers. “It won’t take long to tell the difference between whining and crying.”

“Oooh,” Laura pets down Matt’s back. “Poor puppy. He’s being so good, trying so hard. But he doesn’t like being on show.”

“Oh, he likes it.” Taliesin scoffs. “Matthew. What is your safe word?”

“Square, sir.”

“Do you use your safe word whenever you want?”

“Yesir.”

“Do you want to use it now?”

Matt swallows. “No sir,” he says softer now, heat gathering in his belly.

“Good boy. That’s my good boy.” Taliesin’s clean hand rubs Matt’s side for a moment. “You’re behaving well. I’m going to spend some time showing Travis and Laura how to put your tail in and how to take care of it. You stay relaxed but no talking. Speak only if something is wrong.”

“Yesir.” Matt shifts abit to get more comfortable then relaxes. He glances over as Travis and Laura get up and go around to Taliesin. Matt drops his head, face burning as everyone gathers behind him.

Taliesin is starting to work the first finger in. “You guys know this part,” Tal nods to the couple. “Lots of lube. Lots of patients. He is relaxed right now so this shouldn’t take too long. We’re going to do the rubber tail. It’s bigger, but I don’t think it’s going to be in too long. If you want to put in the big fuzzy tail, that plug is glass and small so he can wear it much longer. Play in it. Naps. Anything he doesn’t need pants for.” Taliesin pushes in the second and. “Which is most things.”

Matt moans quietly starring down at the stitching of these towels. When two hands push into his hair, Matt shoots back up, snarling as the hands yank away just as quick, tugging his hair that they are tangled in. Seeing Laura there, hands held up in shock, he immediately regrets it. He closes his mouth quick as he can, looking at Laura with wide eyes.

“Did he just snap at you?” Travis comes around.

“He did.” Laura drops her hands. “I surprised him.”

Travis grabs Matt’s jaw, “Surprise or not, something has to be done about that. Bad dog.”

“Oh, there is,” Taliesin comes around, shaking his head. “We are going to postpone the tail.”

Matt’s chest clenches, guilt rising till it bubbles out of his chest in soft whimpers.

“I’m going to go wash my hands. Matthew, behave. One peep out of you and I’ll cane you.” Taliesin warns, shaking his head before leaving.

Matt’s sinks down, Travis letting him go, until he is down on his elbows, head hanging. Matt wants to melt through the table top and hide, suffer through his shame without an audience. He can’t believe he had snapped at Laura. He hadn’t known she was there…. but still he knew no one else was in the room. He knew he’d messed up.

“Matt,” Laura runs her fingers through his hair.

Matt picks his head up and gently nuzzles her arm before kissing her wrist. He looks up at her through his lashes.

“You didn’t hurt me,” she rests her hand under his chin, “but that was very bad.”

Matt can feel a burn behind his eyes. He nods silently.

Taliesin comes back in grabbing Matt’s back pack. “Position.”

Matt straightens up lifting his head as well. He gives Taliesin his saddest and most pathetic look.

Taliesin just shakes his head as he pulls leather from the bag. “You know better Matthew. You know better.”

“Yesir,” he whispers.

“This,” Taliesin ignores Matt, “is Matt’s muzzle. It can be worn under his puppy nose and ears. The important part of the muzzle is to get the bit right. Open.”

Matt opens his mouth wide and tilts his head up.

“This rubber bit keeps him gagged and quiet.” Taliesin makes sure the bit goes in right, then buckles it behind Matt’s head. “On, right?” Taliesin tugs on it as Matt attempts to nod. The muzzle covers Matt’s entire jaw, along the underside, with straps going around his ears. His nose stays uncovered for easy breathing.

“The bit can come out and be zipped closed or replaced with something. But he needs to be gagged and I don’t have anything better. You’re lucky.” Taliesin says. “We will gag you better later.”

Heat rushes through Matt’s body, burning through his belly. He just nods, nearly silenced by the rubber bit stuffing his mouth.

“Here,” Taliesin hands Laura a set of leather cuffs. “Those are for his ankles. These are thigh.” He hands them to Travis. Go get him ready.“

A third set stays with Taliesin who grabs Matt’s arms, not even asking for his paw, and just handling the sub as he buckles Matt into his wrist cuffs. Matt tries to hold still as Laura and Travis do the same behind him. Forceful hands tighten leather around his slim frame.

