Neither was I.
16
Griffin
I stroked his hair while he struggled with the water, and I remembered the other treat I’d gotten him. It didn’t seem so much a treat anymore as much as it was a necessity — which meant holding it hostage was a larger punishment than things like toys and even strolls around the basement.
He didn’t pull away from me. It seemed like the fight had vanished, but I knew it would be back. It was only a matter of when. But that was fine with me. I wanted to see this back-and-forth, because otherwise… I’d have to doubt my progress. There was no way this could be flawless.
“I have something else for you,” I said, my hand sliding down the harness, along his back. I briefly tightened my grasp on the handhold there, which pulled beneath his arms and legs in what had to be an uncomfortable move. I didn’t know why I felt the need to hurt him when he was behaving, but I did. I wanted to see how he’d react, and right now, he just took it — docile and willing to be touched.
I considered whether I wanted to demand somethingelse in turn for the newest addition to his kennel or not, but he’d been tolerating my touches. He’d even started to get hard when I’d touched his cock in the bath, which had been a pleasant surprise.
That was it, then.
“You really made me happy in the bathtub,” I continued.
He went still.
“You let me touch and wash you, and your cock responded to me.”
He let out a choked sound, something I couldn’t really read — though I could make a few guesses at what it meant.
“Shh, shh,” I said, petting his hair again. “It’s good. You’re such a good boy for me.”
“No,” he said, just as he’d said before.
“Yes,” I insisted. I didn’t reach down to touch him again, even though I wanted to weigh his cock and balls in my hand. “So you get another treat. Okay? Because you’re such a good boy.”
He whimpered, but he didn’t move away.
“Now I want you to stay there,” I said.
I strode out of the cell, curious to see if he’d get up and make another futile run for it, if he’d stay where he was, or if he’d move just to be contrary. I kept tabs on him out of the corner of my eye as I went through the boxes again, glad I’d organized them well. I found the stand for his food and water bowls and nodded, bringing it out.
As it turned out, he hadn’t stayed put, but he hadn’t tried to make a break for it, either. He’d just gone back to his dog bed. I couldn’t blame him too much. The concrete floor had to be chilly beneath his body despite the warmth of the basement.
I sighed, though, shaking my head. “No. Your mastertold you to stay,” I told him sternly. “Good dogs stay when they’re told to.”
He gave me one of those venomous looks, but it lacked the heat it once would’ve shown.
“Come,” I told him, pointing back to the floor in front of the water bowl.
Our eyes met, and I could see the defiance in his eyes hold for a moment, then falter… then he ducked his head and returned, every motion deliberately slow. That was fine with me. As long as he moved, that was all I needed from him. Alacrity could come later.
So could respect, and loyalty…
I gave a slight shake of my head, and while he returned, I put the stand up. It had two holes, one for the food bowl and one for the water bowl. It would let him eat and drink at a more natural angle
He faltered as he saw it, but he ducked his head and tried the water.
I’d guessed the height correctly, and I was pleased to see that it looked much easier than leaning down into the bowls.
“Good boy,” I told him.
He didn’t give me a look. He didn’t do anything except get little mouthfuls of water and swallow them, pretending I wasn’t there.
I touched his hair again, then his back, and he let me. The fact that he wasn’t flinching away told me volumes, and even his brief act of defiance hadn’t lasted long.
