Page 103 of Tell No One
Lincoln stared at him.
“I’ll have an anxiety attack if you cover my face.”
Tag had decided that there was no point just refusing because this was going to happen anyway, but maybe Lincoln would give him the chance to get used to it.
“We’ll start without the mouth covering, but misbehave now and you’ll be wearing the full thing immediately.”
Tag clenched his teeth into his cheeks to try and stop himself crying.
Lincoln handed him the headgear. “Look at it, handle it. It’s made of neoprene. It doesn’t smell bad. You can see the airholes at the side of the muzzle. Sonny can breathe with no problem.”
Tag knew Lincoln would be able to see his hands shaking. At least he wasn’t telling Tag that this was what Tag wanted. Pony play hadn’t been either but it had made no difference. This was abuse, but there was nothing he could do. The more he cooperated, the better he’d be treated. And considering the end game, what did this matter?
Protective pads were strapped to his knees, soft slippers that looked like paws put on his feet, with something similar fastened to his hands. When Tag turned his hand over, there were pads like a real paw, but Tag wasn’t going to be able to get the hand coverings off on his own. By the time Lincoln had attached the collar, then the chest harness, the guy had a distinct bulge at the front of his trousers.
“On your knees, cutie,” Lincoln ordered. “I’m going to give you your tail.”
Tag did as he was told. Ahsan put his paw on top of Tag’s and petted him.
“Good boy, Sonny. Let me get Tag sorted, then you two can play with the ball.”
When Lincoln put his hand on Tag’s lower back, he tensed.
“Relax.”
Sonny stared into his eyes and blinked twice. Somehow Tag thought he was being sent a message and he blinked back. Sonny put his neoprene-covered face next to Tag’s and rubbed up against him.
“It’s okay,” he whispered.
Tag sucked in a breath as the lube-covered butt plug was eased into his backside. He could hear Lincoln breathing heavily as he moved it back and forth, then Tag began to breathe heavily too because the plug was stroking his prostate with every pass. His cock hardened and precome gathered at his tip.I don’t want you to make me come!
“Look at that, Sonny. He’s a randy little puppy just like you.”
Lincoln pushed the plug all the way in, jolting Tag forward. Tag could feel the wider base wedged against his arse, stopping it from going further, then he realised the tail was at the end anyway. The weight of it made Tag want to sit down and yet not want to sit at the same time.
“Now the hood,” Lincoln said.
Oh God!Tag’s heart rate shot up and it was already high. His throat went tight and he started to shake. His cock deflated.
“Take some deep breaths,” Lincoln said. “I’m not going to cover your mouth straightaway.” He unfastened a couple of press studs and pulled the hood over Tag’s head.
Tag wished he wasn’t crying, but he was. Lincoln ran his finger over Tag’s cheek and licked it.
“Sweet puppy. Be brave.”
The hood was fastened in place, but the mouthpiece hung loose. Lincoln sat on the floor next to him. Sonny was still nuzzling up against Tag looking as though he was trying to reassure him.
Tag concentrated on breathing slowly, counting to five but he could feel panic building inside him.
“No talking while the hood is on. You can bark and snuffle.”
“What about a safe word?” Tag blurted. “A safe sign?”
“Show him, Sonny.”
Ahsan put his front paws together.
“That means time out,” Lincoln said. “Let’s try the muzzle.”
