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Jayce goes everywhere with Viktor.
Partners. They’re partners, and partners stick together. That’s what Jayce says.
Eager to please, to service, to be close to his lover, Jayce follows Viktor along on mundane trips, happy to come with when Viktor needs to pick up a prescription or see the dentist, or whatever it may be. He’s there to get the door for Viktor or carry bags of groceries, and guide him up flights of stairs even though he insists it’s safe to do so by himself.
A service dog, Viktor called him. Providing, protecting- loving.
Today, however, was an exception. See, Viktor had started something of a routine for Jayce. His partner was often too stubborn to see when he was pushing himself too far, when he needed a break, when he needed to destress.
Viktor had suggested a cage. It was something that Jayce was, when level-headed, apprehensive about at first. When he’s in subspace? Different story. But decisions like this are not to be made when one’s mind is foggy with sex and obedience.
It took some convincing. Jayce, truthfully, did not fall easily to subspace. His “puppy” persona wasn’t something that he had ever been given the chance to discover until he met Viktor, and still he carried the apprehensiveness of partaking in more… “unusual” forms of stress relief. It had taken about a month of talking and gentle encouragement before Jayce finally let himself slip away into that foggy, mindless state for the first time, one that was now so calming to him.
And the cage was no different, though it took much less talking to convince him to finally try it this time. Him and Viktor had gone out and bought the biggest dog cage they could find (which was thankfully more than enough room for Jayce to curl up in comfortably) and set it up in the corner of the bedroom. It was Viktor who suggested filling the cage with blankets and pillows and plushies, and Jayce faithfully went along with his idea. Once the cage was suitably decorated and padded, they just… waited.
Viktor reminded him of the cage often, offering it kindly when he knew Jayce needed time to let go.
“You seem stressed, Jayce,” he’d say. “Would you like to give the cage a try, this time?”
“How about you go try out your cage.”
“Do you think the cage would help you, Jayce?”
And finally, Jayce gave in. He’d crawled into the cage, guided gently by his partner, and curled up in the soft blankets and pillows. He felt stupid, at first, but not long after, that feeling just… went away. Something about the small space, the blanket covering the top and sides of the cage, the plushies and pillows there to cuddle just… soothed him.
Viktor was right! The cage really did help.
Since then, the cage was a staple in their shared life. It became a happy place, somewhere soft and small and familiar, shielding Jayce from the outside world and narrowing his focus down to just this one, tiny space that was all his.
Naturally, the cage was utilized for Jayce’s subspace, too, and not just as a place to calm down when work stress was getting to his head. After all, Jayce’s puppy-time was just as much an escape as it was a kink, and he instinctively craved the cage when he’d slipped into that fragile state. Jayce was eventually Pavlov-ed into being a puppy when he went in the cage, trained and conditioned by the association (though that was neither his nor Viktor’s original intent).
Today, Jayce was in the cage. He’d been stretched thin with responsibilities, taking on more projects than he could realistically handle. There were deadlines- so many deadlines- and people contacting him day by day demanding updates and meetings and changes-of-plans. The workload was entirely too much for one person. Even with Viktor’s help on specialized assignments, he was still left with what felt like an endless list of demands sent to him as such a high-ranking authority in Piltover.
After denying it for days in favor of using precious time to work, Jayce finally gave in when Viktor gently but firmly insisted that Jayce be caged.
It wasn’t until Jayce took the time to relax that he realized how badly he needed it. Tears budded in his eyes as he curled up, pressing his fingers over his forehead, his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose in an attempt to self-soothe.
About two hours after Jayce was caged, Viktor heard faint, soft whining from where he sat in the office. He decided his project could be put on hold for just a little while.
When he steps into the bedroom, Jayce is slouched on all fours with one hand gripping the bars of cage’s door. He had apparently taken his shirt off at one point, and his legs are spread, back arched and ass is up in a way that immediately reads to Viktor as a presenting position- though he’s nearly certain Jayce had just flopped into that position on accident in a pathetic, uncoordinated attempt at getting to someplace where he could open the cage door from the inside. It registers suddenly that Jayce has slipped, no longer fully cognizant.
