♚ Dongwook's Office

@♚ Lee Dongwook The felt long and torturous, because of the continuous stimulation he was made to endure, and his whole body kept convulsing for a few long seconds before he finally seemed to calm down - as much as this was possible. His master didn't plan to let him rest though. The vibrations against his sweet spot got more intense, inducing a violent reaction from the boy and although his movements were restricted, he managed to tug on his restraints again, unable to bear the increasing pleasure he almost despised by now. Leather straps dug even deeper, the muscles on his feeble arms pitifully trying to stretch further, yet again.The white spots blurring his vision increased their span in reaction to the intense stimulation, just to give way to black ones when the pain striked again. The pet cried out, muffled mewls filling the room. Meto failed to tell where the pain was coming from at first, his whole body was aching too much and he needed to put a lot of effort into concentrating in order to figure out what was happening. With enormous willpower and effort he forced his neck muscles to work, bringing his head in the right position to look at the dog, needing a few long seconds to focus on its form, eyeing the stretched chains which connected the two pets. He choked on his breath, forcing his stomach to tense even more, almost feeling like vomiting before he let his head hang back again, helplessly.

@♙ Meto Dongwook gazed at his human pet with a lacklustre expression, his hand gliding down Betty's nape to across the smooth, shiny fur on her back. He didn't miss a single twitch, pant or squirm it made, his lips quirking upwards as it came yet again. What a filthy little animal. Dongwook chuckled at the thought, thoroughly amused by the sweaty, sensitive thing it had depreciated to under his tender care. He switched the bullet inside it up to max and then reached for his glass of wine. White, of course. The thin glass, so thin it seemed it would shatter under his grip was brought to his lips, the precious fluid trickling into his mouth. Absent-mindedly, as a subtle taste of nutmeg tickled his taste buds, he wondered if it might be thirsty as well. "How are you, Betty?", he hummed. "Thirsty?" Reaching behind him, he produced a shallow bowl filled with water and placed it just where his cute little doggy would need to bend down enough to cause Meto a good dosage of pain. He wanted to hear it's muffled cries. He could tell, it was exhausted. The pain would help wake it up, counter the drowsiness the oxygen deprivation caused.

@♚ Lee Dongwook Some people had a TV to entertain them, his master had him - and a bunch of remotes to 'change channels' if he got bored at some point. The calming buzz of the toys meant pure torture for Meto, and they wouldn't run out of power for the next few long hours. Meto never knew what to expect. He could never know in advance if his master planned just a quick bit of relaxation, or was willing to devote his whole evening to playing with his pretty toy. He never knew which would be his last. It didn't matter that much either; pets didn't need to know such stuff. He wanted to serve, no matter what was wanted from him, he wanted to deliver the most refined pleasure he could to his owner, the only one who mattered. He just wanted to be a good boy.
The numbing pain in his upper limbs was increasing, making him shift uncomfortably, unsuccessfully trying to change his position and get some of his (little) weight off his stretched arms. He had long ago lost his sense of time, or maybe it hadn't been that long... He couldn't tell. He could only concentrate on the buzzing toys, placed on the exact spots that would make him squirm until he lost his voice. His master knew his body like the back of his hand at this point, but then again, Meto wasn't hard to study. With his heartfelt reactions and expressive sounds, the only barrier could be his lack of speech, but his master seemed to appreciate, rather than despise this fact. The mask on his mouth and nose wasn't meant to mute Meto's noises for sure, instead it did a great job in making him produce more, sweetness spilling from his chest and throat with almost every breath he was fighting to take. His sense of vision was useless at this point, clouded by the lack of enough oxygen and the damn intense pleasure. He had given up on counting his s, since he could hardly make a difference between the state of his body during and between these peaks. Dry s were causing his muscles to clench painfully, the thin body fighting for a release when there was barely anything left to release. The tingling of his limbs was complimented by the numb pain in his s, tightly clamped and tied to his master's other pet, leaving the poor buds at the mercy of the animal - and it sure had none. The thin chains had already been given a few light tugs and the pain was still increasing, although numbing as well.
He threw his head back, panting, his inhales sounded sharp, but they were simply torturous. Breathless, he cried out again and his body shook violently, tugging on the restrains, as another hit and he shot his nth release into the wide bowl.

@♙ Meto It seemed like yesterday where Lee Dongwook, an embezzler, professional blackmailer and part-time art thief, had walked into Mr. Vasiliev's office looking to form a partnership. The man's ugly mug was still fresh in his memory, like a coffee stain on a pressed white shirt that just wouldn't go away. He had met Misha for the first time then, a cute little thing, one wondered what miracle had created him, considering the genes he'd inherited. Too bad he had such a gastly personality. Dongwook frowned as the pest's high-pitched voice started ringing in his ears, his brows furrowing in complete and utter distaste. That thing wasn't a human, it was a monster sent to torment him. His fists clenched. He could practically feel his blood pressure rising. Anyways... Dongwook sighed to himself, his expression easing up. Enough about /that/. How could he waste his attention on something so unpleasant when he had such lovely things before him?

His adorable little Rottweiler was sitting at his side, looking as grim and bloodthirsty as he'd trained it to be. Dongwook was gently running his fingertips across the doggy's head. In front of him was his other pet, Meto, just as cute. It was suspended in the air, arms bound together with thick leather straps. A sturdy rope was attached, dangling it from the roof. Its legs were spread wide with a metal bar that curved, giving room for a very, very big that stood mounted on the floor. Meto had a tight leather mask over its mouth and nose, restricting its breathing just enough to make it difficult, but not impossible. A vibrating bullet was taped to its lower head, buzzing away happily. Another electric cord trailed out of its , giving away the location of another vibrating egg. Dongwook had taken extra care to lodge it in just the right place. Meto had no cockring. No, Dongwook intended for it to ... a lot. There was extra a wide bowl before it to catch everything it spilled. This new apparatus had just arrived and he had been eager to try it out. On the bedside table beside him lay several switches, two for the respective bullet and one that would make the move up and down at varying speeds and depths. It wasn't moving so far, Meto was comfortably sitting on it. Oh, there were also two thin chains attached to both of its rings, but Dongwook wasn't holding the other end, they were attached to his Rottweiler Betty's collar. There was barely any leeway and Betty sure didn't appreciate being tied to anything.