Fic: Just Don't Tell Me to Heel - Chuck, Chuck/Bryce, R (original) (raw)

Title: Just Don't Tell Me to Heel
Fandom: Chuck
Pairing: Chuck/Bryce
Rating: R
WARNINGS: first attempt at puppy!fic
Summary: Chuck is skeptical, but he agrees to try it and, when the scene is set, he does everything that Bryce asks.
Author's Note: Please be gentle but honest with criticism :p I haven't read a lot of this particular kink so can't speak to how my approach to it will go over, if at all.
AO3

Chuck is skeptical, but he agrees to try it and, when the scene is set, he does everything that Bryce asks.

He lets Bryce strip him. He kneels, then crawls on all fours. He fetches when Bryce tosses a thin, cylindrical package across their dorm room, and he lets Bryce pet and praise him after Bryce takes the package out of his mouth.

"Good boy," Bryce says, going so far as to scratch behind Chuck's right ear. "Who's a good boy? Are you ready to learn a new trick, Chuck?"

Chuck's face burns. To be honest, this whole 'good puppy' routine feels more silly than sexy to him... But then Bryce unwraps his package, eyes gleaming in a way that makes Chuck's heart pound next to the mischievous curl of Bryce's lips. And Chuck sees that whatever Bryce has unwrapped is made of soft-looking black leather... and buckles.

"You know what Master bought you?" Bryce asks, stepping back and showing Chuck the thick collar and short leash in his hands. The cheery, almost sing-song tone of his voice - like he would use if Chuck really was a dog and he was Chuck's owner - makes the sudden heat that flares in Chuck's groin seem all the more filthy and inappropriate.

Which is certainly the point.

"Come here and let Master put it on you," Bryce gently commands. But Chuck doesn't immediately comply. He breathes and considers, wishing he could cover himself. Bryce isn't obviously looking at his crotch, but he has to have noticed that Chuck's dick is beginning to stir. Bryce told Chuck that this could be hot... But Chuck is still surprised - a little amazed, actually - to find that Bryce was so right.

Bryce frowns and Chuck's afraid that Bryce is pissed at him for breaking them out of character. He almost lets loose a string of apologies, but then realizes that Bryce hasn't broken out of character at all. Bryce says, in a smooth but less cheerful voice, "Chuck. I said, come here and let me collar you."

Chuck doesn't move. Whether it's because he's still not sure how to play this through... or because he wants to know what will happen if he 'disobeys' his 'Master', even Chuck can't say.

He just knows that, when Bryce's expression becomes even harsher... when he looks at Chuck like he's never looked at Chuck before, like Chuck's disappointed him, angered him, just by hesitating to let Bryce put a leash around his neck...

When Bryce looks at Chuck like he's been bad, Chuck feels it all the way up his spine.

"Chuck," Bryce says, voice as patronizing as before - but with a rough edge that betrays his own arousal, "You don't want Master to punish you, do you?" Chuck honest-to-god shivers. "Come. Here. Now."

Chuck crawls closer, unable to resist, wondering how he went so quickly from feeling really stupid... to hardening rapidly. "Bryce- oh."

Bryce leans over and grabs Chuck by the ears, like an actual puppy in need of discipline, and holds his face steady. He looks Chuck in the eyes with pupils widened by desire and says, "No. No, Chuck. Master didn't say to speak, did he? Now I am going to have to punish you. Is that what you need, boy? To be shown what bad dogs get when they misbehave?"

Chuck is speechless. A part of him is thinking, 'This can't possibly be sexy...' while another - the one in apparent agreement with his dick - can only anticipate what is going to happen next. Like Chuck's mind isn't practically leaking out his ears, Bryce goes about fixing the black leather collar around Chuck's neck, not tight enough to choke him but certainly tight enough that Chuck can feel it with every swallow.

'Oh god.' Chuck forces himself to bite back the words.

"That's right," Bryce praises him, attaching the leash to the collar. "Be a good boy now and this time I'll make your punishment nice and fast."

Bryce stands and... Chuck blinks, this is so surreal. Bryce stands and makes a noise... A loud, smooching noise like Chuck's heard dog owners use to call their pets to them before. Then he tugs on the leash.

Chuck is harder than he's ever been.

Bryce walks him around the room a couple of times before stopping in front of the cabinet where Bryce keeps all of his toiletries.

"Sit, Chuck," Bryce commands and reaches into the cabinet to pull out a bottle of lube.

