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Feeling a little nervous, Reigen shifted in his chair as he scrolled through his Twitter timeline. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, but any distraction was welcome while waiting for Mob to get changed.
It had been a long time since he and Mob last met in real life; after Reigen’s graduation from high school Mob insisted on him to go to University, especially since his grades allowed him to enter the prestigious Cinnamon U. Originally, Reigen wanted to stay at Spirits and Such Consultation; he loved the adventure, the interaction with their customers and most of all simply working together with his cool and skilled Shishou. But Mob had been unyielding, and Reigen knew it was in his best interest to get proper education, so in the end, he left for Cinnamon U.
Despite their physical distance, Reigen and Mob kept in touch through an email exchange that over time, not only became extended but also very intimate.
At first the messages they sent to each other covered daily life topics; in Reigen’s case the new friends he’d made, or subjects related to the courses he took. Mob usually wrote about the jobs he got involved in, how business was faring, or actually anything that occupied his mind. He also helped Reigen to plan for his studies.
Everything changed however when Reigen touched on the subject of romantic relationships. In an undaunted mood, Reigen wrote how he and his last partner hadn’t matched, casually mentioning a few reasons, among those his partner not sharing any of his kinks. This caught Mob’s interest, and in his next email, he bluntly asked what kinks Reigen was talking about, emphasizing how he was a grown-up now and how Reigen didn’t need to be shy or prude.
Initially, Reigen cursed himself for sharing a detail like that with his former employer, Shishou - it embarrassed him that Mob knew he even had any kinks, as normal as it was. But when Mob kept on mentioning one kink after the other - ‘Exhibitionism? Bondage? Fisting?! Is it watersports? You can tell me, it’s fine, really.’ - Reigen decided enough was enough and confessed he had pretty strong submissive feelings, and craved to give himself to someone who’d understand. And after Mob’s next response the cat was out of the bag: he too had an interest in this area. Many emails followed.
In retrospect it’s hard to tell when exactly Reigen had fallen in love with Mob; somewhere among the many conversations, it happened. And ever since Mob returned his feelings they started to experiment with small tasks and things Reigen’d do for Mob that’d put him into place; from doing his laundry naked to writing lines when he hadn’t finished his homework, which he then had to send photos of to Mob.
Right now, however, none of that mattered. Right now the only thing on Reigen’s mind was the word ‘punishment’. Because that’s what was going to happen: he would get punished by Mob. He'd agreed to this himself; there had been some deadlines he really wanted to make, really thought he would make, and when he told Mob about them not too long before they were finally going to meet in real life, Mob had suggested to do a bet. If Reigen would complete his tasks in time, Mob would reward him with a blowjob. However, if he would not, Mob was allowed to punish him in any way the psychic saw fit.
Reigen was pretty sure he’d complete his tasks - one of which being a renewal of his website, something Mob could easily check on. Unfortunately, a few days before the meeting, Reigen’s laptop decided to break down. This meant a loss of all files he hadn’t backed up, including the recent texts he’d written for his website. With all other homework that needed to be done for his studies, he immediately realized it’d be impossible to meet his deadline and thus, accept his end of the bet.
Feeling heavy in his chest, Reigen called Mob a few days before they would meet. ‘I should have completed those tasks weeks ago,’ the student considered while admitting he’d lost the bet. His fingers trembled while holding onto the phone as he spoke. He felt a little disappointed in himself. Mob on the other hand, didn’t sound like he shared this sentiment. Instead, he replied very cheerfully. “Well, that’s too bad, for you. But don’t let it get you down. I’ll be looking forward to meeting you just as much.”
***
Mob didn’t show much dominant tendencies when he picked Reigen up at the train station; his Shishou came across friendly, open, even if a little blunt. The weather was nice so they’d decided to start with a stroll over a nearby beach. This also provided them the opportunity to catch up a little, to grab a snack and most importantly: to break the ice.
