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Izzy’s already wet by the time his leash gets handed off to Jim.
They’ve been at the party for nearly an hour now. Izzy’s not in his pup gear – not in the right mood for it, tonight, for whatever reason – but is instead wearing a pair of crotchless leather chaps and a bulldog harness.
Izzy has spent most of that kneeling on a cushion at Fang’s side, facing his Dom, as Fang talked to anyone he pleased. He’d talk about Izzy like he wasn’t there at all, or at least not capable of understanding, and never referring to him by name, just as “my pup.” By the time Fang had tugged his leash and stood up, Izzy was already pretty deep under and excited for whoever his Dom wanted him to play with.
His excitement only mounts when Fang walks him over to Jim and entrusts him to their care. Fang leaves him with a pat on the head before wandering off, but Izzy’s eyes are already eager on his substitute Dom, waiting for instruction.
Jim grins down at him. It’s not nearly the first time they’ve played together, but it’s been a while. Jim had moved in recently with Oluwande, Archie, and Zheng, and this party is a housewarming of sorts for them.
“How’s my favourite puppy doing?” Jim asks him. They’re sitting, leaning forward in a comfortable chair with their legs spread open. Izzy makes his place between them, looking up with wide eyes and an excited smile.
He’s too far under to want to respond with words, but not enough to feel comfortable barking. Instead he just squirms and rubs his face against the inside of their thigh. Jim grins.
“That good, huh?” They press a hand into his hair and scratch their nails over his scalp. If he had a tail it would be thumping on the floor. “I’ve been looking forward to playing with you all night.”
Izzy had been looking forward to playing too. He hadn’t been told who he’d have time with, and doesn’t know if Fang had negotiated anything in advance or was just going by the energy of the evening, but Izzy never had a bad time with Jim. Not that Fang would let him have a bad time with anyone, though.
He lets his tongue loll out of his mouth and pants a little, hoping it shows his excitement. Jim laughs, but not in a mean way.
“Archie got me a new toy and I thought I might test it on you,” Jim continues. Izzy can’t contain his squirming, wagging his butt as if he had a tail in. Jim looks pleased, petting over his hair again. They glance over his shoulder and gesture with their other hand, the one holding the leash. “Sound like a good idea, pup?”
Izzy nods eagerly, and a few moments later, two hands that he recognises as Oluwande’s pass two items over his shoulder to Jim. One is a leather strap and the other is a cordless hitachi wand. Izzy can feel how wet he is, watching intently as Jim bends down, and, to his surprise, uses the leather to strap the wand to their boot and clicking it onto its lowest setting. He licks his lips, getting the picture of how this will work.
Jim smirks down at him, and offers up their foot. “Go on then, pup. You know what to do.”
Izzy quickly straddles Jim’s foot, settling on his knees on the padded floor. He has to spread his legs wide before his cunt makes contact with the cleaned vintage leather of their boot, already leaving it wet. He slides forward until his cock makes contact with the rumbling head of the vibrator. His eyes flutter shut for a moment.
“There’s a good boy,” Jim says, their hand returning to his hair. He hums happily, looking up at them again. Their other hand comes to cup his chin, thumb pressing against his lower lip. He opens his mouth eagerly, and they hold him there. Jim’s hand in his hair tightens, pulling his head back, and they lean over him. He looks up at them still, mouth open and softly panting.
Izzy hears them working up a glob of spit in their mouth, before they open their mouth and let it slowly descend into his own. He stays as still as he can manage, letting it hit his tongue and slide back into his mouth. He swallows heavily, and then opens his mouth up again, eyes eager and wide. As soon as he’s swallowed it, his hips rut forward of their own accord, grinding his cock against the vibrator head and his cunt against the toes of Jim’s boot. Jim looks pleased with him, letting go of the grip in his hair as they lean back.
“Good boy,” they praise, and Izzy drinks it up. His mouth stays open even as he tips his head forward again, his tongue falling out of his mouth and staying that way. “Just like that, puppy. Does that feel good?”
Izzy nods eagerly. He even yips softly, a short, excited sound. The conversation around them is quiet, and there was a short chuckle after his doggish noise, but Izzy pays no attention to it. He’s definitely in his headspace now, though he’s glad he didn’t wear his gear, still, because that might make it harder for Jim to enjoy him.
