Dennis always knew he would die. It was just a fact of life. He’d become used to the idea of mortality at a much younger age than the average person, sure, but he never found the thought unhealthy. Being exposed to death so young only made him that much more aware.
It was just… Dennis hoped he would die having accomplished more in his life. Not a theology degree and almost a doctor. Everything had to go downhill for him during his second-to-last rotation. He didn’t even have a place to call home which should hurt more than Dennis thought. The thing he really regretted, though, was not making more amends.
None of that mattered. What mattered was him staring down into the backpack that looked exactly like his, but instead of finding clothes and textbooks and his computer, he found bricks of drugs.
“Oh.” Dennis said meekly. The two men in front of him only laughed. Of course they did. They probably dealt with stuff like this all the time. Some random person messing up their trade. And now Dennis would have to pay for it.
“You cost us a pretty penny for…” the one on the left started. He had the gray hair, though the one on the right had flecks of white in his beard. “Shit, a couple of textbooks? Nothing that interesting… a few clothes, too.” Dennis failed to hold back the tears that were blurring his view of the bricks in the bag. It wouldn’t do anything.
“Yeah,” Dennis croaked. He didn’t know why he said anything, but he’d be dead soon anyway. It didn’t matter. “I don’t have anywhere to go so… it’s all in there.”
“Hm.” the man continued. “Aw. How cute, a sketchbook too. Basic anatomy book right next to the ratty thing. What, you an artist?”
“No.” Dennis said, voice flat even as more tears fell. He reached his hand in the bag and poked at the bricks. It was probably worth more than Dennis ever had. Enough to pay off his parent’s debt, maybe. “I wanted to be a doctor. I was gonna save lives or something.”
The sound of more of his belongings being pulled made Dennis glance up. Most of the stuff he really cared about had been left behind. Everything in that bag wasn't important. Well, they were, but Dennis didn't think trying to fight for any of the items to hold onto was worth it. He wiped his palm across his cheek.
The textbooks hit the desk first, then the laptop. They were all placed on the desk that stood between him and the men. Being dragged through the place had scared Dennis. In another life, he would have been in awe. He had been in awe. There had still been too much fear to properly appreciate the architecture. All he really processed was how much it must have cost.
When his clothes got thrown on the desk, Dennis choked. It sucked to see his whole life just laid out like that. Everything he owned fit in one bag with nothing to show for it but a steaming pile of debt. There would be no one to bury his body. He didn't have an emergency contact and it wasn't like his family would go looking for him.
"Only two pairs of scrubs?" the man on the right asked. Dennis nodded. If he spoke now, it would only turn into sobs. Might as well try to keep some of his dignity. "You don't even have night clothes in here."
"They--" Dennis sucked in a breath as more tears ran down his face and the sob broke free. It took a few more seconds to compose himself properly. If Dennis was delusional, he would have thought both the men seemed to pity him. "--They took up too much space. I sold them so I could have dinner."
Silence.
Nothing from either men was worse than them saying anything. Dennis curled around the backpack in his lap, sobbing into the thing. Of course it wasn't his. This backpack actually held up to being used as a stuffed animal. Dennis' would've ripped or made the already existing hole bigger as his nails dug into it. He didn't care about the nice cushion on the chair as he curled his legs up, too. If he could have at least one thing before he died, he would let himself have the comfort of finally crying.
Something scraped across the table and Dennis gasped as he looked up with wide eyes. He blinked fast and hard to see what the men had set down and--
Water. A glass of water. Dennis stared at it and heaved a deep breath.
"Small sips," Right said, "Came from this." He held up a fancy looking bottle of water. Dennis sniffed and looked between the glass the man held and the one in front of him. He reached forward with a shaking hand and listened. "Where are you doing your rotations?" Dennis took a few sips as he tried to get his breathing under control.
"The PTMC," he said. He set the water back on the desk. He had better control of his breathing now, if not the tears that were still pouring down his face. It probably looked pathetic to the two men, eyes red and puffy with his whole life in one bag. Dennis wished he had anything he could even beg for. "It's my emergency rotation. I don't... Sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you that." Left hummed. Dennis sniffed and wiped under his nose with the back of his hand. He kept his gaze firmly away from their faces. If he looked this pathetic, he didn't want to see the disgust they held.
