collar - why don't we

collar, 004

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"WHAT ARE YOU

doing?" Corbyn questioned softly when Daniel put the soft cushion on his dresser, hands on Corbyn's waist. "You're chained to the bed, pup, you can't go to the bathroom that way." He announced softly, now laying Corbyn down as the younger's eyes widened. "I don't need that, you're not even going to be gone for an hour. I don't feel comfortable with it, Dani." Daniel ignored his words, taking the diaper out of the full package while the younger's face flushed.

"I'm not giving you a choice, pup. I can be gone for longer, i just gave you a guessed estimate of time. I don't want you to have an accident." He lifted Corbyn's butt as he pulled down the lace material, the shorter's arms immediately covering his face in humiliation, but he had to obey, Corbyn didn't want any trouble. The soft material was in no time covering him, the last strap being stuck down. "Just like an untrained little pup." He whispered in his ear, pads of his fingers gently drumming down on the younger's belly.

Daniel kissed Corbyn's cheek lightly, the warm skin making him smile. "Come on, it's time for me to leave." The brunet was lifted once a new pair of sweatpants were pulled up his legs, his captor carrying him to the bed. "Get comfy, pup." Corbyn was lowered down gently, the larger hands immediately grabbing the covers to tuck him in. "I'll be back soon, okay?" The thick chain, which he had pulled from the ceiling, was now attached to his collar with a lightweight lock, the key ending up in Daniel's jacket pocket.

"Yeah, don't leave me for long, please. I don't like to be alone." The older looked down to see a pout, smiling gently. "I won't be long, pup. You're okay, no one can enter once i lock the door." He pecked the pout away gently, fingers running through the brunet hair, careful of the healing wound.

"I'll turn the TV on for you, how about that? It shouldn't be so silent in here." The button was already pressed, before Corbyn could answer, a news story coming into view.

'Have you seen this boy?' It read, both pairs of blue eyes focused on the screen.

"Corbyn Besson, seventeen years old, was last seen at two in the morning on the twenty-seventh of November by his friend and hasn't been seen since. He's a caucasian male, brunet with blue-gray eyes, five foot six inches tall. Last time he was seen he wore a long sleeved maroon shirt and black jeans." There was a small pause before the presenter continued, Daniel's ears intriguingly following her words. "His phone was found with a cracked screen on sixth Avenue, a day later. His family, along with police, have frantically been searching in hopes of finding the teenager alive. If you have any information on where this boy could be please reach out to-" The channel was switched before Corbyn could hear further, tears already cascading a path down his cheeks.

"You shouldn't cry, pup. You're safe here, you know that. Don't you dare be upset." Corbyn wiped his tears quickly, sniffling lightly before looking up at him. "I'm not. You should go, you'll be late." He faked the smile, but Daniel hadn't noticed. "Good boy." He mumbled lightly, before handing the remote to the younger with a kiss and leaving him behind.