2D squeezed the toy again, lazily flexing his fingers as hollow eyes directed at the TV screen.
Nothing interesting was on, just cartoon blabber and hypnotic colours.
Cracking his neck from side to side, the lad readjusted his laying position on the sofa as he traced his touch to the toy in his grasp.
It was a plushie of a pink dog with black spots littered on its back, accompanied by a scared and pitiful expression.
Think this plushie was from a cartoon he and Noodle got into watching recently, was it Russel who got it for him or the girl? He couldn’t recall.
Inspecting the squeaky toy closely and pulling on its thin long ears, 2D pouted.
Big old eyes, unnatural colour, stringy limbs, petrified yet cute noise whenever someone would give it a slight squeeze and known for having a name that’s ironic but describes it perfectly.
Perhaps 2D had more in common with this little cartoon doggy than he’d liked to admit.
2D was met with a gentle slap to his thigh, courtesy of his current play mate.
“Come on!! Play with me, no sleeping!”
2D sat up lethargically, resuming with a small smile.
Both of them were in the living room since morning, just watching TV when Noodle decided she wanted to play dolls and got her toy box out.
Now here 2D was, as the pink cowardly pupper getting beat up by an Ace Copular figurine.
And other unmentioned roles of toys he got.
“Okay! This next story is about…uhhh-”
The young girl paused for a moment, thinking about the right words to say.
“Aha! This time you be fish princess!”
She exclaimed as she handed 2D a mermaid Barbie.
“And the green prince,” His eyes followed to a finger pointed at Noodle’s favourite toy.
“He wants to eat the fish princess but then falls in love! But they have to kill the whale witch to get marry! You be whale too, okay?”
“And then the end, they eat the whale!! They have it like Kujira sashimi!”
“Uhh Noodle but we…don’t have a whale..”
The girl looked around in her toy box, and sure enough, she didn’t exactly own any whale plushies of the sort.
But there was always a solution to be found.
“Prince can be the whale witch!”
The girl gleefully giggled as she patted the sleeping Doberman on his hind.
Poor dog just wanted to sleep with the sound of the telly on, instead he was pulled (surprisingly strongly) by a very excited Noodle.
2D couldn’t help but laugh when Noodle adorned a unicorn horn headband on the canine, who was clearly annoyed yet not lifting a paw to reject.
“Prince will be whale witch with long horn!”
Noodle planted kisses and pets on the dog’s head, snickering as she saw how grumpier he looked.
Suddenly, Noodle averted her attention to the singer.
“2D! Make sure now you act good…better! You are not good at playing toys!”
2D blinked and scratched his head.
“Wut? Well, m’tryin! It’s hard to know what I’m s’posed to say…and why am I always playing different roles? While you only play as the Ace fella!”
Noodle tutted and softly hit his abdomen with the Barbie doll.
“No complain! Murdoc said it’s bad for you,”
The lad felt a nerve pinched.
“Don’t take what he says as order, Noodle. That old sod will say ‘bout anything-”
Speak his name enough, and the Devil will appear.
Strutting in the living space with a beer bottle in his hand, the man looked at the two with bored eyes.
“Having a nice gossip ‘bout me, are ya?”
Both of them said simultaneously, 2D more in a denial tone while the guitarist said it cheekily.
All in all, Murdoc rolled his eyes.
“Noodle, how ‘bout you go with Russ into town to get groceries? He’s already getting the car,”
“Yayy!” The girl sprung up, cleaned all of her toys back into her box and skipped ahead to the front door.
Well, almost. Murdoc stopped her by giving a poke to her forehead.
“Slow down princess, take the mutt for a walk too.”
Noodle nodded her head and whistled for Prince to come along.
The dog ignored her and even had the impudence to ignore Murdoc’s warning stare.
It was only when 2D gently patted him that the dog finally got up and moved, ears pinned to the back.
Murdoc clicked his tongue as Prince growled when he walked past him, and the fact the dog purposely stepped on the man’s foot leave much for a sweet goodbye.
“Oh no, you stay right there Dentz.”
2D went rigid as he was in the middle of lifting himself from the sofa, face confused.
“But I want to go shopping too-”
“I know yer not talkin’ back to me, sit ya arse back down.”
2D furrowed his brows at the commanding tone, and continued standing up, arms folded together across his chest in a huff.
Both men just stared at each other for mere seconds.
It was embarrassing when the singer sat back down in defeat, stomach churning in fear at the terrifying gaze Murdoc was giving him.
This sucks, why was 2D such a coward…couldn’t even go outside without his dictator’s approval.
Dejected and irritated, he silently watched as Murdoc went off somewhere, disappearing from the corridors.
The lad whispered to himself, slumping against the sofa.
He then noticed the squeaky dog plushie, which ended up on the floor by his foot.
He picked it up and mindlessly twiddled with it, not a thought forming on what he should do next.
The singer could retreat to his bedroom, play with his keyboard or some video games.
If he was allowed to go with Russel and Noodle, he could have gotten some new socks too.
“Those two are finally gone,”
2D tilted his head up as Murdoc came back, a smirk now etched on his lips.
The lad’s stomach did a flip.
Now both of them are alone in the studio…the man hadn’t said anything yet but 2D already felt extremely nervous.
“Were you bitchin’ about me?”
The singer lowered his gaze, blue strands falling to cover his eyes.
He could see the bassist’s feet moved an inch.
That made 2D closed his legs together.
The lad immediately shook his head.
It was the truth anyhow! 2D didn’t talk bad about him…didn’t quite managed to.
“Stuart lad, remembered what I mentioned?”
The latter picked at the toy that was on his lap before lifting his head up, making eye contact.
“…to look at you when you’re talking to me.”
With a pleased smile, Murdoc started to dig in his pocket.
