Submission
After two days of pretending to recuperate but actually loafing around in the hospital, Yan grew tired of lying down. From the beginning, his body had been perfectly healthy, making the hospital gown seem out of place. Thinking, “The medical staff at the police hospital must be extremely competent,” Yan completed his discharge procedures.
The following days were busy, as if making up for his time off. The fact that various species lived together meant equally various accidents occurred, which was the ordinary everyday life of the New York Police. Even while rushing here and there, Yan remembered his promise with Procion.
‘I’ll probably go through something unpleasant again.’
He wished the promised day would never come. No, rather, he wished everything would end quickly. Though the flow of time was beyond Yan’s control, he often made these contradictory wishes.
And this morning, he finally received a message from him. It was a brief message containing a hotel name and room number.
“Could his profession be a hotel tourist?”
Such a profession probably didn’t exist, but who knows. Another five-star hotel, following the last time. He seemed to be a long-term guest, but wouldn’t renting an apartment be more economical?
Yan looked up at the imposing hotel. Somewhere up there, specifically in a room on the 26th floor, he would be waiting. The man with the name Procion—whether that was his real name or a nickname, Yan didn’t know.
Thinking of him, or more precisely, what they had done together, made Yan’s mouth go dry reflexively. However, Yan appeared outwardly composed as he rode the elevator and walked down the corridor.
“You’re here?”
When Yan knocked, Procion greeted him while leaning casually against the doorframe. He was dressed neatly in a shirt and pants, yet somehow exuded a free-spirited atmosphere. He seemed more suited to a California beach than New York. Yan thought, ‘That must be the unique composure of wealthy people,’ and felt envious.
“Have you been well?”
Procion asked as he sat down in a chair. Perhaps intended for business guests, the room had a large table. But since there was only one chair, Yan stood awkwardly as he replied.
“Yes. Modern medicines must be really effective.”
Procion stared at Yan as if to ask what he meant.
“The swelling subsided already. The wounds too. …You know, on my bottom.”
Even a week later, it still felt remarkable. How could all that swelling, bruising, and the wound disappear overnight? The injury from the vampire (though Yan couldn’t trust his own memory about this part) had also vanished completely.
He wanted to share his amazement with someone, but he couldn’t tell his colleagues. When he confided in Procion, the only person he could talk to, Procion gave him a strange look.
“So I guess it’s fine if you get beaten up again?”
“…”
Realizing his mistake, Yan awkwardly looked away, pretending not to hear. He regretted saying anything.
Tap tap, tap, tap tap tap tap… A cheerful sound rang out. Procion was tapping his index finger on the desk. Drawn to the sound, Yan looked at him again. He met eyes as blue as a clear sky.
“Let’s put that mouth to work today.”
“…”
“Strip.”
Why was he being told to strip if they were going to use his mouth? If Procion meant fellatio, couldn’t he remain clothed? Yan hesitated but knew he had no right of refusal. Perhaps the play had already begun from the moment Procion sat down while he remained standing.
Yan removed his pants first, then unbuttoned his shirt. His well-trained body was revealed beneath the fabric. His firm chest and defined abs often earned admiration not just from gay men but from heterosexual men as well. In the locker room, colleagues would sometimes approach him asking, “If you’re taking protein supplements, could you recommend a brand?” But Procion continued to look at him with merely interested eyes, saying nothing.
“Um, my underwear…”
“A dog doesn’t really need to wear clothes.”
‘A dog. So I’m a dog.’
Apparently, in Procion’s eyes today, Yan was nothing more and nothing less than a dog. Though he was tempted to mention that dressing up pets was trendy these days, Yan wisely remained silent.
After removing his briefs and socks, Yan stood completely naked. Even though he had already exposed his most intimate parts to this man, being the only one naked in front of a fully dressed man was humiliating in itself. Yan fidgeted with his fingers and toes nervously.
“Sit.”