"Oh, um," Dennis sniffled again as he started unwrapping from the backpack. It took more effort than he'd like to admit to heft the thing onto the desk and shove it in the men's direction. "Sorry."
Another bout of silence before the two men started conversing. Dennis couldn't understand them. It took him a few seconds to recognize the language, not that it helped any. Hebrew. He had a theology professor who insisted they learn at least one prayer: The Shema. It was important to know someone's faith in order to best help them with their journey, his professor said.
"Not everyone you come across needing help will be of your faith. You must respect that." Dennis smiled at the memory. He muttered the prayer under his breath, brows furrowed together as he focused on the pronunciation. He didn't even hear the two men falter than stop as he spoke. When he finished, his tears were slower.
"You're Jewish?" Right asked. Dennis jumped, not expecting the question. He shook his head and pulled his legs back onto the chair. He still shivered despite his attempt to stop.
"I grew up Christian," he said, "I don't know what I am anymore."
"Huh." Left said. Then, there was the sound of the chairs scraping. Dennis squeezed his eyes shut and pulled himself into a tighter ball. "We'll be right back. We need to discuss something. Just stay right there, pup." A hand land in his curls and Dennis didn't know whether to pull away from the dangerous hand or press into the last soft touch he might ever receive. The sound of the door closing and locking came soon after.
Being left in the room meant Dennis could walk around. He thought he probably should. Give in to the short lived freedom he earned but he was just... so tired. How bad was this, really? Just because he didn't have anything to show for in life didn't mean finally resting would be all that bad. Dennis had hoped he would die of old age. That must not have been how he was meant to live.
Dennis stayed curled up on the chair, although he loosened a little. Let himself drift and sleep before the eternal slumber. He could do whatever he wanted and there would be no real consequence, so why not waste his last few hours napping?
The door opened again with a loud click and whoosh. Dennis didn't even bother opening his eyes. They could just deal with him here. Dennis didn't care anymore.
"Alright, here's the plan," Left said, "You're going into emergency medicine." Dennis' head whipped up at that. It hurt his neck a little, how fast he moved. The crust in his eyes from crying so much made it hard to see, but when he wiped it away, standing just behind the two men was Jesse van Horn. Dennis knew Jesse. Jesse worked at the hospital as a nurse.
"What..." Dennis rubbed one eye just to be sure. Still Jesse.
"Jesse will be your bodyguard," Right said, "And you won't say a word about any of this to anyone."
"Aren't you going to kill me?" Dennis blurted out. Not the best thing to say but it was all Dennis could think. He was supposed to be dead or on his way to being dead. Not... being assigned a nurse he talked to almost every day as his bodyguard.
"That was the plan," Left said, "New plan. You're our partner."
"I don't want to sell drugs." Dennis said. Dumb. Idiotic.
"No, not in that way."
"You're moved in, effective immediately," Right said, "Welcome home, motek."
i can't lie, the reason i love dumb, willing, eternally submissive puppy dennis so much is because i imagine he's never had a break in his entire life- he only made it out of broken bow due to his brain, his intelligence, his drive to be something more than stuck in the place he always has been. he only made it through medical school when he had no permanent housing because he never, ever stopped moving. moving, thinking, surviving. studying when he could, eating rarely but whenever he got the chance, the hunger keeping him sharp.
so when months pass, he joins PTMC and robby gives him this... proposal? opportunity? within their relationship, the chance to be his kept boy, his puppy... to be collared by him and let all his difficult, difficult decisions be passed on to him and to never have to worry about anything else ever again, he knows he should think about it longer than he does. but the part of him that's so, so tired of juggling three hundred things at once collapses into robby, into his warmth and safety and dominance. he says yes, of course. he'll be robby's puppy.