Viktor bent at the hips to look down at Jayce, one hand in his cane and the other holding the top corner of the cage for support.
”Hello there, pretty puppy,” he said gently, slowly. “How are you doing in there? Are you feeling better, sweetheart?”
Jayce whines and rocks back and forth absentmindedly.
”Do you think you are ready to come out now?” He offers.
”Mm-hm…”
Viktor smiles. His puppy is so cute.
He guides himself to sit on the floor in front of the cage, lowering himself with the support of his cane, which now lies on the floor next to him. He undoes the clasps of the door and holds his hands out for Jayce to nuzzle into as he sluggishly crawls to his owner.
“Oh, my beautiful puppy, my lovely little angel…” he coos, petting Jayce’s hair comfortingly as he settles down on Viktor’s lap. Jayce lets out the most adorable little whine as he presses into the gentle weight of Viktor’s hand.
Jayce’s body engulfs Viktor’s legs, only his head and shoulders fitting on his partner’s lap. One hand rests on Viktor’s small thigh while the other is wrapped firmly around his midsection.
They sit like this for a long while, Jayce cuddling needily against Viktor while the other pets lovingly through his hair and down his body, whispering about what a perfect and pretty boy he is.
It’s a comfortable eternity until Viktor speaks up.
”Jayce, sweetheart?” He croons.
”Mh?”
”I have some errands to run, zlatíčko”
Jayce’s awareness is slowly slipping, words not coming easily.
”I don’t…” he starts, struggling. “I don’t want you to… to go…” He squeezes Viktor tighter.
”Oh, I know little one. I don’t want to leave you here all alone either, I’m sorry. But my monstera needs a new pot and I truly cannot put it off any longer- he is getting very big, puppy. Almost as strong as you!” He jokes fondly.
Jayce whimpers. “I can… I can come… with you, though… can’t I…?” He looks up at Viktor pleadingly.
Viktor sighs, thumbing at Jayce’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, my štěně. Puppies cannot go shopping with their owners.” He tries.
”But… but service dogs can… can’t they…?” He sounds so sad, so cute.
“I will be very quick, angel. I promise.” Viktor kisses the top of Jayce’s head. “How about this- we get you all dressed up, and you can take a nap on the bed while I am gone. When I come back, I will take care of you. Okay?”
Jayce is quiet for a few seconds.
”Ok…” he whispers.
”That’s a good boy…” Viktor murmured, hands trailing down to the waist of Jayce’s pants, gently undoing the button. “Lie down, sweetheart… there you go. Lift your hips for me…” Jayce obeyed. “Good puppy…”
Jayce was growing noticeably hard in his boxers, a dark patch bleeding through the fabric where his tip rested. Viktor carefully peeled back the fabric.
His pup’s pretty cock was still mostly soft, dribbling lightly. “Hm… we are going to have to cage this pretty thing, yes? Don’t want you making a mess all over the house while I am gone, do we?”
Viktor stood for a moment to sift through a drawer, returning with the pretty cage him and Jayce had made together. It was crafted to Jayce’s exact measurements, detailed to his preferences and comforts.
Jayce’s awareness was slipping. Viktor talked him through each step, unsure whether or not Jayce was understanding any of it, but knowing that his voice calmed his pup nonetheless.
”This is going to keep you nice and soft, okay angel? And it will catch your mess so that you do not dirty our sheets and the floor.”
Jayce’s legs squirmed as Viktor fitted the cage around his cock, trying desperately to be a good boy and stay still for his owner.
Gentle hands clipped the harness into place, followed by an equally gentle voice. “You may remove this whenever you need, puppy. This is not to punish you or make you feel trapped, do you understand?” He waited for Jayce’s affirming hum before continuing. Jayce’s hands were guided through the buckles and buttons as Viktor explained how to remove the harness and cage if need be.