"Head down.” Taliesin orders.

Matt carefully settles down, first to his elbows then onto his shoulders so that his head is flat against the table top.

“That command will put him down into his most submissive pose.” Taliesin is behind Matt again and checks the cuffs before he pulls Matt’s arms back and between his wide soread legs. Finally, Taliesin clips Matt’s wrists to his ankles. “I don’t have a spread bar, Matthew. Move your knees and I have the cane. That is your only warning.”

Matt nods, muffled noise bubbling from his muzzle.

“I’m going to finish plugging him. You two go ahead and just do whatever you want.” Taliesin smears cold lube over Matt’s hole.

Matt jumps a little at the chill, trying to protest around his gag. A weak gargled noise comes out. Matt rubs his burning face against the towels, embarrassed by his own noise.

Taliesin swats Matt’s thigh. “Hold still.” Then he busies himself with opening Matt. He enjoys watching the way Travis and Laura seem fascinated by Matt’s compromised and restrained position. Laura is tracing along Matt’s arched spine, then along the gentle ridges of his ribs before finding his nipples.

Travis is staying at Matt’s head mostly, petting his hair and massaging the boy’s throat. Taliesin watches Travis’s rhythm of squeezing Matt’s throat, restricting his air as the hand in his hair forces Matt to hold Travis’s gaze.

Matt is entirely relaxed. Pliant. He takes little time to open like this, Taliesin pushing the tail in.

Matt moans low as the weight of the rubber plug fills him. His hips rock slowly for a moment as Taliesin is teasing him with the toy.

Laura tugs at one of his nipples as Taliesin pushes the plug deep. Matt cries out, hips bucking desperately.

“Whoa there,” Travis grabs Matt’s muzzle and pushes his face down into the towel. “You were told to hold still.” He scolds.

Matt cries softly against the towels, shifting to slowly spread his legs abit more, making the strain of his bulge just painfully obvious to the others.

Taliesin shakes his head. “Oh no. I think you’ve had plenty of attention. You need to be thanking your baby sitters for taking such good care of you.” Taliesin releases Matt’s arms.

Matt holds his position, his mind a fuzzy wash of need and want. A need to serve. A want for release. A need to please. A want for praise.

“Good boy,” Taliesin rubs Matt’s stretched thighs with both hands, loving the weak moans Matt tries to make around his gag. “You can make far too much noise with just that bit gag.” Taliesin tisks. “Didn’t pack your cock gag.” He pinches Matt’s ass, causing a tiny yelp.

Taliesin grins at Travis then, who is still pinning Matts head down with one hand and the other gripping his throat firmly. Taliesin rubs the pinched spot for a moment. “What do you say Travis? Got a gag for him?”

Travis’s eyes are dark, “oh fuck,” the man says softly. He glances at Laura who is grinning. “I think I do.”

“Go on babe,” Laura urges. “Go sit.”

Travis just nods and lets Matt go. He settles down on the sofa, watching as Taliesin helps Matt to all fours and then onto the carpet.

Taliesin unclips the muzzle, making Matt moan as the bit it pulled free. “I expect you to give Travis your best performance.” Taliesin uses a wet wipe to clean Matt’s face the gives him some water. “Drink. Then go beg.”

Matt chugs some water before handing it back. He quickly comes over to Travis, panting softly as he comes to push between the man’s legs. He looks up at Travis through his lashes before nuzzling at his thigh.

Travis watches Matt in awe. Watches the small man rub his face along the inside of Travis’s legs, nuzzling and kissing, the whole time, whining and crooning as his nose and lips would come to press against the strain in Travis’s sweats. Matt’s hips sway and bounce, the tail wagged and swings playfully behind the man’s ass.

“Go on babe,” Laura whispers, rousing him from transfiction. “Let him have it.”

Travis nods, grabbing Matt by his hair and pulling his back, following Taliesin’s lead on man handeling the puppy. The other hand reaches into his own pants and tugs his cock free, already half hard. He watches Matt’s eyes get wide.

“How many men you been with pup?” Travis strokes himself a little.

Matt glances back at Taliesin, making sure he’s allowed to speak. “Three, sir.”

“Yeah? Three. Tal. And who? Liam?”

“Yesir,” Matt whispers.

“Who else,” he gives Matts hair a tug.

“Brian, sir.”

“Brian? Really?”

“Ashley and Marisha like to watch.”

