Danny was practically skipping around the house after he got the text from Cary.
I'm leaving the office now, pup.
Danny was ecstatic. His man, his boyfriend, his Dom, was finally coming home!
Cary worked as a trucker, which meant that there would be some stretches of time where he was out doing his job. Danny hated it, hated the idea of being separated from his love, but he knew that this was the way things needed to be.
Besides, Danny didn't think it was his place to complain about Cary's work. Cary had absolutely insisted that Danny didn't have to get a job when he moved into Cary's house. He said that he was going to take care of Danny, that it made no sense for a pup to work.
The main theme of their Dom/sub relationship was that Danny was Cary's pet. When they weren't calling for each other by their names, Danny was pup and Cary was Sir, sometimes Master. Danny felt a little weird about being so thoroughly taken care of, so he did what he could to make it up to his boyfriend.
Since Cary was the breadwinner, Danny made it a point to take care of domestic issues. He cooked, cleaned, and did all the chores. He was supposed to be a pet, but he ended up also being like a housewife to Cary. Danny didn't mind. He loved pleasing his Dom.
Cary had been gone all week; Monday morning to that Friday evening. Danny had some friends to keep himself company, but he still felt so lonely without his other half. He wanted to show Cary just how much his sub missed him.
He got to their room, taking a moment to examine himself in the mirror. He was short, skinny, and had big blue eyes as well as boyish features. His red hair was short. He was cute, and Cary made sure he knew it.
He donned his favorite piece of clothing, his collar.
At the beginning, Cary just used a belt, but when Danny moved in he got the collar custom made. It was brown leather with shiny steel rings. It could be adjusted so that it either loosely rested around his neck or tightened into a choker. Danny tightened it until right before it got uncomfortable.
The collar served as a symbol. When it was off, they could act like a regular couple if they wanted to, but when it was on, Danny fully gave himself to Cary. His submission was complete, and he wanted to play the parts they had set up.
He got to the front door and sat down, cross-legged. He made sure to put his palms on the ground in front of him and lean forward slightly. As a pup, he needed to eagerly wait at the door for his Master to come home.
When the door opened, Danny widened his eyes so that they were big and cute.
"Welcome home, Sir!"
There was a part of Cary that wanted to cry tears of pure joy. Not only had he spent the week alone, it was a pretty shitty week anyway. There were mix-ups and people naturally blamed the trucker for the mistakes that were made by other people in the office. Cary had a hot temper himself, so he didn't get that upset with the clients; if he didn't know any better he probably would have done the same thing in their shoes. Still, he had to deal with a lot of assholes.
He was in a bad mood by the end of the week, but coming home to see his sub waiting at the door made him so happy. Still, he played his part.
"Thank you, pup. I trust you've kept things neat and orderly while I was away?"
Danny nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, Sir! May I take off your coat and shoes?"
Cary nodded, and Danny did so.
"So, pup, what's for dinner?"
"Shrimp scampi, Sir!"
Danny was a great cook. A year or two prior, Cary wouldn't have been able to say what "shrimp scampi" was, but now it was his favorite thing to eat. What had he done to deserve such a good little sub?
As Cary sat on the couch, Danny scampered all around the house to get ready. He had so much planned and didn't want to waste a moment. Once he got Cary a beer he hurried to their room to get dressed properly. He combined two of his favorite outfits to wear for his Dom: the puppy and the waiter.
His puppy costume was two pieces, reddish brown pointed ears that blended in with his hair and a jock strap with a matching tail attached to it. The waiter outfit was a formal suit-like ensemble, with a vest, a bow tie, an apron, and white gloves. Danny loved how cute the outfits made him look and knew that Cary felt the same way. Danny had never combined these two characters before, but he wanted to be everything and more for Cary that night.
When Cary got a load of Danny, he yelled out "C'mere, pup!"
Like a loyal dog, the smaller man walked over, his collar making the slightest jingling.
Cary eyed him up and down. "God, you are so fucking cute I can't stand it!" It was true, Danny had really outdone himself, but what endeared Cary more was that Danny not only tolerated, but embraced, celebrated all the kinks in their relationship.
Cary was a man's man: hairy, strong, and tall. He had a short but thick beard and had taken to wearing his hair in a man bun. His demeanor was very brash and masculine. He hadn't suspected that he liked men at all until he met Danny. The moment he met that cute little twink Cary knew he wanted to claim him as his. He craved for the boy to want for nothing. It came as a surprise; he had only been with women in the past, but he turned out to be bi, at least for Danny.
Danny had known he was fully, 100% percent gay since he was 13. He was already bullied for being a small, runty kid, so being a queer would have just been icing on the cake. He only told his family and kept in the closet until he went to college.
At college, Danny got comfortable with his sexuality, and learned that he was into submission play as well. He went to BDSM clubs occasionally, and that's where he met the six-foot-four, 250-pound, 29-year-old specimen of pure, undiluted
man
who would eventually be his Dom.
Cary liked being dominant, and was scoping out the club for potential girls when he spotted the little twink. The two of them hit it off immediately. They were together for the rest of Danny's senior year and he moved in after graduation. The two of them had a wonderful, if thoroughly unconventional, relationship.
Cary finished admiring his sub and said "Okay pup, go make me dinner, I'm hungry."
Danny gave a cute little bow and walked off, his tail wagging slightly with his steps.
Dinner and wine was amazing. They talked and ate and drank and just enjoyed each other's presence. Afterwards, they were on the couch, Danny fully cradled in Cary's arms.
"Shit. My marks are starting to wear off," Cary grumbled.
Since they'd been together Danny couldn't remember a time when his neck didn't have a hickey or two. Cary always made sure that he marked his territory.
Cary nuzzled Danny's neck, his whiskers sending jolting sensations through the younger man. Danny squirmed in delight as his Dom sucked hard on his neck, biting and licking.
"There," Cary said when a mark formed. "you're such a good little pup; I want everybody to know you're mine."
Suddenly Danny's eyes widened, and he shook his head nervously.
"No, Sir. Oh no, no, no..."
He got up and started pacing the room anxiously, wringing his hands and making little whimpering sounds.
Cary resisted the strong urge to get up and comfort his boyfriend. One scary thing about being the Dom was that Danny was an astoundingly good actor. He completely sold his characters, made them his. It was unnerving, but Cary was mostly used to it.
"Hey pup," Cary growled. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
Danny stopped his pacing and stared at Cary, trembling slightly.
"Sir, I'm not a good pup. I've been bad..."