”Go make yourself comfy on the bed while I get your gear, alright?” Viktor ordered firmly. “You may pick out a toy while you are settling in, too.”
Jayce nodded, shyly enthusiastic about getting to play with his toys. He had a handful of plushies, a small basket full of toy bones and rubber balls, and, used only on rare occasions, a set of dildos and sleeves for when Viktor was away or not in the mood.
He settled on a plush dog resembling some sort of mixed breed. It was mottled brown with white paws and floppy ears, with soft fur about half an inch long. It was a small toy, especially compared to Jayce’s large frame. Viktor often used it as a gag when he fucked Jayce, or would hold it stationary against his pup’s cock for him to rut against with his hands tied.
When Viktor returned, Jayce was sitting pretty on the bed with his toy in his mouth.
”Oh, what a good choice, puppy!” He praised. “Muffin will keep you good company while I’m away, won’t he?”
Jayce nodded proudly, then sat perfectly still as Viktor worked to carefully secure the ear clips in his hair, followed by a black leather collar with a gold tag engraved with the word “Puppy.” It had been a gift for Jayce after an incredibly positive first night as Viktor’s puppy.
Jayce turned around and presented to Viktor without even needing to be asked. He was such a good boy, Viktor thought, as he lubed up the tail plug and gently worked it into his pup’s pretty hole. It was used to the plug by now.
”All done, sweetheart,” Viktor announced, patting Jayce tenderly on the ass. Jayce immediately turned around to sit and face Viktor, looking at him with those sad puppy eyes, and whimpered.
Viktor’s heart broke at that adorable look. His poor puppy was so needy.
”I know, sweet boy, I don’t want to go either.” He said, cradling Jayce’s face in his hands and pressing their foreheads together. “But I will be back before you know it, I promise.” He kissed the top of Jayce’s head before grabbing his cane, saying goodbye, and walking out the door.
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Viktor was gone for what felt like forever. Jayce would’ve sworn it had been three hours at least, even though it was, in reality, closer to forty-five minutes. It’s hard for stupid puppies to tell time.
Viktor had visited one of those quaint little home improvement stores, the kind stocked with a variety of rugs, shelves, desks, tables, kitchenwares, stationary, paintings, and a small selection of foods. The store had a pleasing array of garden decorations, a healthy mix of pots and stone figurines and birdhouses. He had chosen a lovely pot for his monstera, moderate in size, covered in a soft yellow glaze and flecked with tiny white spots.
Initially, he had only come here for the pot, but something else caught his eyes. The store had a small selection of stuffed animals, which, of course, reminded Viktor of the sweet puppy waiting for him at home. He decided he would bring home a treat for his good boy.
It was a pretty easy choice, really. It was between a handful of dinosaurs, a meerkat, a king vulture (which Viktor thought was absolutely hideous and way too realistic for such an ugly animal), an extremely expensive and much too stiff cheetah, and a big red fox. The fox was the clear winner.
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As soon as Jayce heard Viktor’s keys in the door, he eagerly picked up his toy and hopped off the bed to greet his owner at the front entry. He sat with his knees on the ground, legs folded beneath him and hands on the floor between his thighs. He looked up at the door expectantly, toy in his mouth. If he had a real tail, it would be wagging right now. It would probably wag whenever he even thought of Viktor, really. Which was often.
He tried to hold himself obediently in that position, practically shaking, as Viktor pushed the door open with his cane and shouldered through the gap. Had Jayce been more cognizant, he would have opened the door and taken the pot from Viktor’s arms already, but today his mind was completely fogged over. The thought never occurred to him, and Viktor didn’t blame him. He never would. Jayce helped with everything, he deserved to just be a happy, stupid puppy for once.
Jayce stayed politely still until Viktor excitedly called his name, at which he immediately broke position and crawled to nuzzle against Viktor’s leg affectionately.
