by R. Phoenix
Liam hung it up, casting a glance behind him. “Enema,” he said firmly. “I wish you clean inside and out. Unless you wish to taste yourself upon my cock when I finish with you, you will ensure that you are very clean inside.”
He didn’t miss Caleb’s grimace. “My ass is not up for use.”
“It may not have been, little puppy, but it is now.”
“I don’t suck cock either.”
Liam smiled, showing teeth and fangs alike. “Then you will lick it, and I will fuck your throat.” He grabbed Caleb’s old clothing and turned back for the living room, having the satisfaction of seeing Caleb grab the enema kit as he departed the bathroom and closed the door.
He settled down on the couch to wait for his pet to leave the bathroom and for the hotel staff to deliver what he’d requested, flipping through messages on his phone.
He glanced up as Caleb came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
On two feet.
Again.
Liam stood, crossing the room, and this time he snatched up both of Caleb’s wrists with one hand, twisting them behind his back and shoving the human against the wall. “You will learn to obey me,” he hissed as his other hand yanked the towel free from the man’s waist and cast it aside. “I am a patient master, but that patience is not endless.”
His fingers ground the bones of his pet’s wrists together, and Caleb yelped.
Liam began to speak again, but the sound of a knock on the door interrupted him. Scowling, he threw Caleb back to the floor, commanding, “Stay.”
“Can I at least get dressed? It’s fucking cold in here.”
Liam leveled him with a look as he paused at the door.
“Master.”
Liam snapped, “You test me too much, dog. All fours. Now!”
Caleb seemed to realize — finally — that Liam’s tolerance had nearly run out, and he got down to all fours, settling down like a dog might. Liam opened the door, where a bellhop waited patiently on the other side. He gestured for the marked human to step inside.
The hotel staff had seen it all, and the woman didn’t even bat an eye at the sight of a naked human in the middle of the floor. Liam eyed the large, already assembled dog cage, sealed box, and bag of dog kibble, and he smirked. He might have gone easy on his pet before, but now?
He could hear Caleb’s heartbeat escalate, and he chuckled softly to himself as he unloaded the items and shooed the attendant out of the door. He opened the box, peering inside.
“Well,” he mused to himself, “they do think of everything here.”
Caleb’s heart beat faster.
“Come.” Liam snapped his fingers, pointing to the spot in front of him. He would have to decide where he wanted the kennel. Caleb only glared at him, his breathing a bit unsteady, and Liam glared back. “I said come.”
And the human ejaculated all over the expensive carpet.
Well.
That hadn’t been what he’d meant at all.
Chapter Four
Caleb
What. The. Fucking. Fuck.
Caleb was torn between the urge to laugh and the urge to snarl like the dog he was being treated like, but he found himself moaning instead as he came like the vampire commanded.
Liam had to be every bit as dumbfounded as he was, because he was silent for a long moment. With any luck, the vampire wouldn’t realize how much he liked being humiliated.
Maybe.
“You will not climax, orgasm, ejaculate — what are the other words?” the vampire muttered, and Caleb was relieved to find that Liam obviously thought his command had been the only reason for his ill-timed climax, “unless I specifically say so.”
He had to hope that the words were an order and not a compulsion, because the idea that he wouldn’t even be able to jack off was not a pleasant one. This was already the hottest thing he’d experienced in a long time, and he wouldn’t be able to manage a surreptitious rub in the shower here and there? Then again, it didn’t seem like Liam was going to leave him alone in the bathtub, if the first time had been any indication.
Everyone knows dogs don’t bathe themselves, my ass.
“Now clean that up.”
Caleb looked up at him, then he started to stand up.
“On all fours!” Liam snapped at him.
Caleb realized he might have pushed the vampire too far right around the time he caught a foot in the side. It didn’t hurt as much as he might have expected, but he took it for the warning it was.
“Lick it up.”
From the carpet? Was he serious?
