CW: noncon, kidnapping, pet play uhh what else. You get the jist
Living as Simon’s pet mutt, out in his cabin after retirement. He’d kidnapped you of course, and you’d been fighting every step of the way. Biting, smashing things, you’d broken the headboard he’d handcuffed you to and tried to smash his skull in at one point. You were wild, only eating sealed cans and bags he’d brought after many failed attempts to feed you.
He expected it the first few days, but a whole month? Simon hadn’t even been able to properly start training you as a mutt, too busy trying to make you stop trying to attack him every time he stepped in the room. It was tough, since he couldn’t just hit you- hurting your pets was wrong, after all. You just needed some positive and negative reinforcement, right?
Of course that meant shoving a vibrator inside you and handcuffing you to the wall. You’d woken up like this- pussy already wet from Simon’s careful work, a low vibration pulling you from your fitful slumber. When you’d started screaming and shouting and cursing, the vibrations suddenly became much more intense, to which you realized that he had a second vibrator strapped to your poor little cock as well.
You snarled and spit through three orgasms before you finally quieted, relief flooding through you when the vibrators slowed. When he came in to feed you and brush your teeth? You called him names and tried to kick- only faltering when the vibrators kicked on again. Making you heave and choke through another two orgasms, these leaving you trembling against your soaked bed. You’d let him hand feed you for the first time ever after, for once too exhausted to fight back.
Simon sat back, humming in delight at the improvement. Hand on his cock, slowly working it with the taste of your slick still in his mouth. Fuck, you tasted good- so far he’d only been able to taste you in the few hours you’d be knocked out- always snarling and shouting at him for being a sicko. Poor dumb puppy wasn’t calling him that now, exhausted eyes watching every twist of his hand instead.
“What? Puppy’s been bad, yet you still want a treat? Spoiled thing, you are,” he taunts you, and you grit your teeth- eyes filled with tears of frustration. Simon feels his cock throb in answer to your glare, finally- finally you were being sweet. Finally he had cracked you open, and got you to be that sweet puppy he saw before he took you in.
“Y’ gonna be a good boy and suck it for me then?” He asks breathlessly, laughing when you spit at him instead.
“Fuck.. you..” you wheeze out, only to yelp when he turned it on again.
“Wait- wait- Ghost-! Stop! Stop stop- I can’t- it hurts! I can’t take it-“ your yowls are music to his ears now, viciously close as you suddenly start building towards one last orgasm.
“Now pup, you know the rules by now. Bad dogs have to cum again, and again, and again- every time you’re bad, mm? Now c’mon, open your mouth so I can cum in it, lovie,” Simon sounds fucking demented, eyes wide as he shuffles closer. His hand is practically rubbing his dick raw now, but it’s worth it to see the look on your face as you try to concentrate on what’s worse- cum on your face or in your mouth.
Simon does the best option, making sure to wait until you howl in another earth shattering orgasm to shoot all over your face. In your mouth, on your cheeks and nose- your pretty eyelashes soaked with his spunk. It’s so cute, watching you writhe and cry, begging him to turn it off again.
He doesn’t. Reinforcement works perfectly, after all.
