[HD NSFW] The Inspector's Lapdog

He's a power-bottom in need of some respect 👀

Here's a little free short-story I wrote to go along with the image ;)

'Put this on.'

From the Inspector's hand dropped a collar gilded with silver bolts at Clive's Oxfords.

Clive chuckled. 'What's this? No handcuffs this time?' He leaned in to the Inspector, hand at his belt. 'Are you sure you don't want to at least pat me down for any...dangerous weapons first?'

Inspector Brown grabbed him by his tie, pulling him within inches of his face, staring him down with serious umber eyes. 'Now, Dove.'

Despite Clive's best efforts, a stifling heat began to rise, alongside a steady bright red, up from his neck, quickly making its way to his cheeks. The heat from Inspector Brown's own unbuttoned lapel, revealing dark, wiry pecs and just a peek of defined abs, wasn't helping, but he regained a bit of composure when he noticed the ever so slight smirk tugging at the Inspector's lips. The man always tried to act so stoic, Clive thought, but he was certainly enjoying himself. He smirked himself. He'd quickly make use of that.

'Right away, officer,' Clive answered in a cheeky retort. He turned round and continued to unbutton his waistcoat. 'Bit hot in here, though, isn't it?' He slid out of the olive-green vest and let it slip to the floor, his fingers already at his tie. 'Allow me to loosen a bit of my clothing first.'

And then came that same heat, that same familiar scent--of coffee, ink spilled upon stacks of paperwork, and a sharp, sweet cologne--and that same, firm hand, stroking him overtop his trousers where he had just begun to unbuckle his belt. Clive couldn't help the low, longing moan that escaped him with each firm stroke of the Inspector's hand.

'Do you want a repeat of last night, Dove?' he growled.

The night before jumped to Clive's mind, reminding him of how he'd defied Inspector Brown in an attempt to win him over. Instead, he'd been forced to work in stained trousers.

'N-no, officer,' he finally acquiesced.

'Good.' The Inspector said, removing his hand. The bulge against Clive's trousers remained, rather visible in the moonlight that filtered into their room. 'Then grab your collar like a good pet.'

Clive bent over to retrieve the gilded collar, but he had one last trick up his sleeve. He slipped out of his Oxfords and dropped his trousers to the floor, now only clad in his button down and boxer briefs, his bulge very visible against both.

'Oh my,' he said in mock surprise. 'That wasn't meant to happen.' His smirk grew devilish. 'Honest, officer.'

He knew by the way the Inspector's brow angled and his usually calm and collected umber gaze narrowed, emphasising the burning flame within, he'd riled him. Just as he'd wanted. He'd be punished, he knew, as the Inspector retrieved something of his own from his discarded trench coat. But he couldn't help himself. At least only his briefs would be taking the hit this time.

The Inspector advanced on Clive and swiped the item he'd retrieved, a firm, leather riding crop, across his thigh, just barely missing his erection, causing Clive to gasp and exhale a deep moan.

'More, officer,' he growled, despite himself.

The Inspector brought the crop up flush with his erection and pressured until Clive dropped to the floor with a longing grunt between pants.

'Shirt. Off. Now.' He commanded.

When Clive, nearly lost in the haze of pleasure, didn't comply at first, the Inspector pressured even harder until Clive lifted his chin and moaned louder.

'Now, Dove.'

'Yes, officer,' Clive finally complied between heavy breaths and began unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slip to the floor as well, revealing his own wiry muscles and chest, both scrawled with a tattoo--his arm, a dove-Phoenix hybrid. His chest, a spade made of gears and iron bars.

'Now your briefs.' The Inspector stroked Clive's bulge with the crop, satisfied in the way he squirmed to keep himself from releasing too soon. 'I wouldn't try anything if I were you.'

Clive could make no retort this time for fear it would melt into nothing but the Inspector's first name, over and over again, and lose him their little game. He did as he was asked, removing his briefs, his full erection springing forth, which the Inspector quickly held captive once more with the crop.

'Now, the collar.'

And once more Clive did as he was told. But as he was fastening the collar round his throat and the Inspector hooked the leash into place, Clive noticed the Inspector's own erection just beginning to bulge against his black dress trousers.

'Hmhm,' he chuckled, feeling his confidence return despite his disadvantageous position. 'Like what you see, Inspector?'

Knowing exactly what Clive was speaking of, the Inspector wasted no time in yanking Clive's leash, jerking him up to his eye level, his erection against his own. He stroked Clive's, slowly at first.

'A lapdog knows when to speak and when to be silent,' he said, watching into Clive's glossy eyes, slipping his thumb into Clive's mouth parted in a low moan, pressing down against his wet, longing tongue. Then he stroked his cock, faster and firmer, Clive's moans quavering in time with each. 'And right now, you should be silent.'

Then the Inspector gave one final stroke with his powerful fingers, bringing forth a drawn out moan from Clive's trembling form alongside his orgasm, flowing all over the Inspector's hands, spattering to the floor below, before he collapsed, his chest rising and falling with each euphoric pant.

The Inspector allowed himself a smile, watching Clive sigh in bliss and finally fall completely silent. 'Obedient, just like a good pet.' Then he brought his hand to his own belt and began to unfasten. 'Now sit up. We're not through yet.'