Notes

Oliver didn't like this. Oliver didn't like this at all. He had been openly gay for years and had never been ashamed of who he was, but he felt so out of place sitting alone by the bar on fetish night in the most popular gay club in town. His friend and coworker, Simon had begged and when that didn't work, forced, Oliver with him to the bar. Now, two hours later, Simon was gone with a hot stud in leather and Oliver was left alone with the predators.

He'd been groped more times than he'd liked to acknowledge and as the night progressed the suggestions got more and more rude. At one point a sleazy geezer was rubbing Oliver's ass and whispering in his ear how he was going to choke him all night and fuck his ass raw. Oliver wanted to speak up but the words wouldn't come out. He felt trapped and on the verge of a panic attack when the bartender saved him.

” Hey, back off! He doesn't want it”, the bartender growled at the geezer who quickly crawled back into whatever shithole he came out from.

” Thank you”, Oliver looked up at his pretty cute savior and smiled gratefully.

” You gotta learn how to stand up to those fuckers, especially with your looks”, the bartender scolded harshly, before flashing a smile.

” With my looks?”, Oliver asked. He knew that he was handsome and good to the eye, but he was nothing special. He was shorter than the average man and while he'd spent hours doing laps in the pool, he wasn't bulked up and was looking rather feminine.

” You have the whole innocent aura around you. You make every sadist fucker want to destroy you. Including me and I'm not even a sadist.”, the bartender smiled.

” Destroy me?”, Oliver raised an eyebrow.

” Dirty you. Fuck you, you know”, the bartender shook his head and took another man's order while Oliver thought about his words. Was this really the image he projected to others? That he was innocent. He wasn't innocent like some little girl, he was manly as hell. He had to stop himself from pouting. But, if the bartender or any of the hot guys he'd spotted during the night was offering to fuck him, dirty him he was all game. He hadn't had sex in three weeks and was ready to let of some sexual steam.

” What if that's exactly what I want?”, Oliver challanged.

” Then you should get your ass out on the dance floor, or better, into one of those cages”, the bartender nodded against two steel cages, like those you can find in a strip club and they both stood empty for anyone to claim as a dance spot.

” You'd like that, huh?”, Oliver teased. If not, he'd like it. The thought of dancing in front of all these men, knowing that they couldn't touch him was oddly allouring. Almost like a payback for being asses to him at the bar. He'd drive them mad. But he had no way near the amount of courage it would take.

” Actually, I would.”, the bartender dared.

” I need to get a bit more drunk for that”, Oliver shook his head with a laugh.

” Shots coming right up”, the bartender smiled. The bartender handed him his shot, they nodded and downed their shots at the same time. When Oliver pulled out his wallet to pay for the shot, the bartender shook his head and just pointed at the dance floor with a huge grin. Oliver grinned back and jumped of his stool.

Oliver walked through the crowd, aiming for the right cage with new found confidence. As he reached the cage, the song ” Whistle” by Flo Rida started and he smiled as he opened the cage. Some of the guys near by roared and applauded and Oliver just smiled. He closed the door and took a second to get it out of his head and into his body.

He started swinging his hips right to left to the music and dragged his hands through his head. He whistled to the music and found the bartender who gave him a thumbs up. Oliver flashed a smile and focused once again on the rythmic beat. He shook his ass in a way that would make Beyonce proud and even dared to do a thrust with his hips. He exited the cage when the song ended and realized that quite a large group of men had gathered around the cage and applauded. The realiziation that people other than the pretty cute bartender had watched made his heart skip a beat and his feet a step. He was heading face first against the floor when two strong arms catched him.

” Are you drunk?”, a angry voice above Oliver's head asked. Oliver took a peak of his latest savior. He couldn't see the man's face but saw a well built body with muscular arms. Under a grey t-shirt a washboard of abs hid and Oliver wanted to spread nutella all over them and just lick it up.

” No. I'm clumsy. There's a difference”, Oliver flashed his most sarcastic innocent grin he knew and cringed inwards. He had no game at all and the man would probably just walk away thinking he was some stupid idiot. Oliver's feet found the ground and he stood up straightening his clothes. He got a clear view of the man and his heart started beating faster.

