Pup (Bratt)

Chapter Five: Shopping Spree

The next morning, Matt awoke in the bedroom Brian had provided for him, frowning up at the ceiling for a while before he realized where he was. He yawned and stretched, sitting up. What time was it? He needed to get up and tend to Brian, see if there was anything Matt could do for him.

He slept remarkably well last night. He didn't know if he was sated and happy from Brian's little display or if the bed had just been comfortable, but he wasn't complaining. He went to the door, poking his head out in the hallway. Was he supposed to wait in here or could he go look for Brian? Matt guessed the latter, slipping out into the hall.

How the fuck was he supposed to find Brian? He hardly remembered any of the tour he got yesterday. When he began to think of the previous day's events, the kiss with Brian and the hand down his pants flooded his mind, and he had to push them to the side.

Matt passed the playroom doors, and he paused. He knew Brian probably wasn't in there, but he was curious to see what it looked like inside.

He decided against it. He didn't want to get in trouble this early into their agreement.

He still wasn't wearing any clothes and he hoped desperately that there weren't any staff at Brian's house. He didn't exactly want to be gawked at by people who weren't his master.

Matt eventually stumbled across Brian, who was in the kitchen, pouring himself a bowl of cereal. He looked fucking adorable, hair crazy and not styled yet, shirtless in a pair of striped pajama pants. He yawned, glancing up and starting when he saw Matt. "Jesus, Matt, you scared me. You came in here like a shadow."

"I'm sorry, Master." Matt replied and Brian waved his hand.

"You're fine. Come sit with me, have some Coco Puffs."

Matt couldn't help but smirk a little. Coco Puffs? His Dominant, fancy and proper master was eating Coco Puffs for breakfast?

"When you are in headspace I will feed you on the floor. Also, keep in mind that sitting at my feet is a good way to get on my good side. But for now, I have no problem with you sitting with me. You can be at my level when we eat." Brian sat at the kitchen table and Matt sat in the seat across from him. "Did you sleep well?"

Matt nodded, watching Brian pour his cereal and add milk. "Exceptionally so, sir."

"Good, that's good to hear." Brian handed Matt his bowl. "I think we'll go shopping today after you get ready. And we might want to stop by your apartment. There are things you will probably want from there. I assume you'll be wanting to go into work tomorrow, and I wanted to ask you if you would mind quitting your job."

Matt frowned. "I-I'd rather not, sir. I mean, it's not that I love it or anything, it's just that, if this doesn't last... I'll have no job to go back to."

"Oh, all that can be arranged." Brian replied, "We can add something into the contract. I will support you so long as you're with me, and if we part ways, I will get you a job back with Salinger, a desk job in the corporate offices so you don't have to spend so much time slaving in the heat. Even if we end up hating each other. Does that sound alright?"

Matt poked his spoon in his cereal. "I'll have to think about it."

"Certainly. Take all the time you need. Now, I'll go get your clothes from yesterday and we can head out."

~*~

"What do you think, Matt? Pick whichever one you like."

Matt was supposed to be Brian's submissive. He was supposed to do whatever he could to keep his master happy, sexually, emotionally, whatever. And here he was staring at rows and rows of bowties. This was Zacky's gig, not his.

But if this was what made his master happy...

Matt reached out, choosing a red one, and the vendor smiled, taking it off the rack and bagging it up.

"Why bowties, sir?" he asked, and Brian smiled.

"Haven't you seen a puppy in one? They're absolutely adorable, that's why."

Matt's duties did start to kick in as he was asked to carry all of Brian's purchases. Matt didn't mind. They were mostly items for him anyways, two very innocent looking dog bowls, although they were wider and shallower than normal so Matt could get his face in them to eat, along with a few leashes (the thought of walks made Matt want to jump for joy), some bondage items, a pair of kneepads and puppy mitts (to protect his knees and palms during headspace), a couple new sets of ears and tails (all far more realistic and easier to use than the set Matt had at his apartment) along with a few suits. Matt asked if he would be wearing those whenever they left the house, and Brian shook his head.

"We'll stop and get your clothes from your apartment and you can wear those. The suits are for formal outings."

They passed by a store that sold collars, and Matt slowed, peering inside longingly.

"You belong to me, Matt." Brian's voice was firm. "You are mine and mine alone. Let that be enough for you, now."

Matt sighed, and they went into a store for babies. Matt wondered what the hell they were doing here. Brian turned to look at Matt, then laughed, "We're here for toys for my new puppy. I don't want to give you dog toys because your teeth are not the same as a real pup's, and I don't want to cause damage. Teething toys for babies, as well as some stuffed animals that you can tear up. We might even find something that will work for tug of war, and a ball for fetch."

Matt nodded eagerly. Fucking shit, this was so much different than how Sterling had treated him. The only toys he was allowed to use, in or out of his headspace, were sex toys, and Sterling absolutely hated when Matt tried to play with them for reasons other than their intended use. Once he carried a pair of handcuffs in his mouth, and tried to get Sterling to play keep away with him, yipping and pawing at him.

That went over with a cracked rib.

Their last stop was to get a crate that would suit Matt. Brian had Matt sit on the ground with his legs spread straight in front of him, and his arms extended out to his elbows for measurements. "While this will be for punishment only, I don't want to cause any long term physical or psychological harm."

Then, they went out to the car and packed everything up. Matt spoke up, "Thank you for all of this, sir."

Brian's smile was wide as he turned towards his puppy. He pressed a kiss to Matt's cheek, then to his lips. "Only the best for my pup."

After they went to Matt's apartment and got back home, Matt unloaded all of their things, and followed Brian inside.

"What kind of punishments did you receive in headspace?" Brian asked, "Only shock administration? And how severe were they? Although you might be comfortable with other forms of punishment, once you get into your headspace you'll probably be reminded of your previous master for the first few times. And I want to avoid that. I don't want you getting panicked or frightened."

"I got pretty much every punishment there is to give." Matt replied, "I've been whipped in my headspace, caned, beaten, flogged, belittled, you name it. And I suppose most of it was severe, my old master had a harsh temper. Once he got started, he didn't like to stop."

Brian frowned. He said, "Well, once we begin training we'll see what the best punishment will be to use. I want you to trust me, Matt, and I know that will be difficult for you to grasp when you are in your headspace."

"Master?" Matt asked, "When will I be able to get into my headspace?"

"Tonight." Brian replied, "I'm looking forward to seeing your behavior as a pup."