puppy dennis who's owned by rabbot, and who's got a couple of different collars for different occasions, including one for his zoomies..
of course, theyve got him his standard regular collar, the black one made of leather that can connect to a leash so they can have him at their beck and call and keep him close. this is the one he typically wears at home when relaxing or having sex or just being with robby and abbot. he's got his day collar, a little silver chain that looks innocent enough but can actually only be unclasped by either of his owners due to the way it locks. it's just to keep him grounded throughout the day.
then they've got the one that makes them laugh a little, and is used for dennis when he's zooming around hyperactively. it's similar enough leather to his standard collar, but this one has no space for a leash and has a little golden bell dangling from it instead. for a small-ish bell, robby and jack can hear it throughout the ground floor of their house, where dennis is allowed to play.
when he feels himself getting restless when he's cuddling up with his owners on the sofa and feels like he needs to move, to run, to play, he needs to let them know, usually by gently headbutting one of their legs and whining a little. they'll switch him from his regular leather to the one with the bell as dennis sits on his knees proudly, knowing he's earnt the right to play by being such a good puppy.
robby and jack will flick the bell a few times teasingly, watching how the sound has conditioned dennis into having his limbs tense and twitch, ready to move. and then they let him go. they always have to hold their laughs in a little when they hear the chime of the bell around their boys neck constantly as he goes up and down the corridor, into the kitchen, out of the kitchen, back through the living room, and repeating the cycle again.
it really was like sharing a house with a real puppy, except theirs was a little bigger and didn't really have any fur to hide his nudity. dennis would eventually reappear, bell still jangling, begging to wrestle with one of the tug ropes, wanting to bite and chew and play. all the time they indulge him, the bell is ringing and ringing.
after about an hour of growling and running and chewing, dennis would tire himself out and return to them, flopping at their feet and pawing their legs. bell off please. normal collar back. tired now.
and so they hoist their boy over their laps and recollar him with his standard one, clipping his leash on for good measure. no more little bell for now. the best part of all this for the three of them is that whenever he gets tired of playing and wants a rest, the puppy is really hunting for warm arms to take back control and keep him close.
so play time with the bell collar usually leads directly to another type of play time, where their tired boy flops back, relaxes knowing he's leashed and a firm hand is holding it, and lets his owners take care of his body. he'll be their good and sleepy little cockwarmer, muscles all relaxed after his zooming.
robby and jack look at each other as dennis has them safely inside him, soothing him and pleasuring them, reminding themselves that they're so lucky to have such a good puppy. playful and good, and always ready to let his owners take the reins. though, they're well aware that they themselves have become conditioned to expect sex with their boy whenever they hear that little golden bell...
