Part 3 : "Tails Dont Wag Without Permission"

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The collar was tighter today.

Not in a choking way—no, that would have been merciful. It was psychological. The kind of tight that made Eli sweat through his uniform, that made the weight of the leash feel like a chain even when it wasn’t clipped in. Everyone in the school saw it. Nobody asked.

Because everyone knew.

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By afternoon, Eli was back on his knees in the clubroom, shirt still on, pants pooled around his ankles, tail plug shining under the flickering light.

Toono had been the one to escort him there—hand gently on his lower back, whispering, “Don’t make them wait. You know what happens when you disappoint.”

Yaguchi sat lazily on the desk, eyes sharp.

“So,” he said, “seems our little pup forgot to bark before entering today.”

Shikatani stood beside the desk, paddle in one hand, a vibrating plug in the other. “Tch. Unacceptable.”

Eli flinched.

“You don’t forget rules,” Yaguchi continued. “You obey, or you’re punished.”

The leash was clipped in one swift motion. Eli was dragged forward by the neck until he was face-down over Shikatani’s lap, ass raised, knees spread.

The first slap from the paddle echoed.

“Count,” Shikatani ordered.

“One…”

The second was harder.

“T-Two—”

A third, then a fourth, then another—until Eli’s voice cracked, and his thighs were blotched red, marked with obedience.

Toono, watching with soft-eyed fascination, knelt in front of him and offered a gag: pink, rubber, bone-shaped.

“For good pups,” he whispered, buckling it into place.

The plug was next.

Vibrating, pulsing—Shikatani pushed it in slowly, too slowly, as Eli sobbed behind the gag. But they weren’t done.

Kei finally spoke, camera up. “Time for his next command.”

Yaguchi leaned down and grabbed a card off the table.

“New rule: if you squirm without permission, we edge you and don’t let you finish. For 24 hours.”

The plug buzzed to life again. Stronger. Shikatani stroked Eli’s cock slowly—teasing him to the edge before stopping. Again. And again. And again.

Eli writhed.

Mistake.

Yaguchi smiled darkly. “That’s one day. Who wants to keep going?”

They did.

By the end, Eli was shaking, whimpering into the gag, drooling and twitching. Red marks across his thighs. Plug still in.

They’d denied him six times.

“You’ll beg for it tomorrow,” Shikatani said, zipping up.

Yaguchi kissed Eli’s damp cheek mockingly. “And maybe, if you’re a good pup—maybe—we’ll let you come.”

Maybe.