One look up at the vampire proved that he was, in fact, serious, and Caleb hesitated. He didn’t want another harsh blow, but at the same time, the idea of getting carpet fibers — even expensive, lush ones — in his teeth was not appealing.
“Now.”
If the vampire’s tone of voice was any indication, he meant business, but Caleb still balked. Either way, he did a precursory lick with his tongue, grimacing. It was humiliating… and his cock loved every second of it.
No. You will not get hard again. You will not let him know you like this.
He did his best to lick it up, still grimacing and then wiping his tongue off against his arm. His skin tasted of soap instead of filth, at least, which was better than the carpet.
By the time he was done, the vampire was smirking again, but he wasn’t looking at Caleb.
The dog cage was admittedly hot, but the food was taking it a little far. He had to believe that the hotel had made a mistake and that Liam wasn’t really going to try to feed him food made for real dogs. He sure as hell wasn’t going to eat it. He could get into some of this, even if he wasn’t going to make it easy for Liam, but he had his limits for what he’d easily obey.
First, he saw the supple leather collar, and that didn’t surprise him. If he was going to be treated like a pet, of course Liam would collar him. It was bittersweet.
Once, being collared had had positive connotations, a sign of devotion and dedication. Now? It was a mockery of everything it had once been, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes briefly.
It had been play back then. It wasn’t play now.
Well, that was enough to kill his cock’s halfhearted attempts at betraying his interest.
“Come here,” the vampire said.
Caleb couldn’t help but snort at the clarifying word. It might have been useful earlier, but for the moment, Caleb’s will to fight had been quashed by his own thoughts — from nothing the vampire had done, but from everything he’d done and had been done to him.
He went.
Once he had lifted his head in pride, waiting for the collar to be secured about his throat. He had blinked back tears then, and he blinked back tears now — though the reasons were entirely different. He still held his head high regardless, knowing that this was inevitable. And he was saving his protests for something that was too repulsive to handle.
Probably the damned dog food.
Liam’s fingers were surprisingly gentle as they secured the collar around his throat, and he paused for a moment. Their eyes met, and Caleb looked away quickly.
“It suits you,” Liam told him. If he saw the pain in Caleb’s eyes, he dismissed it easily enough. He slid a finger beneath the collar, and he arranged it so that the O-ring was in the front. It was frighteningly familiar, and Caleb exhaled slowly as he half-closed his eyes and he settled back onto his legs, arms falling loosely to his sides.
Liam went back to poking through the box, and Caleb could see him making faces out of the corner of his eye as he examined the items. The matching leash he pulled out and set aside, along with two large dog bowls. Those items Caleb could deal with, but the sight of the gloves and the butt plug that had to be made of rubber or silicone or some similar material…
He wasn’t sure he was ready for that, either.
He didn’t know how many items Liam looked at and discarded, but in the end, he didn’t go wi
th much. Caleb was grateful for that, even though the lubricant and the plug did not bode well for him.
“Hands,” Liam commanded.
Caleb reluctantly offered out his hands while the man slid them into a pair of gloves. For a moment, he balked, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get them off, but it could have been worse. At least they were — somewhat — comfortable.
As long as the vampire remembered to let him out from time to time… Caleb was more concerned with what was coming next; he could worry about the gloves later.
Liam thumbed open the bottle of lubricant, examining it and the tail for a moment before pouring lube into his hand. “What do you think? Will you be a proper pup with a tail?”
He was grateful the vampire was willing to use lube. He hadn’t thought it would go in otherwise. His ass hadn’t exactly been used in a while, because he hadn’t been willing to play bottom to any of the snakes who considered themselves in charge in the slums. No, he’d been top dog, not the bitch, and this return to the bottom evoked memories in him that he didn’t truly want.
Caleb glowered up at him.
Liam chuckled, and then he made a motion with his hand. Caleb knew perfectly well it meant for him to turn around, but he stayed firmly put. Liam eyed him. “Turn around, pup,” he ordered.
Caleb considered disobeying, but he grudgingly turned, offering his ass up in the air.