Travis chuckles and lets his hair go. “Gooood boy.” He strokes himself again. “Okay. Then I’m sure you know what to do with this. So, get going.”

“Yesir.” Matt sits up abit for a better angle, hips wagging excitedly. He gives the head a few licks before taking it. Matt is a little nervous that Travis would be difficult for him to take as he is bigger than he is used to. Not huge but proportional. But Travis is gentle. He holds still, he pets Matt’s hair, murmurs soft encouragements as Matt sucks and slowly works himself down.

Matt can hear soft moans from Laura and he is assuming she has taken it upon herself to pleasure herself as she watches. He doesn’t know what has happened to Taliesin. He is too focused. Because yes, Travis is big, but not too big. Matt can take the man, carefully, down his throat.

Travis’s hands start to leave him. His attention seeming to shift. When Matt looks up from his work he sees Travis has moved his focus to Laura. His hands on her now, their kissing growing more heated.

Matt whines against Travis, shifting around and pulling half way off. Travis doesn’t seem to notice. Matt moves in close again, taking most of Travis and using the angle to rut against the sofa. No one says anything. Taliesin must have left the room.

Matt stops grinding against the sofa and shifts back to kneel correctly again. Trying to turn his head so he can watch Travis and Laura at least.

Travis gasps, lurching towards Matt. “Fuck fuck. No teeth!”

Matt freezes, clearly startled. He hadn’t been paying any attention and had caught Travis’s cock with his teeth.

“You didn’t mean it.” Travis rubs Matt’s jaw, reading him easily. “It’s alright. That’s your warning. No more. ”

“No more what?” Taliesin returns from somewhere.

“He got his teeth on my dick.” Travis leans back, relaxing again.

“Matthew! It’s always your mouth. Bad dog.” Taliesin scolds.

Matt whimpers pulling off all the way to duck down.

“Hey hey. He’s alright. He really didn’t mean to. I was moving around alot.” Travis reaches down and rubs Matt’s head, watching Matt’s hips wiggle a little more.

Taliesin looks down with a frown, “uh huh. I’m sure he’s innocent.” Taliesin motions to Travis. “Matt. Go on, don’t give me those doe eyes. Apologize to Travis by using your mouth right.”

Matt nods quickly before taking Travis again. He tries to be more enthusiastic now, tries to keep Travis’s attention and make up for his little mistake. It works, for abit.

Travis moans low deep inside chest. He reaches down, rubbing Matt’s head with one large hand then starts to guide the boy’s head, rolling his hips slowly. “Like this. Yeah? Yeah. Just like that. Goood boy.” Travis sinks down on the sofa, legs hooking around Matt to draw him in and pin him close.

Laura starts to crawl in closer to Travis, her pants completely gone now. Matt hears Travis laugh, a low rumble in his belly, glancing up to see them kissing again with Laura straddling Travis'es thigh and blocking the pup’s view of the man he was serving. Matt whines softly, shifting in the tight space wrapped up in Travis’s legs.

“Matthew.” Taliesin says, voice a stern warning. He reads Matt easily and hopes to keep the boy focused.

Matt whines again then starts to move his head again, trying to get back in time with Travis’s thrusts. But the man’s hips are now moving irregularly and occasionally jerking up to gag Matt.

Matt blinks at the mist in his eyes, whining louder and pawing at Travis to show the man his discomfort. Travis stops thrusting at all now, his focus on his own hands on Laura.

Matt huffs  bobbing his head a few more  times before pushing down and dragging his teeth down towards the base.

“Ah fuck!” Travis cries out and pushes past Laura to grab a fist full of Matt’s hair and yank him off. Matt squirms and nips at the head as the cock leaves his mouth. “Shit! Matt! What did you do that for?”

Matt twits his head abit as Travis has a firm grip on his hair. He just sits there smugly, panting softly with his tongue hanging out over his swollen lips and his tail wagging happily.

“Did you do that on purpose?” Travis growls.

Matt smiles wide, baring his teeth in a bright white flash.

Travis rumbles, barring his own teeth. “Give me his muzzle.”

“No no.” Taliesin grabs Matt by his collar. “Matt wants your attention Travis.” He turns Matt to scowl down at him. “Bad dog.” He growls. “Needy, bratty little dog. Needs to remember he doesn’t get to make demands. Needs to remember his place.”

