need your thoughts on the initial domestication of dennis… how he went from fighting to a docile, loving puppy who just want to please his owners and get belly rubs 💕
I THOUGHT YOU’D NEVER ASK 🥹 buckle up, this is a LONG one
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CW: Dead dove, puppy play, kidnapping
Dennis was panting. He could hear his heart in his head, feel sweat dripping all over his body, but he couldn’t move. God, why couldn’t he move? He dug through his memory, but the last thing he could scrounge up was having dinner with Jack and Robby. They had invited him over, made dinner, and shared a few drinks. Nothing weird, nothing that would make his whole body ache like this.
Maybe he was sick. Yeah, that was it. He had started feeling a little woozy between drinks. Surely, Jack and Robby had just put him down in the guest room. They couldn’t drive him home, because he didn’t have one. Of course, they didn’t know that. He did his best to keep it under wraps.
He started to try and grab for his phone but…something stopped him. Forcing his eyes open, he blinked sluggishly at his wrist, tied to the bed post. He sat up a little, and started to try to yank a little harder, but the rope was thick and harsh. His attempt to move his other arm was futile, as it was met the same failure. Flailing his legs kicked the unfamiliar blankets off him, letting his sweat drenched skin finally get some air. He still had his boxers on, but nothing else.
The door opened. “Look, he’s awake,” Robby whispered.
Two familiar bodies slinked into the room. Dennis sighed in relief. “Robby? Abbot?” He asked, voice hoarse. Surely, they would untie him. Surely, they had come to help him.
Robby smiled and came to sit on the side of the bed. He ran a hand through Dennis’s sweaty hair. “Hi, sweetheart. Do you feel better this morning?”
Sweetheart. Kinda weird. Dennis was too foggy in the head to think much about it, and just shook his head. “I feel really funny…” he said. “Why- why am I like this?” He tugged on the ropes for emphasis.
Jack rubbed one of his ankles, stood at the foot of the bed and lit only by the sunlight from the window. “We didn’t want you running off last night. You really wanted to go. It’s for your safety.”
Dennis blinked, hard. That didn’t sound like him. He was a pretty mellow drunk, even if he had enough for this bad of a hangover. He thought, hard, furrowing his eyebrows. He remembered…yelling. Yelling so much that his voice was hoarse. He remembered running down the sidewalk at night, for some reason. He remembered Jack and Robby chasing him.
“I guess I did…” Dennis muttered. “What time is it? Don’t I have work?”
Robby chuckled at him. “Oh, no, sugar. No more work.”
“No, baby,” Jack grinned. “You’re not leaving. For a while.”
Dennis felt his eyelids get heavy again. the relief of not having a shift sounded…great. He just wanted to sleep, sleep, sleep. Honestly, he felt like he could sleep for years. Jack and Robby retreated from the dark room, and Dennis heard the faint click of the doorknob and a twisting lock.
When he woke back up, the ropes startled him again. This time, he felt his brain work harder, studying the room. There were boxes, empty ones and some full of various holiday decor. This was Jack and Robby’s guest room, which they had said doubled as storage.
This was weird. It occurred to Dennis, suddenly. He was tied up. His throat hurt. He was basically naked. He remembered more this time, begging and pleading with…someone to untie him. Someone…Jack. It was Dr. Abbot, who insisted on him calling him Jack. “Please, please, Dr. Abbot, I don’t know what you did to me, but please I promise-“ “Ah, ah,” he had said. “It’s Jack. I’m Jack now.” “Please, Jack, I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
Dennis blinked. He felt tears pool in his eyes, a burning scream bubbling in his throat.
The door opened again. “Up again so soon?” Robby smiled. And it felt nice to see that smile. it was always a nice, reassuring sight in the ER. Big, fat tears rolled down Dennis’s cheeks now. “Oh, oh no,” Robby muttered. He came closer, despite Dennis thrashing his unbound legs. “Are you sad that we left you alone? You had to sleep, darling.”
“Please, please,” Dennis sobbed. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
“Oh, puppy,” Robby shook his head affectionately. “What could I want from you? No house, no car. You don’t have anything, nothing but me and Jack.”
Dennis babbled more, not even making any sense to himself. Surely, this was a joke. Robby was going to break soon. Then, he’d be untied and they would say sorry and- “Puppy, you aren’t making any sense,” Robby chuckled. He gathered what he could of Dennis, with all the kicking and thrashing, and held him close. “Do you need more medicine to help you?”
“No, no, please no,” Dennis sobbed. “What is that? God, what the fuck is tha-“
A pill was shoved down his throat. He fought, tried to bite and snap, probably would’ve bit Robby’s finger off if he was a second slower. Robby pulled away from him and left the room with a click click. Dennis sobbed, wailed, tried not to let it happen, but he fell back asleep.
When he next woke up, Jack was carrying a tray of food into the room and sitting on the edge of the bed. Dennis blinked, eyes searching for light from the window to gauge the time, but they had been boarded up. Jack held a spoon full of what smelled like chicken noodle to his mouth.
“I can feed myself,” Dennis muttered, hands fighting the restraints again. Right. He probably couldn’t.