Their relationship had completely changed and because of this, there was this strange kind of tension between the two of them that set Reigen on edge. This tension wasn’t even new entirely; occasionally he noticed it when he still worked at Spirits and Such, but it was small, almost insignificant, something in the background. Nothing like this big hurdle it had become now they met as lovers. Reigen gratefully made use of his almost cartoon-like, exaggerated facial expressions, elaborate hand gestures and overall eloquence to
All day Reigen had felt butterflies in his stomach: he certainly didn’t fail to notice the black suitcase Mob had brought with him. Was this charming man, already far in his 30s, really going to punish him? And in what ways? On several occasions Reigen’s dick grew hard on the thought alone, but every time he tried to ignore this to the best of his ability.
Until they finally entered the small house they had rented for the occasion and at some point, somehow, lost themselves in a long and passionate kiss. That was about half an hour again. Ever since, Reigen couldn’t really calm himself down and frankly, the lack of space in his pants was getting slightly painful.
When Mob reminded him of their bet, it almost electrified Reigen.
"Are you okay with me dressing up for the occasion?"
Mob’s words still echoed through his mind. He’d agreed with a shrug of shoulder, but now he was wondering what Mob meant by ‘dressing up’. He hadn’t mentioned it before they would meet, so maybe he just wanted to slip into something more comfortable? There was no way to tell so he would rather not think about it. For now counting the fake flowers in the rented room’s vase was perfectly fine, just like mindlessly scrolling past memes on Twitter.
As Reigen tapped on yet another new post on his timeline, the sudden squeak of a door sent a shiver down his spine.
Mob was back.
And oh my.
Reigen could feel the heat rising up his cheeks as his eyes slanted over the psychic’s new appearance. Mob was wearing a short-sleeved black leather corset with a zipper and several rows of buckles. It accentuated his figure well and matched the black shorts, fishnet tights, and heeled boots he was wearing below. ‘So that’s what he was up to,’ Reigen analyzed, not averting his gaze. The intention was clear; the attire made Mob look like a natural master.
Reigen promptly put his phone on the table next to him and swallowed. Cold sweat started to drip down his neck. Never before had any of his partners been serious about his kinks and he suddenly felt so very young, almost like he was going to be intimate with someone for the first time.
"You look pretty," Reigen managed. He stood up, maybe to feel less small in comparison to Mob, but when the psychic walked with strong, self-assured steps he couldn’t help but notice how the older man was slightly taller than him. When he passed Reigen, the student noticed the criss-cross ribbon laces on Mob’s back. Yea, this outfit did not just enhance Mob’s stature, it also looked quite perverted. Reigen had always considered those kinds of clothes to be pretentious, but now he saw them live he realized they fulfilled a purpose, and - goddamn - it worked.
On the other side of the room, Mob sunk comfortably in a seat, leaning an elbow on one of its armrests. He crossed his legs and gestured to Reigen to come closer.
“So, you failed to meet your deadlines, Arataka.”
The psychic raised his head while speaking; the words coming from his lips sounding heavy, autocratic and exactly the way he looked: in charge. Little was left of the lighthearted and affectionate attitude Mob had shown throughout the day. Mob knew what he was doing. He knew all about Reigen’s preferences. And it made the Reigen feel small and exposed. The younger man could hear his own sound of breath as he found himself paralyzed from movement. In front of him was a confident man who was consciously and purposely exerting pressure on him, even before taking any action.
"I think you understand why I had to dress up for this occasion, right?” Mob continued, “After all, I'm your master. Only now in a different way than I used to be.”
Another chill went down Reigen’s core at this cryptic claim. All he could do was wait and see as he watched Mob taking something out of a cabinet’s drawers; something wrapped in pink. Mob stretched out his arm to hand it over.
“Go ahead, open it.”
Reigen felt his heartbeat rising. He accepted it carefully, evading Mob’s eyes while receiving it. “Does it have anything to do with the punishment?” His voice was unsteady, and Mob tapped on the pink paper. “You’ll see. It’s for you.”
Mob noticed Reigen’s fingers to tremble ever so subtly while unwrapping the present. Until they stopped moving altogether, the moment Reigen grasped what was inside.
“It’s a collar.”
Reigen’s voice cracked while holding onto a black leather dog’s collar with a silver ring. The pink wrapping fell on the floor.