“Good boy,” Liam said, patting one ass cheek.
Caleb gritted his teeth, trying not to respond, then one of the vampire’s slick finger tips probed his hole. He tried to relax, but it had been too long since he’d taken it up the ass, and it hurt. He let out a noise and Liam pushed more insistently. Fuck. He needed to stop tensing up, and he closed his eyes.
The vampire’s finger moved, and Caleb swore as it brushed his prostate. He heard another of those disconcerting chuckles as Liam fingered him, slowly starting to spread him to prepare him for the plug.
It was a kindness he hadn’t expected — or maybe the vampire just got off on fucking with him. Either way, he was hard, and by the time the tip of the plug breached his ass, he was ready for it. Hell, he was ready to be fucked, and he let out a soft whine at the feeling of it settling in place. It was a little bigger than he was comfortable with, but he had a feeling he’d be glad for the stretch when the vampire decided to fuck him.
Because it was only a matter of time until that happened.
Liam drew back, pacing around him and examining him, then nodded. Caleb opened his eyes fully, but they weren’t on the vampire’s. No, they were on the erection he could see tenting Liam’s pants.
That fuck might be coming sooner than he’d thought.
But the vampire paused, tweaking the tail and watching it wag. He said something Caleb couldn’t understand, and a frown curved onto his lips as the vampire circled him again.
Finally, he paused just in front of Caleb, fisting his still-damp hair. “You make a very handsome pup,” he said, that odd accent of his stronger as he unfastened his pants with his other hand and unzipped his fly. “You were meant to serve as a pet, I think.”
“I am not a fucking dog,” Caleb snapped again.
Liam laughed, but the sound wasn’t reassuring. “No? You snarl like one, puppy.” He pressed the head of his cock against Caleb’s mouth, but Caleb refused to part his lips. Liam twisted his fingers more in Caleb’s hair, and he tried not to groan. Pleasure and pain swept over him, and the need to yield as he hadn’t in far too long threatened to overwhelm him. “Open.”
Hadn’t the vampire learned his lesson from giving him one word commands the last time?
“Open your mouth for me, pup,” Liam coaxed, “and I will reward you instead of punishing you.”
Caleb kept his mouth closed. Inevitable as this might be, he wasn’t going to give in that readily. He wanted to make Liam earn every single fucking ounce of submission.
“Open your mouth,” Liam said again, and Caleb found himself obeying despite himself. Well, the vampire hadn’t told him to keep it open, so he closed it again. Liam cursed, staring at him, but Caleb gazed defiantly up at him even as Liam backhanded him again.
Fuck, that hurt, and Caleb’s head whipped to one side. Even without trying, the vampire packed a hell of a punch, and he knew he was lucky it hadn’t snapped his neck.
This time, Caleb opened his mouth, and before he had the chance to do more than part his lips, Liam’s cock was halfway down his throat. He gagged, but the vampire’s dick was far past his lips, buried as deep as it could go in his throat until it was all he could do to try to catch a breath on each stroke out.
Using his hair as leverage, Liam fucked his face hard and fast, drilling him with one harsh thrust after another. Each time, Caleb felt the vampire’s balls against his chin, and each time he gagged as he felt the thick head of him breach his throat and continue. He struggled more than once, even though his cock was dripping with pre-cum, and finally he settled down.
He wasn’t getting out of this, not until Liam was done with him or chose to stop.
Liam grunted, pulling back more slowly, and Caleb could taste his cum as he withdrew. It spilled over his tongue, slid down his chin, then spurted in ribbons over his face. For fuck’s sake, how much cum did the man have? How did vampires even have it to begin with?
Fuck, Caleb, this isn’t the time to think about vampire biology!
He closed his eyes, and he waited until the last of Liam’s sounds receded and the last of what had to amount to his seed had been emptied from his balls before wiping at his face.
“Leave it. It suits my little slut-puppy,” Liam said, and Caleb had to clench his teeth hard together to keep from arguing his title.
