|Talon (talonsage) wrote in puppy_and_monk,|
@ 2008-03-31 18:01:00
Contining in LA...
"You have the most delightful ears." He can not help but lean over and rub them, nip them then- oh he knew it was sick. He pressed his cock into the soft fold for just a moment and very softly, just a little. Oh, that was SICK! How fantastic. He chuckled. "Thank you puppy. You must keep moving along."
His breath hitches, and his eyes flutter as his Master presses his half hard cock into his ear. The skin there was so warm, so sensitive...so softly fuzzy. He lets the tip of his tongue poke out of his mouth as he looks up, then obeys, moving happily at the end of the leash. Into their playroom...which was everything the name implied. They fucked everywhere. But it was nice to have all kinds of toys and props and...things available in one place and he runs his nose over the spanking bench, licking some faint trace of ejaculate, and threatens to lift his leg against one of the riders with the exchangeable cock poking up from the middle of it and the cuffs dangling from above. He wasn't hinting for anything IN here, and Miroku would know that. He's just being a naughty puppy.
"Absolutely not." He smacked his rump. "You are being very naughty Inuyasha!" He finds an old porn magazine, rolls it up and smacks where he put his hand print. "Put that leg down or Daddy's going to show you something about piss!"
He yelps and lowers his leg, pouting, his ears going back down to about half mast again. He sits down, scratches his ear with a hind foot again, then gets back up and prances forward like nothing happened. By the cross he lifts his leg again.
And so Miroku smacks him with the magazine again. "Do you want a reward for being good or a punishment for being bad? Because this could go either way." Oh please be bad.
He huffs, and lowers his leg, then turns around and licks Daddy's hand like he's a good puppy. Then he crawls forward again. The benefit of doing this in the play room? Everything was easily cleaned, and there was a drain in the middle of the floor. This time when he lifts his leg against the flogging pole, he lets the piss fly.
Over the centuries they have grown comfortable enough with certain things. Like getting rough, which was totally unthinkable when Inuyasha was tiny. It was more than thinkable now. It was required: Miroku made Inuyasha roll on to his back and knelt with his knees on either side of him. His cock was right in his face. "You think that was funny, puppy? Marking my pole?"
He gives him a puppy grin, tongue out and ears up and makes a yip-wuff sound of satisfaction. Oh yes, definitely funny. And to add fuel to the fire he nips at Master's foreskin, since it's right there...
"No! No! You get no reward, puppy!" He ruffles the sweet little hairs in front of his ears. "You get punished like a repentant little puppy and show me how bad you feel." And so he strokes himself. "Just think, if you were good you could have had this, too."
He whines loudly, looking confused and tries to lick Master's cock.
"You did not want to be good, it can not be helped." He reaches back and leans into his arm so he can arch back. I don't mind I suppose. I could aways fuck myself on the harness. I really don't know what to do with a bad puppy." He did.
He whines loudly with the saddest puppy eyes he can muster. He makes huffy, whimpering sounds as he does, looking up pleadingly at Master.
Miroku can feel the nicotine withdrawal. His receptors are devouring his common sense. "You really want my cock?" He likes the way he whimpers like a puppy. Likes it, alot. "You really, really want my cock?" He reaches back and pulls something behind his back.
He wriggles on his back. Master had his arms trapped and he looks up with liquid puppy eyes. He arches slightly, showing his throat, like a good puppy, forced into submission.
"Oh, now you're a good boy?" He smiles. Submission is a beautiful thing. He brings it from behind his back and nuzzles that sweet throat. "You're such a pretty, pretty puppy." He finds his hand. "Give me your hands."
He's not a good boy, not really, but he pulls his hands up obediently for Master, letting his tongue loll a bit as he watches him. He could be a dominant dog...and often was for Miroku. And he could be a naughty submissive puppy...like right now. Fuck he loved his mate. His Daddy. His life...without him? Worthless. Meaningless. Empty.