Matt squirms, Travis still holding his hair, and Taliesin still pulling his collar. His nerves were building fast, anxious energy causing him to fight and struggle against them. Its frantic inside Matt’s head. Pure need building.

Taliesin lets him go and Matt tries to push away from Travis, but the man grabs his arm with the other hand and hauls Matt up over his thigh.

Matt whines, finding his eyes on the fabric of the sofa. Then Travis lays a hand on Matt’s head and pushes him down into the sofa. “Down dog.” Travis’s other hand is on Matt’s practically bare ass. “You’ve got my attention now. Bad. Dog.”

Travis punctuates the scolding with two smacks.

Matt gasps and lurches forward.

“You aren’t going anywhere till I’ve got a bright red ass on my knee.” Travis scolds. “Keep your head down.” He grabs Matt’s hip before he starts to spank him. Keeping a strong rhythm over the flesh. Making sure to land all around so Matt couldn’t expect what was coming. But really there was little thought going into the punishment as Travis releases his frustration by beating Matt’s ass.

Matt only wiggles a little, yelping and gasping. Slowly his ass is getting worse and worse, a horrible stinging building up with a burning heat setting in.

Taliesin shakes his head. “You should have just asked Matthew.”

Matt covers his head with his hands and whines loudly.

“Asked what?” Laura asks, as Travis is busy with Matt’s thighs, his cries much louder then.

“This is exactly where he wants to be. Right there. Travis’s full attention, paying for what a brat he’s been to you both today.”

“He doesn’t look like he’s enjoying it,” Laura muses as she watches Matt’s skin quickly growing red. Hearing the sharp cries that are muffled into her sofa.

“Doesn’t he though?” Taliesin asks.

Laura lifts Matt’s head, making him look at her. She sees his eyes are blow and dark. She sees him panting, pathetically moaning at the end of each pained cry.

“Bad dog,” Laura scolds, squeezing his red face, digging her nails into tear stained cheeks. “You are enjoying this. So much. Baaad dog.” She gives his face a little shake.

“Look at how he just sticks his ass out,” Taliesin says from where he’s sat in the chair by them. “I’m sure he’s been asking for this all day.”

“He never asked,” Travis grunts. “You want your ass beat Matt? You just need to speak up. From here on out. You better tell me when you want me to whip ya’. I don’t want any more acting out. Understand me?”

“Yesiiirr,” Matt moans.

Laura lays his head back down, rubbing his hair.

“When you finish there, Travis,” Taliesin speaks up. “I’ll show you how to use the cane. Puppy hates the cane.”

“That true?” Travis lays his hand on Matt’s ass, rubbing at the burn in the flesh.

Matt whimpers and nods, trying to hide his face. He really did hate the sharp biting sting that always left raised lines on his skin.

“Then let’s finish up with that then. I can feel the puppy getting way too excited on my leg. Not a punishment at all.” Travis lifts Matt off his lap and sets him on the floor.

Matt is dizzy and weak, folding down on his knees, still panting to get air to his brain and get it to work. He croons and leans forward, trying to cuddle up to Travis. But Travis stands up and leaves Matt on the floor.

“Matthew. Bend over the sofa,” Taliesin commands.

When Matt looks up, he sees the man does have his favorite cane, and Matt’s gut clenches, wetness welling up in his eyes. Matt whimpers before pulling himself up to the sofa and obediently getting into position bent over the arm, legs spread as shoulder length. Being so tall, bent over this sofa left him with his face buried in the cushions, and a deep slope of his spine to keep his ass up where it belongs.

“He’s going to sound very sad for abit,” Taliesin warns the others, coming up behind Matt and smoothing a soft hand along the arching spine. “He’s okay. He just likes to make alot of noise.”

As if to confirm this Matt groans into his hands that he is trying to hide his face in.

“I am very disappointed in your behavior this evening, Matthew.” Taliesin taps the cane against Matt’s thighs for a moment, watching Matt brace himself, taking deep breaths. He sees Matt’s toes digging into the carpet, but he holds very still, knowing squirming can cause the cane to land wrong. No one wants that.

Taliesin taps the cane again before striking. The thick plastic like thing makes little sound. What noise it can make is easily drowned by Matt’s crying out in pain. But the puppy holds still, determined to behave now.

Taliesin strikes again, just above the last, moving up Matt’s thighs towards his ass. “I should make you count.”

