Like A Dream

Chapter 6

"Remember, you have to be sensitive," Zayn said as he dressed himself. "I ... it's not really going to be what you expected."  

"Um, okay," Harry said, now a bit nervous. He was supposed to go to Zayn's workplace today. He was just as excited as he had been the other days; he was just more nervous this time because Zayn kept warning him to be respectful and polite. "Is it, uh, dangerous?"

"No, no," Zayn said, amusement flashing in his eyes as he fixed his clothing. "It's sweet, actually. I'm not really sure if it's your type of thing, but I guess we'll find out today." He turned to Harry and smiled. "Ready?"

Harry gave a silent nod and reached out for his Dom's hand to hold onto as they went downstairs. Louis popped his head out from the kitchen and said, "Have fun!" with a wink before disappearing again. The blue-eyed man was free today; he had no scheduled appointments at the moment. Of course, if there was an emergency, he would race to the hospital immediately, but Harry was glad Louis got to get some rest.

As they got into the car and began driving, Zayn kept his eyes fixed on the road and said, "They'll be jumping all over you once we enter because they're excited; they're still in training. If we go to the more experienced, trained guys, then it'll probably be easier to handle."

"They?" Harry repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"You'll see," the dark-haired Dom hummed. "Turn up the volume for the radio, yeah?"

Harry hesitated before raising the volume to what seemed like a reasonable amount of loudness. After about ten more minutes of Zayn humming along to the songs and Harry trying to figure out the Dom's job, Zayn parked his car and announced, "We're here. We were lucky this time; there wasn't much traffic compared to the other days."

"Oh," was all Harry said, unable to think of any other comment that seemed right. As they neared the giant, cozy looking building, he squinted and tried to read the sign. "Puppy Centre?" he said with a confused frown, then broke into a smile. "You work with puppies? I love dogs; I like kittens better though. More cute, in my opinion."

Zayn smiled, or was it a grimace? He said, "Um, well. I suppose you could say I work with ... puppies. Not the kind you're really imagining though."

Harry frowned, confused once more. When they reached the entrance of the building, Zayn stopped him with a hand on his shoulder and said, "Like I said before, the pups will jump all over you because they get excited to get visitors. I'll show you around properly once they're calm. For now, just stick behind me and make sure you don't let them escape."

Without waiting for a reply, the Dom opened the door. As if on cue, Harry was bombarded by tons of people who were on their hands and knees scrambling around, nudging his legs with their noses. The innocent boy guessed they were subs, because they all had collars tightly secured around their throats, but their attire, or lack thereof, confused him.

The subs were naked save for their collars, and they each wore soft, clip-on ears atop their heads. In addition to the ears, what looked like a special kind of protective mittens were fastened around their wrists, and their feet were bare.

One of the subs turned around, seemingly sick of fighting with the others to reach their guest. When Harry got a good look at his backside, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. The boy was wearing what Harry thought was a butt plug, but this one was a different kind — there was a small, thin tail on the other end, making the wearer look like a dog.

The sub looked to Zayn with wide, puzzled eyes, causing the Dom to chuckle. "All right, pups, off!" he scolded the subs. Nearly all the 'pups,' as Zayn had called them, scrammed, but one stayed behind, still nosing at Harry's leg, sniffing him. Zayn sighed. "Shoo!" he called out, grabbing the sub's collar and dragging him away from Harry. The puppy ran off, not wanting another scolding.