“Hello there!” Viktor smiled. “Oh, hello puppy! My beautiful little puppy!” His tone is playful, as if he’s truly talking to a real dog who just can’t control its excitement. He leans his back against the door until it latches, keeping his weight supported against it and resting his cane beneath the knob as Jayce stood up on his knees to press himself against Viktor, like a dog jumping happily on its owner. Viktor ruffled Jayce’s hair, petting down his head, his neck, his shoulders, pressing the side of his face against his hips in as much of a hug as he could give with a heavy pot and plush in his hands.
”Oh, you brought your toy!” Viktor noticed, gently tugging one of Muffin’s front legs to remove the toy from Jayce’s mouth. “Was Muffin good to you while I was away?”
Jayce barked, rubbing his face against Viktor’s hips and stomach, hands braced gently on his thighs. The hand on Viktor’s bad leg is instinctively cradled lower, just above the side of the knee, supporting him out of muscle memory.
”Oh, sweet boy… you’re so cute, you know that, angel?” He said fondly. “So perfect for me. I thought you deserved a treat, puppy! Would you like to see it?”
Jayce gasps softly and looks up at Viktor. He backs up a tiny bit and barks, sounding like just the happiest puppy in the world. Until now, Jayce hadn’t taken note of the things Viktor was carrying, oblivious to the large plush strewn over Viktor’s shoulder until he’d backed up to look Viktor in the eyes.
Viktor placed Muffin inside the pot and set them both down on the little shelf by the front door. “Yes, my love, this is for you!” He says, using both hands to lift the big fox off his shoulder and hold it out to Jayce.
Jayce looks so excited it almost breaks Viktor’s heart. His puppy is just so cute.
He stands on his knees to take the plush in his hands and hugs it tightly to his chest, burying his face in the soft fur with a contented hum.
”Do you like it, zlatíčko?” Viktor already knows the answer before Jayce gets a chance to bark and nod his head rapidly. He readjusts himself on his crutch and steps away from the door, bending slightly to pet Jayce on the head. “I knew you would, angel. What are you going to name him?”
Jayce thinks for a moment. “M… Mr. Fox…” he forms the words slowly, carefully.
Viktor decides he’ll tease him for that incredibly original name another time. His free hand comes down to cradle Jayce’s chin and tilt his pup’s head towards him. “That’s a good name,” he praises. “How would you like to go play with Mr. Fox then, štěně?” He offers.
Jayce nods eagerly and drops his plushie on the floor in front of him, straddling the waist of the fox and rutting his hips a few times before whimpering and pawing at his cage.
Viktor chuckles. His puppy can be so silly at times. “Oh sweetheart,” he says, giggling, “that’s not going to work, now is it?”
Jayce whines pathetically and hangs his head.
”It’s okay, angel, everything’s okay…” Viktor coos, thumbing at Jayce’s cheek. “How about we take your little foxy to our room and get you out of your cage, hm? Does that sound nice?”
Jayce nodded, his sad face lifting the slightest bit. He took his fox by the scruff and turned to crawl towards the bedroom. Viktor grabbed Muffin out of the pot and followed Jayce.
When they reached their shared room, Jayce crawled onto the bed and sat with his toy hugged tightly to his chest. Viktor rested his cane against the nightstand and sat next to his pup, good leg folded sideways in front of his hips.
”On your back, zlatíčko, let me see that pretty cock of yours,” he purred. Jayce obediently rolled over and spread his legs for Viktor, peering over his fox to look at his owner. “Good boy,” Viktor praised, rubbing Jayce’s belly calmingly.
Viktor was gentle but swift, undoing the clasps and buckles before finally pulling the cage away from Jayce’s hips. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to Jayce’s pretty tip peeking out from under his foreskin, and his pup keened and squirmed into the touch, pre-cum dribbling from his slit.
”There you go, sweet boy. Does that feel better?” He pet Jayce’s tummy again, finding it just the most adorable thing how his boy wriggled against his hand.
