What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 5: Restraint- Jorbyn

Summary: Bad dogs get tied up

Jonah's POV
He sat with a whimper, forcing the plug deeper. He almost purred as soft, faux-fur pressed to his exposed ass cheeks. Leaning into Corbyn's touch.

" You've been such a bad puppy, haven't you?" He whined around his gag, nuzzling into his palm. Big, blue eyes wet.

" Don't look at me like that," Corbyn played with his fake ears, fingers trailing down to his leather collar. Tracing the cold, metal chain attaching him to the wall.

" Why should I forgive you?" Jonah moaned, grinding back as Corbyn increased the vibration. His head fell, drool spilling from his mouth.

" Look at you. You're too easy," the helpless boy tugged against his leash as his master moved away.

" Doof go." He begged, pulling harder as he got on all fours." Massa, ease." He whimpered, words distorted. His tail hung limp behind him, only his pulsing walls holding the toy in place.

Corbyn chuckled, holding down the button. Watching with a smirk as Jonah's elbows buckled, his front half falling to the ground.

He groaned out, gripping the plush sheets beneath him. Pleasure flowed through his shaking body, back arching hard with another dry orgasm.

He met the predatory gaze looking down on him. His steel orbs pleading, tears threatening to spill over his lids.

He hid his glazed pools, water drops rolling down his cheeks. The force pulling him back disappeared and he opened his eyes to see Corbyn holding his chain.

He pulled him close, Jonah's lips close to his clothed erection. The metal whining as he gripped it.

" Disobey me again. I fucking dare you." He snarled, eyes dark. Jonah shook his head with a whine.

His jaw slammed shut, teeth aching gently. Corbyn tossed his gag back onto the blanket. Droplets of spit flying from it.

" We aren't finished yet. We're done when I say and no sooner. Do you understand me?"

Jonah bit his lip, lowering his head slightly. His voice shook as he spoke.

" Y-yes, Master."

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