2D hated locking eyes with Murdoc like this, it never failed to make heat traveled up to his spine.
He also hated how the blush creeped in so easily when Murdoc broke the lad’s anticipation with a clean whistle.
And at the green collar being pulled out of the man’s pocket, 2D cowered in on himself.
The man squatted down and motioned a lone finger at him.
“Time to play with papa, little pupper.”
As if on reflex, 2D took a shallow breath and slowly slid down from the sofa, leaving the plushie behind.
He walked- no, he crawled. All on fours, cheeks tinted with scarlet as he made his way to his owner.
It was only one simple order, yet he could feel every part of him was already heated.
But still, when that collar hugged around his neck, securely clasped by rough hands he grown to secretly love and accustomed to, the only thing he wanted was to be with the man he loathed.
It made his head empty, his heart flutter and his pussy wet.
But how did this come about?
It was rather plain, actually. It was the same instance on how he joined the band and becoming the frontman.
There were details and a coherent timeline, yet if you asked him personally…
The same thing could be said about this thing they were indulging themselves in for a while.
The thing being sex, intimate gestures, flirtatious banter and kisses, and even more dirty awful sex.
Alright, it wasn’t awful but it was awful. It made 2D feel awful because it was embarrassing and pathetic.
Murdoc wasn’t into him like that yet they have sex and it didn’t feel casual at all.
Even the label ‘bandmates with benefits’ wouldn’t cut it.
The lad couldn’t recall how they got into this position. Again, it just happened.
Perhaps 2D let it happened because he was still that stupid blubbering 19-year-old boy who had a crush on his saviour, liking the thought of having that older man on top of him, dominating and being mean to him…
And maybe assaulting him with kisses and cuddles but that wasn’t the Niccals style.
No, it wasn’t, yet Murdoc kept doing it and it made 2D sad.
At least with the new addition of pet play in their sessions, he could pretend he was just a dumb puppy, chasing after his papa wherever the man went and freely humiliate himself to reach his orgasms.
It was fun, 2D didn’t have to think about all that awful stuff, about whether or not this thing between him and Murdoc was actually…
Instead of focusing on sadness, he focused on getting treats from his papa, doing tricks and listening to him like a good puppy.
He would often do these tricks completely naked, save for the puppy ears on his head, a tail butt plug stuffing inside and of course, the green custom collar with the singer’s name inscribed on it.
Sometimes when it gets too cold, Murdoc would put him in thighs stockings as well, just to give a little warmth.
2D sat down on the floor, shaken with excitement.
2D gave his papa his hand, feeling giddy as they touched.
Those big warm callous hands, the lad could feel them on his body already.
Blood rushed down to his heat as his owner smiled.
Just as Murdoc mocked firing a gun with his fingers at him, 2D pitifully whined and playfully fell on his back, exposing his belly and pussy to the man.
God, it was ridiculous at how wet he’s gotten, and they weren’t even half way into the foreplay!
But as embarrassing as it was, happiness surged through the lad when Murdoc went to caress his stomach, completely ignoring what’s between the puppy’s legs.
“Good boy, yer a good boy, aren’t ya~?”
But he couldn’t say that, because his owner said good puppies don’t talk. So, the lad replied back just how his papa taught him.
Warm large hands on his belly, what could be better than that?
Palms on his stomach then dragged their way up to his nipples, giving them nothing more than a slight rub before pinching their way to his rosy cheeks.
2D whined, feeling his heart beating faster when mean fingers played with his tongue.
“Satan, you love being a dumb lil’ slut, huh?”
Those words were harsh but Murdoc said them in such an endearing tone, it made the lad feel extremely good.
The boy ended up sucking on those fingers, mouth drooling and eyes going half-lidded in bliss.
It didn’t last long, much to his dismay and that only made his desperation grew.
Luckily, next activity was fetch.
Murdoc allowed 2D to pick an item for them to play with and he brought back the pink dog plushie, hanging in his mouth.
After giving the toy a squeeze, Murdoc threw it off somewhere and watched with foul delight as his puppy crawled away to catch it.
Every time 2D brought it back, Murdoc would throw it further and further, all smiles when the former returned with it without fail.
It made 2D desperate for more praise.
It was perhaps after the seventh throw that he finally received such affection, with his ear being rubbed and his temple being kissed.
It clouded his mind with elation and neediness.
But he had to practice patient, as his papa reminded him numerous times before.
And that was especially true for when they moved on, to his owner walking him around the house with a leash now attached to his collar.
2D crawled and crawled as Murdoc guided him from the front, until his legs were quivering and his heat was dripping, leaving a few droplets on the floor.
The lad would be riddled with hot shame a few weeks ago, not being able to be a whiny pretty lil’ thing, but now? With his face all red and voice yipping breathlessly, he freely excepted the chocolate treats his papa rewarded him with.
Sweetness on his tongue and a hand combing through his hair, 2D’s resolve crumbled.
Wanting more treats, the lad began hugging the man’s leg and looked up at him with watery eyes, humping his pussy on his shoe as more treats touched his mouth.
Shy moans flew out and hips grinded faster, the squelching noises coming from below egging the poor puppy on.
“Goodness, desperate now, are we?”
Yes, yes he was. So in need of more stimulation and love from his papa, his owner, his saviour, his bassist…
And when he got lead to the Winnebago, arousal as well with a tinge of fear took place in him.
He almost didn’t want to crawl inside when the door opened, 2D knew what’s to come but…he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.
He could feel Murdoc’s stare on him the longer he didn’t move.
When was he never? Even outside of their play, he was still scared.
But he was a good puppy, and good puppies do things their owners tells them to, even if it’s scary, right?
2D crawled inside, the interior and atmosphere of the vehicle appearing different and more intimidating when you’re not your height.
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