Jayce nodded, waiting for permission to break the pose Viktor had prompted him into.
”Go ahead then, angel, play with your new toy,” he encouraged with a smile.
Jayce was on top of his fox in an instant, cock growing to full hardness as he rubbed desperately against its back. It felt good, but the angle wasn’t quite right, and he kept stopping and readjusting his hips trying to get friction on the right parts.
Viktor reached over and gently coaxed Jayce off of the plush. “Here, puppy, Mr. Fox told me he likes it this way,” he said, flipping Mr. Fox over so that his underside was bared.
The new position was incredible. The dipped seam in the middle cradled Jayce’s cock perfectly, and the expanse of the toy’s flat tummy put friction on all the right places. Jayce wholeheartedly moaned, whining loudly and rutting against his toy greedily. Drool fell freely from his open mouth.
”Mm, such a loud and messy puppy,” Viktor murmured. He brought Jayce’s little dog plush gently to his lips. “Here, štěně, take your little Muffin, there you go… don’t want you drooling all over the place, now do we?”
Jayce obediently took the toy between his teeth. Viktor hated to muffle those lovely sounds, but Jayce just looked so cute with his mouth full.
His pretty boy with his pretty mouth stuffed, rubbing his pretty cock all over his new toy.
Viktor was uncomfortably wet in his boxers- he’d have to change later. But not now, not while he was taking care of his sweet puppy. Not when Jayce needed him.
The plushie looked almost as wet as Viktor felt. Mr. Fox’s tummy was covered in slick, sticky pre-cum, smearing over the short fur and gathering in the dip of the seam. Jayce felt so, so close, but it just wasn’t happening. Despite the dirty, sensual pressure, he couldn’t cum.
He humped his plush desperately for some time, whines and yips progressively getting louder through the gag the more desperate he became. His poor puppy cock was drooling, red and swollen and so hard that it hurt. Viktor pet his head softly, lovingly, when pretty tears began to fall down his pups pretty face.
”Oh, sweetheart, my beautiful angel… what’s wrong, my puppy?” Viktor’s voice was so gentle, so caring, it nearly made Jayce cry harder. He was such a lucky puppy to have such a perfect, loving owner.
He dropped Muffin and leaned into the hand cupping his face, tears dripping off his chin as he spoke. “I c… I can’t… c-can’t do it…”
”Oh honey…” Viktor crooned, “it’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” he scooted forward to hug Jayce to his chest, petting his hair again soothingly. “You’ve been such a good boy for me today, keeping your cage on and waiting for me to come home to care for you… lay back, my beautiful štěně, let me help you.” He gently guided Jayce to lie belly up against the pillows, carefully tucking one behind his head and comfortingly around his sides, keeping him grounded with the soft pressure against his body.
Viktor pet him so lovingly, looking at Jayce as if he was the most perfect thing in the world, lying wrecked and crying and naked beneath him, his beautiful body bared only for Viktor. He kissed his pup softly, slow and full of love, thumbing his tears away with soft hands cradling his flushed face. His hands trailed lower, caressing Jayce’s body tenderly, calmingly, until the boy’s sniffles and whines finally went silent.
Viktor kissed down Jayce’s jaw, his neck, his chest, tonguing delicately at pretty nipples and groping his pecs. It was vaguely embarrassing to Jayce, having his pecs grabbed as if they were a woman’s breasts, but he was too far gone to worry about that right now.
Viktor pinched and pulled Jayce’s nipples, teasing as he kissed further down his ribs, licking along his belly and nuzzling into his happy trail. He placed another loving kiss against the wet tip of his puppy’s sweet cock, then to the soft spot under the shaft where his balls began. His hands came down to delicately trace the veins and patterns on Jayce’s cock, stroking softly and evenly over the glans and frenulum, smearing the pre-cum that streamed from the slit until his whole cock was shiny and wet.