The man was hauntingly handsome. His jaw could cut steel and his eye's were a deep brown color that you just knew had seen things. His upper lip was thin while his lower lip was plump, forming a kissable mouth. The more Oliver looked at it, the urge to kiss the other man became stronger. And like that, Oliver threw his causion in the wind, leaned forward and let their lips meet.

The other man tensed and Oliver realized his mistake and started apologizing. It wasn't like him to kiss men he'd just met and not without even a hint that they wanted it. It'd never been his intention to make the other man uncomfortable or abuse him and a lump started to form in his chest. The other man laid a finger on his lips to shut him up and dragged him through the crowd. The other man manhandled him into a booth were another man was already sitting. As they sat down, the first man spoke to the other.

” Him, I want to take him with us.” Oliver tensed up and watched the first man. Take him where? He wouldn't beat him up? Would he? But then Oliver's heart sank at the sight of the collar around the man's neck. It'd totally slipped his mind that other man might be owned and the lump grew even bigger. If he squinted he could make out the name ”Gabe” on the tag. So, that's the man's name. He could mention that to the cops if he lived to see the morning.

”Does he know that?”, the other man said with an brittish accent. Oliver took a look and the man and had to blink. The man was as beutiful as his friend. He was dressed in a white shirt and a grey tie and was holding a scotch in his hand. He had brown, styled hair that screamed class and a masculine face with sharp, green eyes.

”It may have slipped my mind”, the man Oliver knew as Gabe said shameful, hanging his head low.

” He still thinks you two are going to beat him up”, Oliver raised his voice.

” Did you just manhandle him here without telling him anything? Were are your manners?”, the other man swatted Gabe over his head. Gabe just shrugged apologetic and the other man gave him a crocked smile.

” Can someone please tell me what's happening?”, Oliver was on the verge of shaking.

” My name is Dean and what Gabe tried to tell by manhandling you, is that we'd like to get to know you better”, Dean extended a hand that Oliver shook.

” Oh. I'd like that to. I'm Oliver”, Oliver smiled with relief. He wasn't going to get beat up but actually had a chance to bang the two men. He'd had threesomes in the past and could see worse endings on this evening.

” What brings you here, Oliver?”, Dean asked.

” My friend dragged me along”, Oliver smiled.

” Oh. Is your friend here?”, Dean asked.

” No. He took of a few hours ago”, Oliver shrugged.

” You're not currently owned?”, Dean asked bluntly.

” What makes you think that I'm not a owner?”, Oliver raised an eyebrow.

” Because you're sporting a semi after Gabe manhandled you”, Dean nodded against his crotch and Oliver blushed.

” I'm not owned”, Oliver said.

” Are you into pet play?”, Dean asked.

” I've never thought about it”, Oliver said and paused. Would he enjoy being treated like a dog? Being cuddled and patted on the head like a dog? Yes. Being fucked like a dog? Hell yes. Walked on a leash? That could work. He'd was no stranger to the leash and he liked it. Being fed like a dog? Humiliating. But he did like to be humiliated.

” It's not a requirement but it's definatly a point in your favor”, Dean said.

” I don't like wet or scat and I've never done pet play before, but I like the thought”, Oliver confessed.

” We can work with that. Don't be afraid of asking questions and demands.”, Dean promted. He knew that it could be scary to be a single guy and be picked up by a couple, especially in a bar like this with tonight's theme. He wanted Oliver to feel completly safe and relaxed before they left.

” How long have you two been together?”, Oliver asked.

” Six years this year actually”, Dean said.
” That's impressive. Is Gabe always talking your ears off like tonight?”, Oliver teased. Gabe was sitting quite next to Dean, watching the people around them with intense.

” He doesn't like big crowds. I guess his guard dogs instincts kick in”, Dean shrugged.

” Oh, should we go?”, Oliver asked with genuine worry in his voice. He didn't want the other man to feel uncomfortable.

” You don't know him. You don't know me. It wouldn't be safe”, Gabe scolded. Oliver nodded, but didn't feel worried. Where others might have a sense of personal safety, Oliver had none. Not even when he was little he'd understood that strangers might mean danger. The doctors his mom made him visit thought that he had a mental disorder, but after a few tests he'd proved just to be very naive.

” Do you have a business card?”, Oliver asked and the two men placed their buisness cards in Oliver's open hand. While Dean was watching with amusement and Gabe looked suspisicly at him, as Oliver got up and exite the both.