“It’s perfect, isn’t it?” Mob responded enthusiastically. An almost frightening eagerness was written all over his face. “I was very pleased when I found it! It reminded me of the one we once talked about in our emails.”
“Ah, yes.” Reigen gulped, both cursing and thanking himself for the openness he’d shown towards Mob regarding his preferences. This collar made them very palpable. Too palpable. He was still staring at the awkward object in his hands.
Mob got up to stand right in front of Reigen, taking the collar from his hands. “Let’s see how well it fits,” he elaborated. He then moved so close to Reigen that the student would feel Mob’s breath on his cheek and the buckles of Mob’s corset on his chest. Reigen closed his eyes as the psychic carefully placed the collar around his neck, twitching at the tickling sensation when Mob’s fingers secured its buckle with a click.
Mob took his time to let the intimacy of the moment sink in. He’d been looking forward to this moment, to make Reigen his. When he finally took a step back to see the result of his actions, his heart felt like it was about to collapse. The collar emphasized visibly and visually what he’d been longing for; Reigen was at his mercy.
“Stunning,” Mob assessed, making the younger man blush even more.
“Ahh...thank you? I think?” Reigen had a hard time to respond to what was happening verbally, most of his mind had gone blank.
A warm and fuzzy and overly loving sensation overpowered Mob, seeing the younger man in this vulnerable state. And it would get even better. He took seat again, however, this time leaning forward, closely eying Reigen’s expression as he spoke. “As for the punishment I came up with - I will let you experience how it feels to be obedient. Because tonight, you will be my puppy dog.”
Reigen’s primal reaction was to chuckle, and he immediately cursed himself for doing so. He didn’t think any of this to be laughable. However, all of this had gotten him too damn nervous and somehow this expressed itself through a weird, highly pitched laugh that echoed through the room.
Mob’s fingers tapped the far end of an armrest. “Do you think this is funny? Because I surely don’t think so. You didn’t meet your deadline and this is the natural consequence for that.”
Reigen gulped, looked down, and slowly shook his head. His voice was very soft. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh.”
Seeing how obedient the younger man responded, Mob’s eyes turned slightly softer and he nodded. “Alright. I can see you’re nervous. I’ll be patient with you. After all, dogs in training need to be handled with care. However, in return, I expect you to respond to my commands to the best of your ability. So first of all: look at me when I speak.”
Reigen stiffed a little. Oh. He hadn’t even realized he was avoiding Mob’s eyes. His gaze slowly moved up, past those way-too-lewd fishnet panties, the leather shorts, and corset, only to meet two dark, unhumourous eyes that pierced right through him.
“I also expect you to listen closely. From here on out, I will refer to you as ‘pup’. Make sure to listen well when I talk to you - and don’t even try to be cocky or you might find yourself to regret it. Responding by nodding or shaking your head should do just fine. After all, dogs can't talk. Now, can they?” Mob’s voice was stringent.
Goosebumps appeared on Reigen’s skin. The teasing words Mob had texted two days ago popped up in his mind: ‘I am in a pet shop.’ He’d replied with an ironic looking emoji, trying not to mull over it, but ever since he knew something like this was probably going to happen.
“Of course, barking is fine,” Mob continued, “But that might be too much to ask from you right away. However, I have a nice set of commands for you to follow in a moment -”
Reigen closed his eyes. Oh god, what had he gotten himself into? Mob, the man he’d fallen for, was going to treat him like a dog. No, worse, Reigen figured he would have to actively act like a dog. There was a difference and it mattered. But at the same time, Reigen couldn’t deny the excitement thrilled him. After all, pet play was high on his kink list and he’d agreed for Mob to decide on what punishment he'd go with.
"But first things first. Undress."
Mob’s harsh tone and unambiguous words quickly pulled Reigen back into the present.
“From here on out you stop being Arataka, the human. Instead, you become my delightful little puppy. For you to feel what this means I can’t have you walking around in human clothes. So you may strip, right here, right now, in front of me.”
Reigen could swear Mob’s lips to curl up a bit. The older man was definitely enjoying himself. Bastard. Something inside of Reigen screamed to resist. He wasn't very experienced with BDSM - his former bed partners all misinterpreted his submissive feelings and at some point, he’d given up on talking about them altogether. And now, with Mob, it was suddenly all so real, and he didn’t even need to say anything?