total submission, for dennis, is just what the doctor ordered (quite literally). he's robby's 24/7, that's their arrangement, his clothes under his scrubs are chosen by his owner, his meals are hand fed to him by robby whenever they aren't on shift, all his orgasms are given to him by the man, and every moment that they're at home, dennis has a thick leather collar buckled around his neck that pretty effectively shuts off all his thoughts. the collar means he belongs to his daddy, his owner, his robby, and that means that he doesn't have to worry about a single moment. robby will let him know exactly what he should be doing.
he spends his time at home naked as the day he was born, save for the collar and his puppy ears that robby so joyfully fastens into his curls, and lounges on the sofa, on the bed, kneels in between robby's legs just letting his owner fill his throat and mouth with his cock to settle him down. it's perfect, it's quiet, it's calm in his head. so calm, in fact, deep in puppyspace, that he doesn't think he remembers more than a few words. words aren't important anyway, they're scary things that are for serious people who have things to handle, and he's neither of those things. he's robby's dumb, dumb puppy. the collar says so! at least, that's what owner cooes at him. he can't read the words on that shiny golden tag, it's too hard for an empty puppy brain to grapple with.
it's so perfect- he's warm and healthy and well fed, and his skills in the hospital just get better and better as he's allowed to spend the remainder of his life resting, rather than grasping at straws to get through the week. he gets a day collar for his shifts too, just so there's no moment of the day where robby's touch and ownership isn't utterly clear to his boy. at the end of the day, he's always held so tight and fucked so well and reduced to a mush of barks and whines and yowls as the rest all slips away. he's a good boy, the best. robby praises every part of him, lulls him into sleep with a fat cock buried inside him, petting and petting and cooing nonstop.
these days, when dennis sleeps, there are no stresses or empty bellies holding him back and keeping him awake, there's nothing but a dim fuzz, and the soothing feel of his owners strong fingers massaging behind his ears, making him drool from relaxation. dumb little puppy dennis, how much better that name fitted him.
autistic abbot but like he's always fidgeting and never knows where to put his hands, so it's great when he starts seeing dennis because, at least when he's home, he can just let his hands wander over his boyfriend's body when he gets antsy.
except that he gets so used to that that he forgets that he really shouldn't be doing it in front of other people. so when robby comes over on a night that jack has off to do a star wars rewatch party, jack drags dennis into his lap without even thinking about it. running his hands up under the hoodie dennis is wearing and squeezing his waist. toys with the waistband of his sweats. all while carrying a conversation with a robby that is suspiciously quiet.
dennis is just kind of frozen and has no idea what to do and is focusing all of his brain power on oh god please don't get a boner in front of your boss
need resident bottom dennis being forced to fuck robby and hating it the whole time because he’s the good boy that should be fucked. he is not built for fucking.
jack and robby are teasing him all while wiping his tears and telling him to fuck robby harder.
his dick is hard and achy but he hates the feeling of fucking someone, and he really hates having nothing in his ass.
he’s begging for a plug at least,
“or or nipple clamps, please daddy, anythinggg. can jack fuck me? or can I have a dildo pleasee? i’ll be such a good boy! i’ll-i’ll fuck you so good without even stopping again, I swear!”
he gets nothing, horribly fucks robby to an orgasm, and cries the whole time.
ilya complaining of nausea so shane takes him to the bathroom and fucks his face with his cock as he kneels at the bowl fucking him hard and unforgiving trying to focus his tip as far and deep as possible until he hears his husband gag
he keeps gagging him on his cock until he hears noises of panic come from his boy so he pulls out and lets ilya release the contents of his stomach into the toilet
“more.. need more…” is all ilya can get out after 4 waves of vomit leave him
shane continues to make his poor baby throw up on his cock until he here’s ilya let out
“better…. empty…” with a hazy smile on his face
when shane checks ilya’s boxers he is surprised to see a thick white load in them .. guess he really needed that
Hucklerobby, Whitaker having sex with Robby with a full bladder, he was able to hold it in pretty well before he got to riding Robby’s face, it goes pretty well before he accidentally pees into Robby’s mouth while the man was eating him out. Take this as you want!
Normally Dennis goes to the bathroom before starting something with Robby to prevent the exact scenario that he’s in right now. It's just that it wasn't him starting it this time.