Inuyasha's dildo-the one with the foreskin- is is favorite toy. "Are you really a good boy?" Miroku sucks on it. "Mmmm..." Inuyasha didn't even wash it up from the last time he used it. He tongues the top and watches his reaction.
He gives him big, golden eyes and whines loudly, eagerly. The little dribble of piss on his belly actually vibrates with the eager whine and he reaches for his favorite (when he didn't want the really HUGE ones or hurting ones) dildo. Was it the one with a vibrator in it? Ohhh...he's sucking on it...FUCK that makes his doggy cock so hard, and he whines and wuffs.
"You like your toy?" Miroku grins. "You like playing with it?" He finds the lube, the tingling one, and dribbles it all over the thing. It pools at the top. "Maybe I need to find out why." He turns around, still straddling Inuyasha, and rubs the dildo against his ass. "Is this what my puppy does when he's playing with it?" He taps, and taps and taps.
He whines loudly. He liked the tingling lube. He liked the heating up lube too. But the tingling lube smells minty and he tries to sit up.
"Don't you dare move." Miroku warns him. "You are a bad puppy and cannot be trusted." One push, oh... then two.... Oh THERE. HE tried to do it like Inuyasha did, with lots of lube and care, but he just had to- HAD TO- make it hurt a little. He shoves it in all the way. "AH!" He groans. "See that? See what I'm doing with your toy?"
His lip wibbles and he makes a whiny howl, his hind paws skittering on the floor. His yipping wuffs are pathetic and he holds his hands up, where Master could see them...not moving but...but...he wanted to lick that now...where the toy was. "Oowooowowooo...." His woo woo's are mournfully wretched.
"I see why you... like .... oh YES....." He pushes his ass out more, goes faster. FUCK but he needs MORE than this. MORE. The toy is a tease. "If you were a good puppy I might let you fuck this." Oh please be good for fuck's sake... Damn the pipe and sake. He needs Inuyasha....
He whines again and again, his ears flat. He was a bad puppy. A very naughty puppy, and he knows what his Master needs. He struggles under him. Bad puppies don't submit when their Master is fucking himself on top of them.
"What... are you doing?" Miroku would growl if he could."You get down right now, you bad, bad dog!"
He barks at him. BARKS. And shows a tooth. Challenging. Master might think he's having fun...but there was more to be had.
"Inuyasha! Heel! You.." His heart is beating so quickly. Where was the submission? Wasn't he supposed to be begging by now?
He bucks under him. Gonna have to make me submit again Master...force your dominance. He wuffs again.
He turns around. "That's enough!" He grabs Inuyasha's legs and puts his knees on his shoulders, then dribbles the tingling stuff on his own cock. "You want this?"
He whines in surprise...it's put on surprise, but he still struggles for dominance, though admittedly not nearly as hard as he could. He shows his teeth again. Oh yes. Give it to me Master...
"You think you can top me, huh?" He rubs his cock against him. "Even now you're putting on a show but we both know what you really..." push "really..." love is" He pushes inside "THIS." He turns the vibrator on. "Oh....." He stops and shudders. It's so.... "Love!"
He yelps loudly, his head going back, throat exposed as he cries like a puppy, not with tears, but with little yipping yelps and whimpers.
"Gods, Inuyasha!" He begins thrusting. He can't help but go fast. He can't. He's so beautiful, laying there, making puppy noises, submitting so... so... His hand goes form his throat to his chest to his belly to his... oh. "Cock's so hard." It was so big, too. He grew up to be such a big boy. He could remember when he was tiny and he would fuck him like this and Inuyasha would... like he was now.... would be so.... like now. "Daddy... needs... you...." He cups his cheek. "Please..."
He whines loudly and clenches around Daddy, submitting now with soft whines and softer eyes up at Daddy, full of trust and love...begging for more...harder...and yes...he would do what Daddy...Master wanted. Anything. Anything.
