NSFW DJCom Fics

Collared

WARNING FOR PET PLAY!!!!
This was written for a friend. Don't complain in the comments, I will not give a shit.

The click of the collar around Commander's neck made him go red. Despite being such a small, nearly inaudible sound, the context of it was incredibly lewd. The reason why Commander was currently being…well…collared was because he and DJ made a drunken deal. They were both a couple drinks in before Commander offhandedly mentioned his slight interest in collars. Of course, because DJ had a habit of it, DJ focused on that idea and only that idea.

"You wanna try it out?" DJ slurred. "Just for tonight, I mean." He glanced up from his glass to stare at Commander's drunk, flushed face. Commander stopped sipping from his wine in confusion.

"What? You mean the… uh… collar thing?" DJ nodded. Commander sputtered in embarrassment, he hadn't realized DJ heard what he said.

"Can't hurt to try new things, Comm." DJ shrugged. He was significantly less flustered over it all, knowing Commander was eventually going to give in. "Your choice." Commander swallowed his drink, thumbing the base of the glass nervously. He didn't speak for a second, thinking over every consequence possible.

"Sure," Commander mumbled. His face was warm, too warm. The embarrassment was starting to ebb at DJ's willingness but it wasn't enough. He still hesitated as DJ grabbed his hand. "Where are we going?" He asked. DJ was practically dragging him through the dorm hallway.

"Your room, obviously."

"O-Oh. Right." Commander heard DJ chuckle. Commander wanted to pinch himself for asking a stupid question but his thought was interrupted with DJ nudging Commander's door open with a foot (even though he had one completely free hand. Commander didn't mention it). DJ flicked on the lamp next to his bed, making a warm, soft orange light to fill the room. He brought Commander to his bed and sat him down there, moving away to get something.

He pulled out a leash. Then, the object of Commander's curiosity, a navy blue collar.

Commander had no idea where the leash or the collar came from, nor was he going to ask. But he jumped in shock, eyes widening and face going bright red. DJ laid Commander down on his back so he could see Commander's face. The blue collar was already connected to a sleek, leather leash. Said leash was held in DJ's white-knuckled grip. DJ was visibly excited at everything, arguably more excited than Commander was.

And that was how Commander found himself getting put into a collar.

It was embarrassing how hard he was.  The look on DJ's face was nearly unreadable. His face was red and his lips were curled into a smug, slightly giddy smile. "Take off your pants," DJ gently commanded. "I want to see you." Commander swallowed. His hands drifted to his waistband, hooking his fingers into the belt loops, and pulled down. Even by being in his boxers he felt utterly exposed. A small wet spot of pre-cum was forming at the crotch of his gray boxers which meant it was very visible, even in the dim lighting of the room. "C'mon, everything. Off." He felt his cock throb. Warmth coiled in his gut as Commander bit his lip, glancing down at his boxers.

He pulled off his underwear slowly, eyes fluttering shut once they were completely off. His aroused cock was vulnerable and right in view for DJ to see. His legs then tucked under him in a kneeling position, practically shaking with anticipation. The head of his dick was already red and slick. DJ cooed, "Aww look at you. You're already shivering." That was when Commander noticed DJ's cock straining against his jeans. If it was possible, Commander would've been redder than before.

Commander looked everywhere but at DJ. He couldn't bring it in himself to stare at the larger man, especially in this position. A tug on his collar made him shudder. DJ pulled the leash where he could meet Commander's wide, dilated eyes. DJ leaned forward and bumped him with his shoulder. The nudge made him realize DJ wanted him on his back. And so he fell back onto the bedsheets with a thump. His legs automatically spread open, exposing his pink hole to the other. DJ's grip on the leash tightened at the sight. Maybe it was the fading alcohol, but Commander felt fuzzy with lust, the situation finally setting in. He hooked his hands under each crook of his legs and pulled up, further showing his pucker.