His tone was exactly like someone commanding a dog: “Sit, stand.” Yan obeyed Procion’s order as if he really had become a dog. He knelt submissively before him.
Procion ran his fingers through Yan’s red hair, mussing it. Yan lifted his head as if to protest. The bridge of his nose appeared slightly flushed thanks to his freckles. The whites of his upturned eyes were already tinged pink.
“You can suck well, can’t you?”
“Yes.”
To tell the truth, he wasn’t that confident, but Yan answered affirmatively anyway. After all, it was just sucking—it didn’t require advanced skills, so he should be able to manage.
“Let’s see those oral skills then.”
Procion tilted his head slightly as if telling him to begin. His posture was relaxed, with his arms resting on the armrests and his back against the chair. That was fine, but the problem was that he was still fully dressed in his shirt and pants. Yan looked at him once, then at his crotch, and realized.
‘He wants me to undress him with my mouth…right?’
He’d seen this not just in SM videos but in gay pornography as well, so he had a general idea. Yan used his mouth to undo Procion’s pants. The buckle was easier than expected, but he was afraid his lips might get caught when pulling down the zipper.
Just as he was about to pull down the underwear, a hand slapped his cheek.
“What kind of ill-mannered dog bites its master without permission?”
“…I’m sorry.”
The slap from the well-built man felt more heavy than stinging. Though it didn’t seem particularly hard, it made his head ring. It seemed somewhat unfair since Procion had been the one to say “Let’s see those oral skills,” but Yan didn’t have the courage to protest.
Wiggling his toes anxiously, Yan cautiously asked, “Master, may I suck you?”
“…”
“I… I want to show you my… oral skills.”
Procion remained silent. Perhaps this wasn’t what he wanted. Maybe he desired more vulgar terminology. But Yan couldn’t think of anything else, let alone overcome the shame.
Fortunately, Procion smiled slightly as if pleased. This time, he gently stroked Yan’s cheek and said, “First, take it all in your mouth. Can you do that?”
“Yes.”
However, the moment he pulled down the briefs, Yan’s confident answer was belied by his overwhelming desire to shout “No!”
Come to think of it, Procion’s dick was thick. If it were only thick, that would be one thing, but it was also long. Even before it was fully erect, the visible veins were intimidating. Last time, perhaps under the influence of alcohol and drugs, Yan had sucked it without fear. This time, facing the dick while sober and in bright light, he felt completely overwhelmed. Wondering how to go about it, Yan started by taking the glans into his mouth.
The feeling of having the tip of the dick in his mouth was… quite peculiar. More than the situation itself, it was the sensation that was strange—similar to lips, which made it feel almost like kissing rather than fellatio.
That innocent impression shattered the moment the dick pushed deeper into his mouth. This was no kiss—it felt like being violated.
With difficulty, Yan swallowed Procion’s dick. Sucking or caressing was one thing, but just holding it in his mouth was challenging. Unable to swallow his saliva, he felt it might drip from the corners of his mouth. Yan worked his lips carefully, worried he might accidentally bite down.
“Why are you so clumsy?”
“I’m… showwy.”
“A big dog like you can’t even do this properly.”
Procion sighed heavily as if scolding him. Then he grabbed Yan’s hair and pulled back. As Yan’s head moved backward, the dick slipped out. But he wasn’t allowed to spit it out completely.
“Open your mouth wider. Your jawbone more… and relax your teeth.”
Neither the jawbone nor teeth were organs easily controlled by Yan’s will. But unable to refuse his orders, Yan struggled to follow Procion’s instructions. Whether this was an improvement or still disappointing, Procion exhaled a long breath.
“Now eat it properly.”
The area around Yan’s jawbone felt stiff, then gradually went numb. He considered this fortunate. Forgetting the pain, he diligently sucked Procion’s dick. As instructed, he thought of it as “eating,” sucking with slurping sounds and stroking with his tongue. Procion’s dick gradually hardened. Especially when Yan licked down the dick with the tip of his tongue, pre-cum leaked out.
