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Dennis was a good pup. Most of the time. He had a good amount of freedom in his relationship with Robby and Jack. He didn’t expect that as a submissive he would have so much power in the relationship. In the past, his dominants and owners had been more controlling, some even abusive. Because of that, it took Dennis a long time to be okay with letting himself be vulnerable in certain ways in front of anyone. He certainly didn’t think that it would be with his two attendings that he would find that comfort.
Robby and Jack liked that Dennis was obedient. He spoke up when he had a question or was uncomfortable but he was mainly excited to listen to them. Or so that’s what they thought.
About a month after they moved in together, Dennis began to grow more relaxed about their very firmly put in place rules. He began leaving his toys out on the lounge floor, not showering when he was told to, being short and bratty when asked to do even the smallest thing.
Tonight was no different. Their play was less intense but Dennis was in still subspace and acting somewhat like a puppy, just not in a puppy headspace. They had eaten dinner and now Jack and Robby were relaxing in the lounge; Robby across the room sitting on an armchair, reading a book with his glasses that both Jack and Dennis adored, and Jack on the couch, his prosthetic removed and propped up on the side of the couch.
He was mindlessly flicking through the T.V channels when he heard the soft padding of Dennis’ socked feet against the floor and a soft whine just behind the door.
“Denny? Why aren’t you in your room?” Jack called softly, his eyes filled focused on the T.V. Dennis stayed behind the door, not yet been given permission to come into the room. Instead of giving a real response, he lets out a louder and more impatient whine, stomping his foot against the hardwood.
That caught both Jacks and Robbys attention. Their sweet boy was never the type to stomp and whine like a child.
“Hey, come in.” Jacks tone has changed drastically, sounding much more firm than it did just a moment ago.
Dennis knew he struck a chord. When he did open the door he stayed behind the line that separated the lounge and the hallway, looking quietly down at his feet as he scrunched up the hem of his shirt.
He flinched when all of a sudden Jack snapped his fingers and pointed down to the floor below him. Robby, watching from across the room, furrowed his brows in slight surprise. Dennis took a moment before reluctantly walking over to Jack, kneeling down in front of him and placing his hands nervously on his knees.
Suddenly, a gentle smack caught him off guard, his eyes widening as Jacks hand collided with his cheek.
“Hey. Eyes on me.” Jacks voice comes out low and gentle, clearly still wanting to be patient with Dennis even when he was being bratty.
Dennis tried to stay calm. Tried to submit. But something in his mind wasn’t fully letting him. Wouldn’t let him submit without putting up a fight first.
Instead of looking up, he let out a quiet scoff and he crossed his arms, looking back towards the door as he stayed quiet.
Figuring out where the line was for both Robby and Jack was hard. He never really felt the need to be bratty with Robby because he often gave him want he wanted as soon as he asked for it. He was spoiled and doted on to no end. Something Jack didn’t agree with. He believed that if Dennis had asked for something, there was a reason for it. He asked for rules and punishments when they first got into their relationship because he wanted them. He wanted structure. Because of this, Dennis didn’t know how far was too far with Jack. Apparently, he had just hit the nail right on the head.
He jolted forward as Jacks finger hooked into the side of his collar, yanking them closer together. Dennis breaths sped up slightly with anxiety but he didn’t want to show any sign of submission. He still wanted to stand his ground.
Dennis could see into Jacks eyes. His gaze wasn’t angry or frustrated. It was full of patience like it was when Dennis would be having a panic attack or just having a shitty day. Jack would hold him, make eye contact with him. A gentle and small sign of care. Something that said “I’m here. I’m safe.”
But right now it didn’t feel comforting. It felt too soft. The whole day, Robby had been doting on Dennis. He loved the way Robby would spoil him and pamper him. But it didn’t feel right. Not unless he had Jack to even it out afterwards. To put him back in his place.
Dennis wasn’t even sure if Jack had noticed but lately he had been less dominant with him. Was giving out less punishments. It hurt Dennis, in a way. Made him feel less cared for. As if he wasn’t worth correction in his behaviour.
Without thinking, Dennis mustered up as much saliva as he could, (he found his mouth drying out with anxiety), and spat on Jacks cheek.
Jacks eyes shut and he lets out a short sigh. Robby, however, was much more concerned, quickly getting up and walking over to them.
“Dennis! Hey, that is not how you should be acting and you know it! I can’t believe you would do something like that.” Robby began to discipline him but it still didn’t feel right.
Jack however could tell Dennis wasn’t feeling himself. His attempt at a hard and stern gaze was weak and Jack could see the way Dennis’ eyes were slightly glossed over from the fog his submissive headspace was causing. Even the force of the spit hitting his cheek was feeble.
Jack decided to quickly cut Robby off, lifting his hand to silence him. “Dennis. Listen to me.” His voice was quiet, still patient but slightly darker than it was a moment ago.
“You’re going to remove your clothes, go into your room, and stand in the corner until I say otherwise.”