”You are so pretty, so gorgeous, my sweet zlatíčko. So good and obedient… my perfect golden boy,” he picked up the fox plushie again. “Here, my love, I want you to finish with your new toy.” He settled Mr. Fox on Jayce’s chest, guiding his hands to hold the plush at the middle. With his own hands, he spread the plushie’s thighs and gently positioned them around Jayce’s weeping cock, flipping the tail out of the way. He squeezed the back paws together so that Mr. Fox’s legs would wrap comfortably tight around the shaft.
”There you go, štěně, I want you to cum like this, okay? Can you do that for me? Fuck your new toy and cum all over its thighs like a good boy?”
Jayce squirmed and whimpered, impossibly turned on and humiliated by the idea of fucking one of his toys in front of Viktor. A toy that Viktor had bought for him.
He nodded rapidly, fresh pre-cum squirting from his slit and dribbling down to slick the fur of Mr. Fox’s thighs.
”Good boy,” his owner praised.
Jayce fucked his toy with so much vigor and desperation that he thought he might pass out. He felt filthy violating his plushie like this, rutting against the toy’s thighs and crotch in a way that almost made him feel guilty.
It didn’t take long for him to cum, humiliated and overwhelmed and incredibly turned on. His cum shot violently and landed all over Mr. Fox’s thighs and back, dirtying him so thoroughly that Viktor thought he might need two baths later.
Viktor thought his puppy was just beautiful like this, flushed and panting with his dick between his plushie’s thighs, cumming on his toy like the naughty pup that he was.
”Awwww, what a good boy!” Viktor smiled, beaming up at Jayce and petting him while he caught his breath. “Such a good little doggy, cumming all over his new toy, aren’t you just the sweetest puppy? Sweet messy puppy, my perfect boy. My little zlatíčko.” He rambled little praises and compliments to Jayce, so proud of him for being such a good and obedient dog.
”Did that feel good, puppy? You have fun playing with your new toy?”
Jayce nodded sleepily, spent and exhausted after such an intense orgasm. His eyes fluttered shut and he panted quietly, hugging Mr. Fox tightly with both arms.
”Oh, my love, you did so good for me. Such a perfect puppy,” Viktor kissed him on the cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and then you can take a nap while I bathe Mr. Fox, okay, sweetheart?”
Jayce nodded again, shifting slowly to sit up before Viktor ushered him back down.
”No, no, puppy, it’s okay- you stay right here and I will come back with some warm towels,” he offered.
Jayce sunk back into the pillows, letting Viktor take his plushies as he fought drifting off to sleep. Distantly, he heard his owner start filling the bathtub to wash the toys off in, before returning with warm, wet towels to clean all the sweat and cum and tears off of his pretty puppy with.
Jayce sat still and pliant while Viktor cleaned him, sweet and gentle and methodical, slowly as if he truly enjoyed every aspect of caring for Jayce.
And the truth was? He did. He really, truly did. His sweet Jayce, who wanted nothing more than to see his partner happy. Who would do anything for Viktor to be comfortable, caring for him through his illness, never once leaving his side when Viktor needed him. Who was there on the worst days, to carry Viktor to the hospital or clean his face after a vomiting fit. Who saw Viktor at his most disgusting and vulnerable and still never stopped calling him beautiful. Who dedicated his life to this man he knew he couldn’t have for long.
Viktor loved Jayce as much as Jayce loved Viktor. He thought, while he cleaned his partner, about the times Jayce had done the same for him. Rubbing lotion into his hands and the dry spots under his braces, scrubbing blood off the sheets after a heavy nosebleed, cutting Viktor’s nails and massaging his joints when he had been too pained and tired to move. Never once complaining, not when it came to taking care of Viktor.
When Viktor finished cleaning Jayce, the pup had already fallen asleep, looking so peaceful slumbering away in the pillows. Viktor gently pulled a blanket over him and kissed him on the cheek before limping back to the bathroom to clean Jayce’s toys.