Kinktober Day Twenty: Pet Play

Lance - Hunk (Voltron: Legendary Defender)
Petplay / butt plug / puppy play / sex toys / TLC
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Something about letting Hunk snap the collar shut himself was a deeply soothing feeling. Looking up as the sweet man stroked his throat, letting the leather slide into the buckle before he took a little golden heart locket and slid it through the hole and metal bar, preventing it from coming off. He was enraptured with the man's smile, that tender look that spoke volumes about how much he enjoyed this game. He never said exactly why. Maybe he liked the calm control he could effect whenever Lance was made to be a pliant, available pet for him. Or maybe he just liked seeing his boyfriend all done up in ears and a tail.

Ears and a tail which he had made, thank you very much. Lance had been so flattered to see the soft ears and swishy poof of a tail that matched his hair, he'd wanted to get started right away. Now he knelt on the floor, enjoying the cushioning of the gloves that allowed him to walk comfortably on his knuckles, thrilling as Hunk lifted the fat bulb of the tail plug and showed it to him.

“Okay Lancy, turn around! Good boy!” He smiled, patting the upturned ass with a firm hand. “Now, Down. Good boy! Staaaay.”

Lance was already feeling drunk and dizzy off this attention as one thick finger probed at his hole. He let out an impish whine, delighted with the knowledge that this was only the first day of their weekend together. Hunk knew how to draw things out, keeping them delightfully inventive so her pet didn't get bored. A warm pooling melted through the pit of his stomach and Lance let everything settle down into his puppy mode. As his body spread and he felt the deep sink of the plug head, Lance twitched experimentally, the soft brush of the tail tickling his thighs.

“You look so cute!” Hunk gushed, sniffling at the precious picture. Of course Lance preened, an impish look on his handsome face as he primly tossed his head and crawled about the floor, showing himself off.  “Okay okay don't get too full of yourself. Heel.”

Lance batted his lashes and sat down, cupping his hands up and giving a cute yip, making sure to wriggle his back end excitedly. 

“Who's my good Lancy! Okay, Down.” Hunk's eyes twinkled with enthusiasm, watching Lance down down and press his belly to the soft rug. “Who's my smart boy?!”

Lance wallowed in the praise. That was his real favorite part of this. The adoration of that sweet chubby man washed over him like a cool breeze on a hot day. He crooned softly up at his Master and his skin quaked at the touch of a hand. “YIP!” he whined, eager for more.

“We'll train more later. Right now I want to spend some time with my best puppy.” Hunk grabbed a book, one he'd been working on for a while now since Lance could see the red book mark stuck between the pages. He sniffed at it curiously as Hunk sat down on the couch and patted the cushion next to him. “Come on. One time couch privilege.”

He got up as quickly as he could, straining a bit as the plug switched positions. He managed well enough though, whining as Hunk tapped his thigh and let his pet lie against him. The burst of energy he'd felt when this began was nothing compared to the soothing warmth of being cuddled next to him. He squirmed about for a few moments, doing his best to get into a position of comfort as Hunk covered him with a blanket so he didn't catch a chill.   
 
Pet play wasn't just an excuse to gave bondage sex with a few kinks added in. It's wasn't NOT that either. But one of the more poignant moments came with the coddling attention offered. No concern about being too vulnerable or behaving slavishly over the tenderness. No worries resting on your shoulders as they were strokes with patient love. Just the bliss of being a good pet.

“Later on, I'm going to make you a nice meal with beef tips and rice and peas. Then we can give you a nice warm bath, would you like that, Lancy?” Hunk scratched behind his ears. It was stunning how good that felt, the skin being itched just right was almost good enough to make Lance flip over and show him belly. “And then you can go to your nice warm bed in your crate.”

~Crate!~ Lance looked up, poking out his bottom lip in the most pathetically expressive pout. 

The gentle look on Hunk's face didn't leave, but there was a naughty mischief behind it as he tapped Lance's nose. “You gotta earn your way into the bed, pup. You know better than that. If you a good job at training tomorrow, I'll let you sleep at the foot of the bed that night. It all depends on how hard you work to prove to me you can be a good pup.” 

~Prove it, huh?~ Lance got the cheekiest grin, pursing his lips and flicking his tongue out to lap at Hunk's hand for sympathy. He could have played a cat. It fit his personality more. Cats could get away with murder, not to mention misbehavior. Nobody expected a cat to obey orders. But a puppy...well what could he say? It was more fun to be given orders and have to strive to please. Something in Lance got a bigger kick out of working to please his partner, putting effort into making Hunk happy. He continued to lap at the hand with attentive displays, his eyes flashing.
 “You gotta work hard to earn that too, cutie.” Hunk chastised. “You behave yourself, and maybe, just maybe, we'll see about letting the puppy have some fun.” Hunk pulled out his cell phone, flipping through his email before he opened one and shower the link to lance. “Do you like it? I ordered it a while ago and it just arrived today.”

Lance almost drool, gazing longingly at the thick, knotted dildo in bright yellow and blue stripes. He yipped happily, vowing to behave himself no matter what it took.