He touches the mating mark on Inuyasha's neck. "Need this." He lets go of his legs and wraps his arms around him. "Can't deny you anything." He nuzzles the spot on his neck and thrusts as hard as he can. "Anything. I love you." He nips and bites the mark. "Love you so much"
He whines and whimpers, panting and reaching around to push the vibrator deeper into Master, even has he moans, his head going back. "Unnnhhh..." Soft whimpers and moans and he tips his hips back for Master.
His hips buck and it feels. "Oh, Baby puppy..." He pushes one knee back and changes the angle. "FUCK!" He has to stop so he won't come quite yet.
He whines, squeezing tight with his muscles, gasping as Daddy hits that spot inside him. He makes sharp yipping sounds, but averts his eyes when Daddy looks at him. He's being submissive now.
"You good... sweet...." He slams into him, grinds his hips so the vibrator will grind into him and he swivels, just to make sure he really, really feels it. "You like that, don't you? You want more, puppy? Is that why.. why you're being so good?" He nips his mark some more. "Speak, puppy." He slams into him again. "Tell me how much you like..." Oh, Miroku you had better not come now.
He whimpers and whines, spreading his legs and panting hard, making yipping sounds at every slam and swivel. He barks and arches and wuffs and whiiiiiines. Oh maaaaster....
"Come...for...me..." He bites as hard as he can and grabs his hips so he can fuck as hard and fast as he can. He can not break skin like Inuyasha can but he can make him feel. Oh, FUCK! All he can think about is his Baby, his Inuyasha. HIS. HE BELONGS TO HIM! He can't stop himself, now. The vibrator falls out of his ass and he doesn't even care. "MINE! MINE! MINE!"
He howls, loudly and surprised as he comes, with less of a spurt and more of a stream and yowling howling growling noises as he does. Yes...yes...yours Daddy...Master. He's not letting go of the puppy persona...not yet. There's still fun to be had...he hasn't found Master's sake yet even. He reaches up with a claw, and for Daddy, he gashes the skin of his claim. There...bite into that hard.
"Oh, Baby," he knows it's not puppy but it doesn't matter. What a gift. He bites into his neck, HARD. He needs to do this. Not out of fear of loosing him. It is something as necessary as coming. He loves the feeling of belonging and the closeness. The acceptance, the push. the blood and come. The- yessss. Oh, fuck..... He comes so hard inside of him. He could die happy in this moment. He sits up and Inuyasha's looking up at him, silently. He's still a puppy. "Hey, good boy." He combs his hair back. "Good, good boy."
He closes his eyes at the bite...the blood. Gods...it's so wonderful, right down to his soul. He moans softly at Daddy/Master's come and bite, accepting it...taking it all in. When Daddy-Master sits up and strokes his hair back and sees he's still a puppy, that gets him a smile and praise, and he wriggles on his back, showing his belly, still shining with come, and submission.
Oh, his pipe would hit the spot. He smears the come all over his belly as he pets him. "Good boy. You think you know where my pipe is? Maybe even my sake?" He nips his ear. "Daddy could sure use a smoke."
He sits up, panting, then tugs on the leash, nose to the floor.
"Oh, that's a god boy. Find Daddy's pipe," He jangles the leash and waits for his cue.
He leads him to the bathroom, snuffling around the shower, the jacuzzi, the urinal...the toilet was in a different bathroom....under the cupboard. Nope, not here. He looks up with a lolling tongue and wriggling butt.
"So, where could it be?" Miroku blinks. Where does he like to smoke it... the arboretum? "Is it in the hyacinths?" Or maybe the marijuana? That would make more sense.
He tugs the leash, prancing to the living room, snuffling the magazines, the books, the sutra's. Nothing. He snuffles under the couch cushions. Of course he knows where it is....but that isn't the point. He puts his nose in one of the protective plants and sneezes cutely.
"Ah, let us take a look." He feels inside the pot.
He scratches an ear with his foot. That would be Master's favorite tobacco...but no pipe.
"Damn." He sighs. "I'm half a mind to go buy a pack of cigarettes. And you know how I feel about cigarettes puppy."