It's their once in a lifetime off day eclipse and as soon as Robby and Dennis made eye contact in bed that morning, they agreed that it would be a lazy day. So now, Dennis is on the couch in one of Robby's big shirts and no bottoms.
When Robby comes in with two coffee mugs and stops short in the doorway, Dennis wonders what he sees in him. He's draped across the couch with no pants or underwear, hair pushed out of his face with silly butterfly clips, and the chip bag next to him matches the crumbs all over his face and shirt. At least the doctor in Whitaker is keeping his water bottle filled and refilled over this lazy day, but really, what is this man so enamored with?
Dennis has no chance to ask before Robby is pulling Dennis by his ankles so that he's sitting with his back to the couch and his feet planted on the floor. "Oh!-what, what is this?"
"Baby, you are so fucking hot." Robby's kneeling between Dennis' legs now, pulling them over his shoulder and pushing up his shirt with one hand that stays splayed over Dennis' tummy.
The whirlwind of movements catches him off guard and the next sound out of Dennis' mouth is a high pitched, drawn out moan. Robby is wasting no time; he's eating Dennis' pussy like a man fucking possessed.
God, Dennis is so glad fate led him to the best pussy eater on the planet. He's moaning into Dennis' cunt and lapping his tongue in patterns that feel like fire in Dennis's stomach. It's just that-
It's just that Dennis kinda needs to pee.
It’s not too bad right now, but with the way Robby is making him light up with pleasure, it might become an issue soon.
All his thoughts are halted though, when Robby twists his tongue deeper into Dennis’ cunt.
Ohhhh holy fuck that feels so good
When the blond resurfaces he realized he didn’t cum. Weird, the only time Dennis can’t cum when he’s so turned on is when he has to piss first.
Okay, no worries. Dennis can just go pee and then come back and get the orgasm of his dreams.
But then Robby’s shifting positions to suck on Dennis’ clit and,
“Robby, Robby—fuck that’s so good—Robby I gotta—Ohhholyshitt!
Before Dennis can stop it, he’s pissing, genuinely pissing into Robby’s mouth.
He’s whining and writhing with a hand in the older mans hair, trying to push him away—or maybe closer?
It feels like a new type of orgasm, letting go of his bladder while he’s all turned on and sloppy down there. Dennis’ thighs are locked around Robby’s head, and the man is surprisingly compliant in this whole situation.
He’s moaning in tandem with Dennis and has made no attempt to move out of the way of Dennis’ heavy stream. In fact, he’s pushing his face closer and moving his hand lower down on the boy’s stomach, reigniting the pulsing sensation in his pussy.
Robby’s still eating him out, crazy old bastard.
When his stream finally ends and the pair are absolutely covered in it, Robby decides to finish Dennis off.
He’s diving back down with a smile on his face, hand still pinning Dennis to the couch. He’s keeping eye contact with Whitaker while he eats his pussy like a starved man, piss be damned.
It definitely doesn’t take much for Dennis now, the whole situation catching him off guard enough to still be horny; he comes with a loud shout of Robby’s name.
The first thing Dennis says when he finally catches his breath is,
“Robby I ruined the couchhh”
The older man leans back onto his haunches, eyeing the sweet boy above him, cum and piss all in his beard.
“Dennis Whitaker, you are absolutely perfect.”
One of Dennis’ butterfly hair clips falls into his lap.
just saw someone screaming about "pitt fandom STOP infantilising and feminising dennis whitaker hes an adult!!" oh girl. oh I'm infantilising him MORE. I'm feminising him MORE. don't even play with me.
Could you mayhaps write some hucklerobby with this :3 or hucklerabbot if you'd prefer
Dennis gets gifted a set of very expensive, very sheer, and cute lingerie (with matching stockings 🥺) by probably Santos as an excuse to get him out of the house for a day or two so she can have the house to herself and Garcia, while Whittaker is trying it on at Robby's house while he thinks Robby (and Abbott if you want) aren't home, they open the door to see him just lying on the couch kicking his feet absentmindedly while watching tv in the surprisingly comfy lingerie
Feel free to make it puppy Whittaker! :3
ugh I love me a lil fem whitaker xoxoxooxxo
Dennis is so sure he's gonna hate it. Like so completely sure he's going to try this out once and never do it ever again. So just for the gag, Dennis slips on the frilly panties, one leg and then the other. It had been an impulsive purchase during one of his and Trinity's weekly online shopping sprees. She said it would help Dennis lighten up a bit, but he thinks she's secretly hoping it would get her a house to herself for at least one night.