” Wait here”, Oliver ordered with a huge smile. If everything went down as he wanted, he had a feeling that that might be his last order this night. He elbowed his way through the crowd and made it up to the bar.

” That was a cute dance. Too bad I don't have a dollar for you”

” It looks like it's my lucky night after all. See the two hotties in the booth over there?”, Oliver nodded to the booth with his playmates for the night.

” Oh. That's Dean and Gabe. Lucky you.” His new favorite bartender looked at the both men with such warmth that if Oliver had been worried, he wasn't anymore.

” You know them?”, Oliver raised an eyebrow.

” I've played with them in the past a few times”, the man shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal which made Oliver wonder if the couple had a lot of temporary playmates.

” Well. Can you take their buisness cards? If I show up killed in the morning, I figure you can hand them to the cops”, Oliver handed the two buisness cards over and when the bartender put them in his pocket, it dawned upon Oliver that it might have been a good idea to actually look at them before handing them over. Well, unless it said ”serial killer” as occupation he was not missing much.

” Of course. But can I take a ride before your body gets cold?”, the bartender joked.

” That's disgusting. I'll see you around”, Oliver shook his head but smiled.

” You better come back soon”, the bartender shouted after him. Oliver waved before yet again making his way through the crowd to the booth. He felt a hand cop a feel of his ass but just shook it off. He was over the moon: he was going to have freaky sex with two gods and there was nothing that could take him down. He reached the booth and Dean was still looking amused.

” Now, if you kill me, the bartender will make sure the police know who you are”, Oliver smiled to Gabe who just looked at him. Oliver extended a hand to help Gabe out but Gabe ignored it completly. Dean followed and Oliver realized that the both men were much taller than him. Dean pulled a leash from his pocket and Oliver looked fascinated as Dean hooked Gabe to it. With the leash in one hand, Dean put his other on Oliver's lower back and led the both men out of the club. Oliver waved at the bartender when he was leaving and only got a thumbs up back.

Oliver wasn't an expert on cars, but he was pretty sure that the black car Dean drove was expensive. He was sitting in the back next to Gabe and couldn't help but to stare at the man. Gabe turned to look back and shook his head. Oliver watched paralyzed as Gabe's lips moved up in a smile and couldn't help himself from kissing the man. This time Gabe didn't tense up but returned the kiss.

” Hey, down boys.”, Dean scolded. Oliver pulled away but looked begging at the driver. He wanted to taste Gabe's mouth again.

” Don't look at me like that. You'll have plenty of time to make out later”, Dean smiled.

” About later. How do one exactly do play a dog?”, Oliver asked. He wondered if his imagination was similiar to what Dean and Gabe was up to. His gut said that even if that wasn't the case, Dean would take Oliver's needs and wants into consideration.

” First of all, you're not a dog. You're a puppy. Act as you feel comfortable.”, Dean encouraged.

” This is the way you get your sneakers chewed on when you fall asleep”

” Are you asking to sleep in the cage?” Dean countered, watching Oliver's reaction closly in the mirror. If the kid reacted badly, Dean might had to readjust some of his plans involving bondage.

” You have a cage?”, Oliver looked at him with big eyes and his mouth shaped a suprised o. Oliver imagined himself curled up under a blanket, sleeping in a big steel cage and felt his cock twitch at the idea. His cock was still sporting a semi since being manhandled by Gabe and it didn't look like it was going to calm down soon. The company was just too good looking.

” Yes, of course. Every pet owner does”, Dean grinned. Dean saw in the mirror how Gabe was looking at Oliver with something special in his gaze... was it admiration? Protectivness? Dean couldn't make it out in the bad light. Oliver reached over and squeezed Gabe's hand.

” I think I'll pass. Your sneakers will live to see another day”

” What do you do for a living? Are you a student?”, Dean asked. He could see Oliver in a school bench, doodeling on a notepad and writing essays in coffee shops.

” Actually, I work at a pet store”, Oliver grinned wide, flashing a perfect set of white teeth.

” How fitting”, Dean chuckled as he pulled into the garage. Oliver exited the car and soon felt a warm hand on his lower back. Dean steered him against the elevators and Gabe followed a step behind, pulled by the leash. Oliver didn't know what to expect when Dean opened the door into the apartment, but he didn't expect what he saw.