“Unless you’re very good with your feet, I doubt that,” Jack hummed,
“…is there something in this?”
“You mean am I slipping you something? No, pup. You’ve slept enough.”
He held the spoon to Dennis’s lips, hot metal pressed against pink, bitten flesh. Dennis squeezed his lips together stubbornly.
“Pup, eat. There’s nothing in it. Have I ever lied?”
Dennis opened his mouth to answer, when he realized that…no. Jack had never lied to him. He’d tied him up and was holding him captive, but he had never lied to him. Reluctantly, Dennis parted his lips. Jack spoon fed him a few bites before untying one of his wrists, cooing things about, “Oh, good boy,” and “Well behaved doggies get rewards, see?”
Once all the soup was gone, he kissed Dennis’s head and left the room. Dennis looked between his freed hand, a red, angry ring around his wrist. He looked to the other, still bound.
It was a complicated knot, but one he vaguely remembered from days at the lake with his dad. Jack had probably thought he didn’t know how to get it undone.
He looked to the door. He looked to the boarded window. He listened for Jack’s footsteps.
His hand dove for the knot, shaking but able to get it undone. With his newfound freedom, he stood on two wobbly legs. The door was locked and window boarded, but Dennis was stronger than he looked. He definitely had some splinters, but he tore the wood off the walls and climbed on a few storage boxes for height. He managed to wiggle through the window, at least his top half.
He tumbled face first into the empty flower bed, but stood quickly. He looked all around before making a break for the police station
And, God, he was so close. It was just a few blocks away by the time he stopped ducking into so many alley ways and whatnot. He heard a car pull up behind him, and a dumb, foolish part of himself thought maybe someone was coming to help him. Someone had reported him missing, and now people were looking for him.
This false hope was crushed like glass the minute he turned and saw Robby’s familiar car.
Dennis had been on his school’s track team for the entirety of middle to high school. He used to love running, that burn in his lungs and pounding in his chest. That adrenaline rush of being in first place and feeling like a prey animal. Because, really, that was what he was. To Jack and Robby, most of all.
He looked over his shoulder, and fucking tripped. A broken piece of sidewalk. And Robby was old and slower than him, but he had jumped out of the car the minute Dennis tripped, and grabbed him.
Dennis tried kicking, screaming, and yelling for the attention of anyone around. But, of course, he had been dumb enough to take a side route. There was no one to save him.
Robby expertly wrangled him, getting his hands in the perfect positions to keep Dennis’s thrashing from succeeding. Then, a sharp jab in his neck, and his face fell toward the concrete. Robby caught him, of course, his pretty face was the older man’s favorite part of him. He chuckled and muttered, “What am I going to do with such a bad puppy?” as he shoved Dennis into the back seat.
By the next morning, Dennis had accepted his fate. There was no getting away. He didn’t have his phone, and Jack and Robby wouldn’t let him within ten feet of theirs. One of them was always home, with their alternating shifts.
Jack was giving Dennis a bath that day while Robby worked. He had Dennis’s wrists bound and was lazily spraying him with the detachable shower head.
“The sooner you let it happen, the happier you’ll be,” Jack muttered. “Kept boys are happy boys.”
Dennis sniffled, not sure where desolate tears and shower water met. And it felt nice. That was the worst part, how Jack’s hands lovingly soothed him and washed shampoo out of his hair and down his body.
So…he stopped fighting. He was still a little petulant sometimes, argumentative even. But, he stopped trying to run. It was pointless, anyway. Jack and Robby doted on him even more than before, dressing him and feeding him. Gradually, the restraints got looser and looser before they were practically gone.
As it settled in, Dennis felt sick. He was spending most hours hunched over the toilet or desperately looking for something to cool off what felt like a fever.
Then, at last, it happened. Because he had no one else, he had to go to Jack and Robby.
“Good morning, baby,” Robby smiled.
Jack furrowed a brow at him. “Are you alright? Look a little flushed.”
“I don’t feel good,” he said plainly, but pitifully.
Immediately, they dropped what they were doing. Dennis was wrapped in hugs and kisses and given medicine. Real medicine, not whatever made him pass out.
Jack and Robby laid him down in their bed, which was considerably softer than the guest bed. They cuddled up with him, rubbing his head and belly and…god, when did he get so easy? He was melting into them. Them. The people who kidnapped him.
Half asleep in their warmth, he felt a hand snake under the little briefs and shorts Robby had put on him that night. He whined, but didn’t protest much.
“Shhhh, puppy,” Jack soothed. “You’re gonna feel good.”
“No, no-“ he whined. “Don’t wanna. Don’t.”
Jack wrapped a calloused hand around his small length, mostly toying with him, but also making him fall apart.
“Oh, that sound tells us you do,” Robby chuckled, kissing his head.
Dennis tried to fight it, but it was good. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d orgasmed from someone else’s manipulation. Usually, he had to just do it himself or accept that it wouldn’t happen for him that night.
And he felt so warm and fuzzy as they kissed him and cleaned him up.
Maybe…maybe he could be happy. Maybe being their kept puppy boy wasn’t so bad.
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