He whines, his ears down. He crawls towards the kitchen, nosing around the baseboards. Nothing in the cupboards...or closets there. The cleaning stuff makes him sneeze and his eyes water though. He whines and pulls towards the library/study.
"Ah ha! This is promising." He pats the wiggling waggling ass a bit. He can't help but notice how sloppy-wet his puppy's ass is.
He snuffles around the bookshelves, filled with books and curiosities they'd collected over the years. Some of them powerful and sealed, others just pretty or curious. He snuffles under the desk and busies himself licking the dried come from the floor. The computer was on that desk...
He shouldn't be embarrassed but he is. Inuyasha knows what he does with his time. He sees the same websites, sometimes. It is just... dogs and men..... He can't get enough. And sometimes wolves. Oh. And femdom- gods he is especially ashamed of that. He feels his cheeks get so red.
He looks up at Master, his spine wriggling. He licks the underside of the desk too where there's more than traces of Master's come before crawling out from under and snuffling around the room.
"You finding anything besides..." he rubs the back of his neck.
He rears up on his knees and nuzzles Dadd...Master's belly playfully and affectionately. Then he tugs him towards the arboretum.
"Aw!" He loves that. And the feeling that he will be having a nice long smoke, shortly. "Lead on, faithful companion!"
He wuffs and pulls him into the live room. Really it was lovely. And when he buried the pipe, he'd made sure to do it in a moisture proof box so it wouldn't get ruined. But first he has to snuffle around and make it look good...which he does, nose to the floor, then various plants and planting boxes.
"Please say there is no dirt in the stem." That's the hardest part to clean. And not to mention the flavor will linger. All flavor lingers in a stem. This particular pipe was stolen from an American naval officer before world war one. It was lovely: African ivory, wood from the Big Ben country of western Texas. He would be very hurt if he lost it. The officer was a dick and he enjoyed taking his prize possession from him.
He tosses his head slightly and tugs him over to the dwarf tree planted into the floor. There were lots of trees in here actually, but they were the bonsai type. A few though had been set into the floor. The advantage of really literally having enough money to make a home as one wished, even if one only lived in it a few months a year at most. They both needed living things around, specially in the middle of a city like this. He digs into the dirt surrounding the dwarf cherry tree.
"Please tell me you did not..." He groans. No, give him credit. Inuyasha is brilliant though he likes to downplay his genius. He knows how to play with his paranoia. "Please, Buddha. Do not punish me with a muddy pipe." He could always buy more sake but a pipe was different.
He lowers his head into the hole and comes up with the box. It's metal, and tightly shut and sealed with wax. He whines as he trots to Master and puts it at his feet, looking up at him with bright eyes. Lookit what I found!! Lookit what I found!! Ignore that I hid it in the first place, lookit what I found!! Aren't I a good boy? Huh huh huh?
Miroku slaps his hand on his forehead. "I suppose this is where I call you a good boy?" He laughs at the irony. "You certainly know how to work me up." He crouches down and pats his head. "You are such a good, good boy. Thank you for giving it back." Not for finding it- giving it back. He breaks the wax- beeswax no less- and pops it open. Ah! He suddenly feels guilty. The ivory is polished anew and there is a new pack of tobacco in there. Organic vanilla flavored tobacco, no less. "Oh, Baby..." He grins.
His butt wriggles happily where it's planted on the floor and he makes his soft yipping sound, watching his Daddy/Master. He knew what his Master liked. He lets him enjoy it, touching the pipe, smelling the tobacco before he tugs the leash again.
He clenches the pipe between his teeth and lights it with a gold plated zippo. "Oh... THANK YOU!!!" He'd happily follow him anywhere, everywhere with the leash as he puffs away. "Oh, damn it all to hell. This is WONDERFUL."
His ears flick at that and he grins as he leads him out to their expansive balcony. The sun was already coming up, so really they'd missed the sunrise, but that was never his objective anyway. He snuffles around their comfy patio furniture...the larger jacuzzi...
"Oh, gods Puppy. I need alcoholic solace. My soul aches form all this goodness. Where is the fucking BOOZE?"