Mob noticed the hesitance in Reigen’s eyes. “Come on, don’t be shy. Dogs don’t care about being butt-naked.” Mob leaned his head on the back of his hand, elbow propped on the chair’s armrest.
With flushed cheeks, Reigen slowly started to unbutton his shirt but froze up before he could remove it. And why did his own physical response need to be so eager?! Once again he got hard, even more willingly than when they had kissed. The moment he’d undress Mob would see it and there was no way to prevent this.
“You can do it,” the older man spoke encouragingly, “I won’t laugh if that’s what you’re worried about. Promise.”
Reigen exhaled and continued - taking off his shirt first, his trousers second and lastly, after another reassuring yet urgent nod from Mob, even his boxer shorts. What he revealed left nothing to the imagination.
Mob didn’t respond to that, though. The psychic knew this wasn’t the time and place to do anything with those feelings. Instead, he simply enjoyed the view. Finally, he could set his eyes on Reigen’s magnificent young body without feeling guilty, for both of them were now consenting adults. ‘ He’s shy’ , Mob realized, ‘ how absolutely, delightfully adorable .’ To see the usually outgoing and talkative Arataka being bashful hit differently. Mob took his time until he noticed the growing anxiety in Reigen’s eyes. ‘How charming ’, Mob figured, ‘ he is waiting for me’ .
“Alright,” the psychic spoke, “on all fours with you. I’ve left you another present in the hallway, so go and fetch it for me. And remember, you’ve got to fetch it like a dog. This isn’t too difficult of a task, right?”
Reigen breathed slowly and squatted down, not making any attempts to move. From his new position on the floor Mob literally towered over him, his eyes piercing at Reigen expectantly from far above the fishnet tights and black corset. Reigen shivered. The wooden floor felt cool on the palms of his hands, even colder on his knees, but his face burned so hot that it was a welcome sensation. The hallway was in the opposite direction from Mob. This meant showing his bare ass to Mob the moment he’d turn around.
One more time Reigen wondered why the fuck he’d agreed to all of this, but he knew this was exactly what he’d been longing for. How much easier it’d be if he’d just give in to that.
And thus, he exhaled, resigning himself to his fate, willing to do whatever Mob would ask of him. For Mob he would push himself; if Mob wanted him to be a dog then a dog he would be.
He allowed himself to indulge in being Mob’s pet. He allowed himself to feel happy about it. And all of a sudden, Reigen felt excited. Mob had left a present for him in the hallway! He didn’t want to let his Master wait any longer. With this resolution, he turned around, happily moving over the parquetry, his mindset to find the promised gift.
It wasn’t hard to notice - at the far end of the hallway, there was a small, pink parcel. Reigen eagerly took it between his teeth and dragged it back to the bedroom. In front of Mob’s legs, the student sat down on his knees, the package still in his mouth. Mob looked contended. One of his hands patted Reigen on the head as the other one accepted the object. It had left a paper aftertaste in his mouth, but all he cared about were the praising words his Master spoke to him.
“Well done. That’s a good pup.”
It was as if the words stroked Reigen’s soul. He’d done well. Mob was happy to be his master. He could see it in Mob’s eyes. Eyes that glanced over the present a few moments later. “Hmmm,” the psychic considered, “with those paws of yours I can’t really expect you to unpack it properly… Should have thought about that when using tape. Guess I’ll have to do it for you.” He shrugged and unwrapped it himself.
The paper revealed a small piece of rope with a knot on each end; a typical dog’s toy.
Reigen blushed. Ah, of course. He could have expected this.
“Happy?” Mob inquired while tilting his head. He noticed the hesitation in the younger man’s eyes, but it didn’t seem to be out of reluctance. Mob raised his eyebrows, an amused expression on his face. “You just realized you don’t have a tail to wag in response, do you? Don’t worry - there are other ways to show your gratitude.”
Reigen’s face turned redder, if even possible. He nodded and whined as happily as he could, closing his eyes while doing so.