When Bryce first suggested this "game", he told Chuck, 'Trust me... Once you get caught up in it, you'll be too turned on to feel embarrassed' and that is definitely Chuck's experience as he watches Bryce collect first the lube and then one of their toys before closing his cabinet. Forbidden to talk, Chuck can't help communicating his excitement in some other way. He whimpers. Tentatively. But Bryce grins so wide, with so much fire in his eyes, in response, that Chuck couldn't have felt ashamed if he hadn't been too hard and leaking to try.

"Oh. So the puppy wants his punishment, huh? You want this, Chuck?" Bryce tugs on the leash until Chuck rises off of his haunches and onto his knees. "Do you?" He holds the lube and the toy above Chuck like he's taunting a dog with a bone, at once absurd and absurdly sexy. Chuck pants lightly, feeling as though his collar's tightened with the heavy breathing and panting a little harder as a result.

Bryce crouches down and leans into him. "I said, do you want it, Chuck?" Chuck has to bite his lip not to just say, 'Yes!' He isn't sure that Bryce's command counts as permission to speak, and he's glad that he assumed it wasn't when Bryce rewards him with a pat. Not on the head this time - on Chuck's balls. Chuck moans. Bryce rolls Chuck's balls in his hands, softly kneading them as he says, "Beg, Chuck. Beg for it, boy."

Chuck wants to. So, so much... But he doesn't know how. He guesses that Bryce still doesn't want him to talk and he's never barked for sex before. Bryce has the leash wrapped around his knuckles and he keeps rubbing it against Chuck's skin. Over his chest, his nipples... Beneath his chin. Chuck moans again and Bryce either decides to take pity on him or simply grows impatient.

"Oh, I'm going to teach you to beg one day, Chuck. You do want that, right?" Bryce says, sounding breathless. He kisses at nips at Chuck's jawline, the line of Chuck's throat, no longer touching Chuck anywhere else and humming in pleasure when Chuck whimpers at the loss of contact. "We'll see. Come on, boy. Up on the bed."

Bryce rises and tugs on the leash, directing Chuck back on all fours before leading him to Bryce's bed. He snaps his fingers over the top as if Chuck needs the cue and Chuck makes sure to climb up onto the furniture like a dog would instead of standing and crawling across it like a person.

Bryce apparently appreciates these little extras. That or he's really been restraining himself thus far and he's just about reached his limit. As soon as Chuck is kneeling in the center of his mattress, he slips the loop at his end of Chuck's leash over one bedpost and orders Chuck roughly to "roll over", hands shaking as he strokes Chuck's back and thighs.

Chuck does, carefully, relaxing when he realizes that the leash is just the perfect length for him to do so without choking himself.

Bryce arranges Chuck's legs so that they're spread wide and bent at the knees and Chuck just lies back and lets him, whimpering and moaning by turns as Bryce squeezes a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and begins prepping Chuck, panting throughout.

"Okay, back on your knees," Bryce says when Chuck is loose enough. His voice is strained, Chuck is happy to notice. Bryce strips out of his shirt, his shoes and his socks, and Chuck can see that the muscles in his jaw and his shoulders are pulled taught.

What he doesn't see is why Bryce is asking him to flip back over again.

Bryce catches his eye and takes obvious pleasure in saying, "What are you waiting for, boy? This?" He holds up the toy. "Oh, this isn't for fucking you, Chuck. I know how you love to be fucked. That wouldn't be much of a punishment, now would it?" Chuck's dick, which had flagged just a little while Bryce slowly opened him up, regains such quick interest that Chuck nearly sobs. "On your knees, Chuck. I didn't forget that you've been bad. It's time Master gives his puppy what it's got coming to it."

Chuck moves back onto his hands and knees, groaning as Bryce slides a hand between his shoulder blades and presses down until Chuck lowers his chest flush with the mattress, his cheek lying on top of his folded arms.

"The next time I take out your collar, Chuck," Bryce says... and through the corner of his eye Chuck can see Bryce's arm moving. Still, he cries out with as much shock as discomfort when something slender but hard twacks smartly against his ass. "I expect you to come when I call. Immediately."

Bryce is spanking Chuck with the thick, silicone dildo he brought into bed with them.

Once again, a part of Chuck's mind boggles that something so strange (in Chuck's eyes, anyways) can be such a turn on. That part is smaller now, though, and only briefly heard. Chuck is too far gone to care even a little what Bryce does to him at this point, or why. He's put himself completely under Bryce's control, Chuck realizes as Bryce spanks him several more times with the toy, hard enough to surely turn Chuck's ass a bright red. Each blow begins to hurt, and eventually tears spring to the corners of Chuck's eyes, but he's stopped flinching away from the abuse. He's stared leaning back into it. Bryce is breathing so heavily that Chuck can hear him, and not from the exertion he's put into Chuck's spanking.