Dean pulled the switch and Oliver gasped. They were standing in a modernly decorated hallway and the adjoining living room was decorated just as remarkable. He saw a back, metallic spiral staircase in a corner and realized it was a two-story apartment.

” Are you thirsty? Hungry?”, Dean turned to Gabe, who just nodded then shook his head. Dean confirmed it was water Gabe wanted and patted the man's head before walking into the huge kitchen. On the kitchen island stood two dog bowls and Dean filled one of them with water. Oliver watched with fascination as Dean put the bowl down on the floor and Gabe crawled on all fours over and neatly started drinking out of the bowl.

” Let's go to the bedroom”, Dean nodded upwards. Oliver followed Deans upstairs and into the bedroom.


" I need you to communicate with me tonight. We don't know each other well enough for you to go radio silent on me. Tell me what you like and what you doesn't", Dean stroked Oliver's hair gently as he spoke.

" I will try to",

" Is this okay?", Dean asked as he secured the collar around Oliver's neck.

" Yes", Oliver nodded as Dean started buckling a harness around his chest. He went back into the closet, dug around for a short moment and came out with two leather gloves. At least, Oliver guessed they were some kind of gloves. They were round and had no fingers, and on closer inspection Oliver would later find out there was a paw print on the bottom. Dean gently took one of his hands and closed it into a fist, slipping the glove on, fastening the metal buckle around his wrist firmly, but not painfully tight. He repeated the procedure on the other hand and soon Oliver's hand were useless.

" What are those for?", Oliver nodded against the small padlocks. Was Dean going to lock him up? While thought unsettled him, he felt a twitch in his lower areas. The thought of being completely in Dean's mercy was enthralling and he reasoned that if he'd stuck one foot in, he could just make the dive. But then again, Dean could be dangerous and violent even though his aura told otherwise.

" To lock the mitts so you can't take them off. But we won't do that tonight", Dean smiled reassuringly and Oliver relaxed.

" Anything else?"

" Wait and see", Dean crunched next to Oliver and put two leather shackles around his ankles.

Oliver closed his eyes and felt how Dean pulled something over his head. He heard leather and metal rustle and felt the leather tightening around his head.

" How does it feel?", Dean asked, looking at Oliver carefully.

" Look at me! I'm the cutest puppy ever", Oliver beamed and stared at the mirror.

" Yes, you are", Dean laughed and scratched Oliver's ear. Oliver turned around and wiggled his ass against the mirror.

" All I miss now is a tail", Oliver looked up at Dean expectantly. If the man had a frickin' puppy hood he surely must have a tail that fits with it.

Dean went into the closet and quickly came out carrying a medium-sized box. He put it on the floor in front of Oliver and nodded.

" Here you go. Pick one."

Oliver kneeled next to the box and opened it. Dean found his childish excitement endearing.
It was a sea of black rubbery things and Oliver raised a hand to scavenger the box only to see his mitt-clothed hand and remember his current state. He didn't miss a beat before sticking his head in the box and with his mouth fetch a tail. He dropped it on the floor and examined it closely. When brought into the light, the tail was long and robust like a Rottweilers with a small egg shaped end. It looked a little bit like a sword. Dean had to stifle a laugh as he watched Oliver's surprised face as he worked it out.

Oliver dug out another tail to examine. It was much longer than the previous and the plug was bigger. It was one of the largest plugs that Dean owned in the tail department and it was his turn to be surprised as Oliver nodded once and handed it over to Dean. Who could have guessed that the cute guy in front of him was such an anal slut? Oliver blushed and looked anywhere but at Dean's smirking face.

" Can you give me a hand?", Oliver asked, bending over so his butt was raised high in the air while his head was resting on his folded arms. He blushed when thinking about what Dean's view must be like. Not only was his butt hole exposed in this position but also his rock hard cock and balls. When Dean didn't move, Oliver arched his back and wiggled his butt.

Oliver could hear Dean groan and mutter something that sounded like " fuck me" under his breath. Dean snatched the lube from the night stand and lubed his middle finger. He didn't want to move to fiercely and hurt the boy, but when he gently pressed his finger against the pink pucker his finger slipped right in. Oliver moaned and pressed back


Oliver, have you been a bad puppy?
* shakes head *
Have you been a bad puppy?
* shakes head *
No?
*shakes head *
Then why do I have to punish you?