“Now that’s my boy,” Mob responded, pleased by Reigen’s vocalizations. This was going well. They were adjusting to each other, finding the kind of chemistry he too had longed for. Reigen was doing so well. Doing all of it just for him. And Mob sensed he could make him do even more. He rewarded the younger man, who was still on his knees, by roughly stroking his back.
Mob sunk further into his seat. “I don’t have to explain what this is for, right?” He flung the rope to the other end of the room.
“Fetch.”
There wasn’t a trace of doubt in his voice. And no doubt in Reigen’s actions either; the younger man turned around, and crawled as fast as he could - he really would have ran like a dog if his body would have allowed him to - to bring the rope back to his Master.
Master. Mob was his Master. In a very different way than before. It made him fuzzy and warm and soft. Mob accepted him. Mob wanted to be his Master.
They repeated their cycle of throwing and fetching a few more times until Mob decided to give him some other commands and see how well his submissive would follow him. “Sit.” “Shake.” “Lie down.” “Roll over.”
Reigen did everything as he was told, soon not caring anymore about his nakedness or the way he looked. When Mob rubbed his belly he moaned in response. That was when Mob knew Reigen’s focus was finally solely on him, and he reveled in his pet’s malleableness.
At some point, Mob rose up from his chair and took another object from the drawer. This time it was a leash; a black leather one, that matched Reigen’s collar, with a few metal rings in it. “Alright,” the older man decided, “time to take you for a walk.”
Reigen shrunk. He didn’t want to be seen like this by anyone else. Still, he allowed Mob to secure the leash to his collar. Mob wouldn’t take him outside, right?
“Don’t act so terrified,” Mob reacted as if reading his mind. “We’re staying here. I just want to show you something.” He smiled, and Reigen had no idea what that was supposed to mean, but he had no choice but to confide in his master and follow him as Mob gently tugged the leash.
Reigen carefully glanced at Mob’s back as he followed him on hands and knees. What was he going to show him?
It didn’t take long for Reigen to find out. In the corridor was a full-length mirror attached to one of the walls. He hadn’t paid much attention to it when he fetched his present, his mind had been too occupied with the task at hand, but now he understood what Mob was referring to. Right in front of it, Mob came to a halt. “Foot,” he ordered, and Reigen obediently sat down next to him.
“What a nice sight,” Mob hummed, looking at Reigen in the mirror. Reigen looked at his Master, the dominant apparel he wore, and the hand he raised. A hand that firmly held on to the leash that was attached to the collar around Reigen’s neck, the only thing he had been allowed to wear. Reigen gulped at his own sight. He looked so exposed, submissive, domesticated. No one had ever been allowed to see him like this.
Mob cherished every moment. “You’re art,” he evaluated. “you truly are. We’re art. I want you to memorize this image. Can you do that for your Master, pup?”
Again, Reigen looked up at Mob. At both of them. He nodded and let out two compliant barks. Yes, he’d memorize. Whether he wanted it or not, this image would be etched in his memory. It pleased Mob to no end to see the younger man tremble in submission. Or was he shivering because of something else? Again, he tugged on the leash, a wordless form of communication to let Reigen know it was time to return to the bedroom.
There, Mob picked up a blanket and draped it over Reigen’s shoulders. “Here,” he whispered while doing so, “Wouldn’t want my furless pup to catch a cold. There’ll be plenty more time to admire you later anyway.” He placed a kiss on his forehead.
Reigen grunted satisfied. Right now, and especially in this vulnerable state, he found his emotional response to any sign of affection to be strong. Maybe Mob noticed this as well. The older man sat down on the edge of the bed, and patted Reigen’s head, soon removing the leash from the collar. He then took the pillows from the bed and put them on the ground, right at his feet. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable,” he prompted, “you’ve been a good pup. You deserve to rest for a bit.” Reigen relished in following this command and lay down on the pillows, hugging his back against Mob’s legs. He didn’t feel like he was still in the room they’d rented. He was somewhere else, warm and safe, a world consisting of Mob and him and nothing else.
“What a good boy you are,” Mob hummed, stroking one of his legs against Reigen’s back. Only his golden hair still peeked out of the blanket. Yes, he’d definitely keep this lovable pet.