Dennis squints one eye open to look at himself in the mirror, ready to chuck the underwear off and never mention it again if it looks stupid, but- wait Dennis kinda likes this. He feels like a ballerina, or maybe a flower with the way the sewed on skirt looks against his upper thigh.
He's spinning in circles to see the lace attached lift and twist. He's been staring at himself in Robby's full length hallway mirror for ten minutes now. Yeah, maybe he'll try on the bralette too. Just to complete the look. And the stockings.
Dennis likes this more than he thinks he should; might love it, scarely enough.
Okay, so maybe Dennis will just wear the set around for a bit; not only is it pretty, its surprisingly comfy. Only for a few minutes.
It ends up being a few hours, or more accurately the rest of the day. So the set was not only fashionable but also really really comfy, sue him! Plus Jack and Robby won’t be home for ages, away on hospital business tonight.
It's just a suprise when he wakes up from an accidental couch nap to his two older men staring down at him, their mouths watering.
“What's all this about, princess?” Jack is sliding to his knees to get a closer look at the frills on Dennis’ waistband. "You got all pretty for us?"
The easy feminization lights up the boys spine like something never before; he could get used to this. Dennis' blush is visible through the see through lace of the bralette, painting a gorgeous picture on the couch, just for Jack and Robby. His dick is starting to get hard too, the condescending tone Jack uses always gets him leaking early.
"Was just trying something new, Sir." He's blushing down his chest, easily seen through the baby pink lace of the top.
The final straw for them both is Denny crossing his legs over the end of the couch, innocent enough if it weren’t for the obscene stockings drawing attention to his plush thighs.
“Well I love it.” Dennis lets out a yelp when Robby is scooping him off the couch and dragging him up the stairs.
The entire time he’s pinned between the two older men in bed, Dennis thinks he’s gonna die; not just by their hands but also by their mouths.
“Oh sweet girl, this color looks amazing on you.”
“Mhmm, you’re moaning so pretty for us baby.”
This pussy’s so tight, you don’t let anyone but us touch it do you?”
“Yeahh, just like that. You love being Daddy’s good girl.”
God, Dennis can already envision the drawer full of lingerie and the ravishing sex that each set will get him.
robby trying to dom jack during their first college hookup because it's what he's used to, girls swooning over his height and just placing the control in his hands, expecting him to "be a man"— except when he murmurs a practiced you can be good for me, can't you? jack bursts out laughing in his face. I'm not letting a fag tell me what to do, pup. your job is to shut up and take it.
Dennis telling Robby everything he thinks he did wrong on any given day and Robby deciding if it was actually bad or not. Kinda like confession but sometimes Robby is just like hm. I guess your penance is three kisses and three orgasms. Nope, that’s what you’ve got to do sweetheart, sorry, my mind’s made up.
sweet little pup dennis whitaker who losses any sense of shame when he and rabbot become official. before the official conversation, dennis tried his absolute hardest to be the best pup he could ever be, but now that he knows his boyfriends love him for him, well.
“Ah damn it, he bit me.” Jack was just trying to give denny some head scratches on his way through the door.
Robby who’s sitting on the couch reading his book doesn’t even look up, “yeah he’s been on a rampage today, haven’t you pup?”
Some whines from the pup in question, trying to deny the accusation.
“Oh yeah?, rampage like what?”
“Like I mentioned that good boys who eat their breakfast get rewards and he pissed himself in the middle of the kitchen. ” Robby finally looks up at Jack, pulling his glasses off and setting his book down.
“No, not my good boy.” Jack kneels down to be eye level with dennis’ naked body, save for his collar, “You didn’t do that, surely daddy’s telling stories.” His puppy voice in full effect combined with the pets and scratches are getting Dennis riled up from his place in the dog bed.