Oddly enough, at that moment, Yan felt proud. This man who wielded absolute influence during their play was becoming erect because of his tongue movements. Encouraged, Yan moved more aggressively.
Yan briefly pulled Procion’s dick from his mouth, then kissed along the dick with smacking sounds. He began to caress the base of the dick.
Before he knew it, Yan had his face buried in Procion’s groin. This allowed him to deeply inhale the man’s scent. It was like a kind of pheromone—though he wasn’t actually a dog and couldn’t possibly distinguish such things, he felt seduced by the smell. Otherwise…
“You’re hard.”
Procion casually pointed out. Yan quickly closed his thighs like someone whose weakness had been exposed, but that couldn’t hide his erection.
His dick, which had been soft, was now rigid and fully erect. Yan resented his own dick for becoming aroused in this situation.
“I ask you to service me, and you enjoy yourself?”
Procion stepped on Yan’s dick. Still wearing his shoes, the heel was quite painful. Yan inadvertently spat out Procion’s dick and moaned. This caused the pressure on his dick to increase.
“You can’t even suck properly, yet you stop on your own.”
“I-I’m sorry…”
It was already a sensitive area, and the skin might have been scraped. Yan thought of shifting his position to escape from Procion, but moving his body inconspicuously proved impossible. No matter how he twitched his shoulders or thighs, he couldn’t escape from under Procion’s shoe.
“A good dog should obey its master’s commands, whatever they may be.”
“Yes…”
Yan, with his shoulders slumped, truly felt like a dog—and not just any dog, but the most unfortunate dog in the world. But Procion didn’t seem to see it that way, as he commanded again.
“Suck properly.”
His tone suggested that Yan should at least know how to do this much. Reluctantly, Yan took Procion’s dick in his mouth again. Only then did Procion remove his foot from Yan’s dick.
Yan licked it repeatedly, trying to impress him, and also rolled the tip around in his mouth with his tongue, but Procion’s response was lukewarm. Not even his breathing changed. If anything, it was Yan who was panting as he pleasured the large dick.
Yet just moments ago, Procion had seemed to become erect because of him. Once that momentum was broken, it seemed gone completely, and Yan became dejected. He felt foolish for having gotten hard himself, intoxicated by the man’s pheromone-like scent.
By now, his jaw ached so badly it felt like it might dislocate, making it difficult to even keep the dick in his mouth. Noticing this, Procion clicked his tongue and withdrew his dick.
“You’re remarkably inept.”
“…”
“That aside, to still be erect like this…”
Procion’s casual addition of “Perhaps you should be neutered” was frightening. Yan quickly shook his head.
“N-no, you don’t need to neuter me.”
“When you get aroused so easily?”
“This is…”
Yan’s face crumpled. It seemed unfair to be treated like a dog in heat just for having an erection.
“Consider the feelings of an owner who has to deal with a dog in heat.”
“It’s fine, I can make it go d-down myself.”
It was ominous that his erection wasn’t subsiding but rather growing stronger, but Yan said it anyway. That way, he could escape the misunderstanding that he was in heat.
But Procion looked Yan up and down, then issued a command.
“Then take care of it yourself.”
“…What?”
“I said, do it yourself.”
Procion stood up. Unable to follow this sudden change, Yan could only stare at Procion with bewildered eyes. Do it himself—did he mean masturbation? If so, it would be embarrassing, but not impossible. Just as he was about to reach for his dick—
“Get up on the desk.”
Procion commanded. Though Yan still didn’t understand his intentions, he obediently complied. He climbed onto the desk and knelt.
Wondering if he should masturbate here, he was about to touch his dick again when—
“I’ll allow you this much.”
Procion threw something. Yan caught it reflexively. It was… a smooth, curved dildo.
“T-this is.”