Matt only sobs. The couple, who are standing off to the side and are watching in awe, can hear the difference. The difference between Matt’s heated, moaning cries over Travis'es knee where much diffrent from the sharp, wailing cries, that shake Matt’s whole form for a moment after each strike of the cane. They water painful white lines raise on red skin, and they see how still Matt holds and how careful Taliesin is. Matt can’t see, but they watch the disciplinarian biting his lip as he concentrates to hit just right and not too hard. How he reads Matt after ever whip of the cane, and occasionally winces when Matt bawls.

Taliesin hits again. “You’ve been acting up all day.” The next lands on the crease under Matt’s ass and the man howls, kicking the sofa a little before settling down. Taliesin waits and once Matt is still he strikes again directly above the last, landing on the darkest area of Travis’s work. “Such a bad dog. Can’t even suck cock right without having a fit. So, needy. Naughty.” Taliesin finishes it with three in rapid succession up the rest of Matt’s ass so there is a steady set of horizontal lines up the man’s backside.

Matt lurches forward abit, not able to get to far in his position. The pain rising quickly enough that Matt just babbles incoherent in his pain, “I’m sorryyyyy! Ahh! Sorry!” The submissive man collapses, legs starting to buckle under him. The few words he formed begin to melt away into crying brokenly om the sofa. Tremors begin to take Matt as he shook through his crying, shivers rippling through his legs and torso.

When the sofa moves Matt slowly looks up, seeing Travis has sat down next him. Matt gently bumps his head against the man’s thigh as he cries.

“Doesn’t look like you enjoyed that too much.” Travis slowly pets Matt.

Matt shakes his head, tears not slowing. “Ow,” He croaks.

“Yeah? That hurt?”

“Yesir.”

“Let me see.”

Matt glances over his shoulder, seeing Taliesin putting his cane away in his bag. With no one not telling him to move Matt slowly pushes himself up, wincing as he stands.

Travis moves around as well, getting up to help Matt stay steady on his feet. “Poor pup. I can carry you?” Travis offers.

Matt moves in so he can be lifted by Travis, but as soon as the larger man goes to lift him, the immediate pressure on his ass causes Matt to yelp.

“You’re okay,” Travis lifts Matt up, attempting to hold him better so it hurt less. But thankfully Matt still clings onto his shoulders, taking comfort in Travis'es large strong form holding him steady.

Travis sinks back down on the sofa with Matt huddled in his lap.

Laura comes up, gently touching his ass. “Wow,” She whispers as Matt winces. “He is just burning. I can already see some bruises.”

“Here,” Taliesin sits by Travis and holds a bottle out to Laura. “Rub that on there. He will calm down.”

“This going to make puppy feel better?” Laura coos as she taps some of the cream into her palm.

“Yeah, a little. It’ll help with the burn abit. That’s about it. It won’t help the pain.” Taliesin leans over and starts playing with Matt’s hair, taking a moment to draw it all up and use a hair tie from his wrist to get it off the boy’s face and neck.

Matt gasps into Travis’s shoulder, shivering as Laura’s fingers feel frigid against his beaten skin. Slowly though, the chilled cream began to sooth the deep burn that spreads through his thighs.

“He’s relaxing,” Travis murmurs, rousing Matt from some stupor he’d fallen into.

Matt peers up, eyes blurry and sticky from his crying. He rests his head on Travis’s chest, “I’ll be good.” He whispers.

“Sshhh,” Travis rubs Matt’s back. “You’re a good boy. Good boy, good puppy,” Travis kisses Matt’s hair. “You took all of your punishment so well. I’m impressed. Good boy.”

Matt shivers and nuzzles at Travis. “I’m sorry wasn’t nice.”

“You can make it up to me in abit. Mkay?”

Matt nods then shifts to get comfortable as Laura stops rubbing his ass and moves to sit on the other side of Travis.

“You going to tell me when you want something now?” Travis tilts Matt’s head up. “Hmm.”

“Yesir,” Matt bites at his swollen lip.

“Mmm good. Cause I don’t think I’d really turn down a chance to beat your ass or play with this cute little puppy.” Travis teases.

Matt groans and hides his face. The others around him laugh as Matt feels all their hands on him, petting and rubbing him all over as he was finally coming down from the high of his punishment.

“Rest for a minute Matthew. We aren’t done playing yet.” Taliesin warns.

“Yesir, thankyou sir.” Matt lays his head down, eyes closed as he rests.

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