A symphony of barks, most likely their boy trying to defend his honor fill the room.
“I had to put puppy pads down too because once he realized he could pee on command, he wouldn’t stop marking things.”
Jack stops his petting to look up at Robby. Then back at Dennis. “No.”
“Oh yes. You’re gonna need new pair of gym shoes, and there were multiple loads of laundry done today.” Robby stands from the couch and pads into the kitchen.
“Daddy needs a beer, would you like one Sir?”
Jack sighs and lifts up as well, “Sir would like a glass of vodka.”
Dennis is out of his bed now, following behind them on all fours. He’s alternating between trying to hump Jacks outstretched leg and trying to knock Robby’s beer out of his hand using his head.
Denny gets the fucking of his life that night and waterproof sheets are ordered promptly afterwards.
Maybe he’s not the best behaved, but he’s definitely their best boy.
daddy doms robby and jack picking up nervous and panicking newbie puppy dennis in the bdsm club, and letting him snuggle into them on one of the couches until he calms down... they ask if he's okay with them keeping him safe for a little while, and he agrees, settled by their deep voices and easy control. they just cuddle him and pet his little fabric puppy ears, and tell him that he's such a good boy for them...
he ends up drifting into subspace between their warm, comforting bodies, and they just hold him gently as he eventually falls asleep on them- a worn out pup whos found a safe spot to nap. while it's not *exactly* how dennis thought his first bdsm club experience would go, he does end up finding himself a doting pair of daddies who officially collar him as their pup just a couple of weeks later.
Ftm whitaker being bred over and over like a dog being used for a puppy mill. Leaky tits, loose cunt. all for his daddies, who need him knocked up at all times.
After the first pregnancy, Dennis hasn't known a moment of peace. Jack can't go five minutes without attaching himself to one of his breasts and Robby must think the boy will die without some kind of stimulation on his pussy every minute of the day. Not that he's complaining though.
Dennis can't even make it a full day without being fucked by the both of them at least once. He's taken to not putting on panties in the morning, just for them to be torn and thrown off somewhere in the house. Daddy Robby says that it's to keep his milk production healthy, but Daddy Jack says it's so they can keep their sweet boy nice and pregnant like he's meant to be.
Not that Dennis minds any of this, he knows his Daddy’s will take care of him. All he needs to do is stay loose and relaxed so he can have amazing orgasm after orgasm. He’s living the dream really.
Sometimes he doesn't even get to leave the bed for breakfast before one of them is balls deep, the other bringing up a tray of food so they can have their turn next. Some mornings, Dennis is opening his eyes to the feeling of one of his Daddy’s fucking into his loose cunt with reckless abandon—they say that they need to fuck him hard and deep so that their seed will take in his wrecked pussy.
Most days Dennis is drooling into the mattress before he's brushed his teeth.
robby's on an online meeting from home with the department heads and management etc, to discuss the performance of the new med students and interns- and hes spending his time praising dennis for his promise and skill in his work, recommending him for everything he can and lobbying for him to stay at ptmc....
all while, unseen to management, dennis whitaker the golden boy intern is curled up naked under the desk, snoozing in a puppy bed at robby's feet. robby talks about dennis's alert nature and fast reactions while the pup snuffles in his sleep and shifts, showing off the heavy black collar buckled on his neck.
he talks about dennis's independence and initiative, while thinking of the leash and harness he's going to fasten the puppy into as soon as the call ends. talks about dennis's good contributions to discussions while thinking of the muzzle he'll use to control the puppy's barks and yips.
he talks about how dennis has all the makings of a great leader, while thinking about the way he holds his boy down and fucks him stupid every night, leash in hand and the puppy relying on him for everything. management nod agreeably, and seem convinced dr whitaker should stay.
dr whitaker in question had just woken up, and was nuzzling his face against the leg of his attending, puppy eyes dumb and wide and blue. he wondered what the computer voices were talking about, since words didn't mean much to a silly little pup. it didn't matter though, his owner would take control and denny could relax. his brain fuzzed back out to static and he snuggled back into his bed- daddy would take care of him.