When Bryce tosses the dildo down on the bed and Chuck hears the rasp of Bryce's zipper, the sound of a condom packet tearing, he's so mindlessly ready he probably would bark if Bryce asked him to. But Bryce just pushes his jeans and boxers hastily off of his hips, saying, unsteadily, "I think that's enough. Ready for that new trick I told you about, Chuck?" Bryce lines up the head of his dick with the entrance to Chuck's body.

Chuck moans, pulling his arms out from under himself to fist his hands in Bryce's covers.

"The trick is... don't come."

Bryce begins pushing himself in.

It's an amazing experience. Bryce is so turned on, Chuck isn't sure he's ever seen him as out of control while simultaneously so acutely aware of Chuck and his needs. Bryce tugs on Chuck's leash, his collar, from time to time, but never enough to cut off Chuck's breathing. Bryce's eager, forceful thrusts cause a slow burn that softens Chuck's weeping erection initially, but the wild, desperate sounds coming out of Bryce's lips harden it right back up.

Throughout all of it, Bryce is always careful to stop just before hitting that one spot inside of Chuck that would force him to disobey Bryce's order. He brushes by it once or twice, slowing his thrusts and pressing in more shallowly each time, as if to compensate, and Chuck goes crazy trying to find some relief.

When Chuck tries lowering himself to the bed, Bryce grabs him by the hips and pulls him back up. "Steady, Chuck. J- just a little longer..."

When Chuck, in desperation, moves as if to reach down and touch himself (Bryce hasn't touched his dick or his balls once since moving them to the bed.) Bryce pulls the loop off the leash off the bedpost and uses it to swat Chuck's still reddened ass. "Down, Chuck. You don't get to come yet. I mean it!"

Chuck frankly can't take anymore after that. He sobs and it's a greater relief than he could ever have imagined when Bryce pets his hair and says, "It's alright, Chuck. It's al-
alright... Speak. Speak, Chuck, it's al-"

"Bryce! Bryce, please... Please!" Chuck babbles uncontrollably, like a damn's just burst, once Bryce's given him permission. "Please, M-"

Chuck doesn't know where it comes from, stops himself from saying it. But then Bryce jerks inside of him. Breathes as if almost broken. "Yes," he moans against Chuck's sweaty shoulder. "Yes, Chuck, say it... Say it!"

"Please, Mast-"

Bryce doesn't last through the word. He cries out and comes.

When Bryce stops shaking and thrusting softly - starts breathing more like himself and less like a freight train - Chuck thinks they're done. Game over.

He reaches down, but Bryce grabs his wrist. He presses back, into Bryce, but Bryce moves too, giving him nothing.

Chuck is so close he's almost in pain. "Bry-"

"Get off the bed," Bryce says, to Chuck's shock and horror.

"Wha-"

"You heard me, boy." And Bryce actually slaps Chuck's ass. "Off the bed. Be good."

Chuck wants to sob again, but he's too close for an argument. After Bryce has eased himself out of Chuck, and discarded his condom, Chuck crawls off the bed and kneels at the bedside, trusting Bryce to do something to ease his discomfort.

Bryce calmly sits on the edge of the bed, close enough to touch Chuck but not touching him. He looks Chuck in the eye, mischief and still plenty of heat in his gaze.

Chuck has no idea what he's waiting for. He's ready to scream, to bargain for relief... anything just to come already!

Bryce scoots closer. He positions one leg between both of Chuck's.

He couldn't possibly mean...

There's more than just mischief and heat in Bryce's gaze now. There's a dare, too. And something else too - the same hunger Chuck's seen every time Bryce has talked about them doing this.

Chuck gives in. He grabs Bryce and begins kissing him, moaning deep in his throat when Bryce allows it, thrusting against Bryce's leg forsakenly, pleading for the friction with ever shuddering breath into Bryce's open mouth. When Chuck's whimpers begin to overpower his moans, Bryce shows him mercy and reaches down between them, wrapping his fingers around Chuck's dick.

Never has being jerked off felt more satisfying.

"Oh, Bryce! Oh god..." Chuck cries out, Bryce stroking his collar, muttering, "Good boy, Chuck... Good boy..." all the while.

Chuck comes until his entire body feels weak.

It's one of the most intense sexual experiences of Chuck's life. He and Bryce won't need the collar and leash the next time they have amazing sex... But Chuck will be much more eager to play along the next time Bryce does bring the black leather out. And Chuck will agree when Bryce says that there's nothing kinkier or more satisfying than collaring Chuck and leashing him to Bryce's headboard...

At least. Until he realizes how much Bryce enjoys being bound and spanked himself.

[end.]