Fuck, he was hard.
“Now.” Liam tucked himself back away in his pants. Caleb wanted to throttle him for the self-satisfied look on his features. “I am certain you are hungry and thirsty.”
“Not particularly.”
“Ungrateful little pups will be punished,” Liam reminded him.
Caleb didn’t feel like getting slapped again. He shut up.
“There. Is it so very hard to be a quiet little dog for me, or must you always yip so unbecomingly, pet?”
Liam’s eyes swept over him, and for a moment, they settled on Caleb’s still-hard cock. Caleb lifted his chin, meeting the man’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything about his own erection. Liam shook his head, though, and paced over to the kitchen area, bringing the two bowls and — much to Caleb’s discomfort — the bag of kibble.
He couldn’t be fucking serious, could he?
Liam filled one bowl with water, setting it on the floor, and with a glimmer in his eye, he lifted the bag of kibble.
Fucker. Asshole. Motherfucking asshole!
But Liam dumped the bag into the trash can, going instead to the suite’s cabinets. He perused them for a moment, and if Caleb had been disgusted by the kibble, the vampire’s pursed lips showed even more displeasure.
Liam pulled out a can of soup, shaking his head as he pulled the tab to open it. That, he dumped into the dog bowl with an unappealing sound, room temperature and almost as unappealing as the happy canine diet had been.
Chapter Five
Caleb
Caleb stared in dismay at the sight of the water in the dog bowl before him, ignoring the soup entirely. He wouldn’t mind rinsing out his mouth, but he didn’t know how he was going to drink out of it. It was shallow enough, but it was obviously made for a dog. Of course, that didn’t seem to matter — the food had been, too.
He tried to drink but mostly made a mess. Some of the contents of the bowl went up his nose, and he sputtered and wiped his nose on his arm as he tried to clear it. He leaned down again, trying to drink, but most of it seemed to go up his nose.
“It will take practice,” Liam said.
Caleb’s head whipped up as he glared at the vampire. He didn’t want to hear that it would take practice; he didn’t want to practice this sort of thing at all.<
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“So practice, pet. Drink. Eat.”
Caleb ignored the second order, returning to the water and drinking more. This time he had more success, even though that wasn’t saying much.
But the next time Liam spoke, his voice was harder, rougher, and his accent was heavier. “I told you to eat, no?”
“I’m not hungry.”
The words fell like stones from his lips, and Caleb didn’t dare look up at his new master to see his reaction. He didn’t have to. Liam strode forward, and he grabbed Caleb by the collar, yanking him up. “You will eat every last drop of soup in that bowl,” he said, his voice as calm as his demeanor was filled with heat. “Are we clear?”
“No! I’m not hungry!”
Liam examined him for a moment and then dropped Caleb to the ground. For that moment, Caleb thought that maybe reason had prevailed, that the vampire understood he couldn’t possibly be hungry after everything he’d been through that night.
Instead, Liam twisted his fingers in Caleb’s hair again, and he pushed him down, forcing his face into the bowl.
“I told you to eat, pet. My patience wears thin. Either eat the soup or eat the... other food the hotel deems more appropriate for you.”
Caleb gagged at the thought.
Trying to figure out how to take the first bite was the worst, and he realized that if he drank the juice first, he wouldn’t feel quite so much like he was going to drown in cold soup. The second was a little easier, and by the time he swallowed the third mouthful, Liam had let up on his hair. He didn’t stop except to steal occasional drinks of water, casting a sidelong glance up at the vampire to make sure he wasn’t going to freak out again.
He didn’t, and even though his stomach churned, Caleb finished off the bowl, feeling all the while that he was going to vomit.
“Good boy,” Liam said, considering him. “Now wag your tail for me. Shake your cute little behind for me, puppy.”
Caleb’s jaw clenched as he did, and it wasn’t only because of the order. He didn’t want to draw Liam’s attention to the fact that he hadn’t completely lost his erection.