Jim’s hand cups his cheek, now, and their thumb comes up to press on his tongue. He feels drool collecting in his own mouth, but he doesn’t try to swallow, letting it well up on his tongue and start to slide down to the depression that Jim’s tongue makes. His eyes are still on their face, their fascinated smile, his brows pinching together as he rocks his hips faster.
“There you go,” Jim keeps talking, cooing. “You’re allowed to come, but you’re not allowed to stop, understand?” They reach down and switch the wand up to its second level, hands returning to their thighs as they lean back afterward.
Izzy lets out a long whine from the back of his throat, but nods quickly. It’s nice not to need permission, especially when he’s non-verbal like this, but he still has the urge to hold back. He wants to impress his Dom after all. But he’s already so close, so eager, especially because Fang had been edging him on and off all day, getting him right there but pulling away before he could tip over.
He rocks against the vibrator, against the boot, with excited vigour, like a needy puppy that can’t help itself but chase its pleasure. That’s all he is. He groans and leans forward, rubbing his cheek against their knee as his hips keep rolling of their own accord. He pants, and drools, leaving a bubbly trail of spit on their leather pants.
Izzy comes just like that, gasping and drooling and panting with his tongue open. His eyes are squeezed shut, but he keeps rocking his hips, through the initial wave of orgasm and the aftershocks. He doesn’t let himself stop, even as pleasure becomes pain and his cock protests the vibrations against it. His ride on their boot is completely smooth now, his slick lubricating the leather thoroughly. He whines again, high and warbling, but feels no room to be embarrassed by the rather pathetic noise.
“Good boy. Keep going,” Jim orders, their voice firm and even, as if Izzy has any desire to disobey. He nods, but whines again, whines until Jim’s hand grabs his hair again and yanks his head back. “You’re making such a mess of me, it’s only right that I make a mess of you too, little man.”
This time, the spit lands on his face, splattering over his nose and closed eyes. He immediately licks up what has spread within reach of his tongue, moaning eagerly, and Jim laughs at him. He finally opens his eyes again, glazed over with his pleasure, looking up at them with a desperate expression.
“What a good puppy,” Jim coos, and strokes his hair, and Izzy rocks his hips a little faster in response. The overstimulation has turned back to pleasure again, as it always does. Sometimes Fang calls him a little orgasm machine, because in the right conditions, it sort of seems like he has no limits. Most of the time he just gets tired of it after a while, really.
But he could never get tired of this. He’s at his happiest when he’s humping a boot, really, and the vibrator is the perfect addition. The mess on his face feels like a claim, of sorts, makes him feel wanted, and his heart swells with the feeling.
“Are you going to come again for me, puppy?” Jim asks, their hand coming down to smear some of the spittle on his face.
This time Izzy responds with a proper bark, one befitting a yappy terrier. He nods, tongue out and face lax. Jim grins down at him, cupping his cheek before giving it a tap.
“Go on then, come for me.”
Izzy shudders and melts, holding onto their leg and rocking his hips quickly as he approaches the edge once again. He whimpers, holding his cock to the vibrator and twitching. This time he squirts onto Jim’s boot and the floor, and sobs with it. Jim’s hand grips his hair hard and the pain of that just makes it last longer, his eyes crossing with the force of his orgasm.
“Good boy,” Jim coos, gently petting his hair. They reach down and switch off the vibrator, and he slumps forward, drooling and whining, his hips still rocking aimlessly. “Such a good boy for me. Let me give you one more treat.”
They guide his head more gently this time, pushing it back as they lean over him, and he doesn’t even think about closing his mouth. Izzy watches the spit slowly drop from Jim’s mouth into his own, feeling it slide back on his tongue. Jim seems pleased, and Izzy grins lazily in response, his head a solid fog of pleasure.
Jim picks up his leash, then, and hands it off to someone over his shoulder. Izzy glances up to see Fang take it, a grin on his face.
“Have fun, pup?” Izzy’s owner asks. Izzy can’t help but smile at him, leaning into the hand that comes down into his hair, but remains wordless. He’s a good boy. “Looks like you took care of him well.”
“My pleasure,” Jim says. They cup Izzy’s cheek, and he looks up at them again, almost overwhelmed by the care he feels for him between these two people. “Thanks for letting me borrow him. What a good pup.” They pat his cheek one last time before Fang tugs his leash.
Fang leads him back to his place on the couch, not bothering to clean him up, the slick on his cunt and thighs a badge of honour that he wears with pride. He leans into the hand that scratches through his hair, happy and pliant and satisfied.