Part 15 : "The Good Boy Game"

>⚠️[18+|Obedience|Kinks|Soft Dominance|Praise Kink|Teasing|Reward System|Sensory Play|Group Play ~light~|Consent]

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Eli sat on the floor of the clubroom, wearing nothing but soft sleep shorts and a collar — light pink leather, a satin bow at the side, and a tiny silver bell that chimed when he shifted. It was a gift from Shikatani, but everyone had touched it once. A shared claim.

“You sure you’re okay?” Ren asked, crouching beside him, one hand on his knee.

Eli nodded. “I want to try. Just tell me what to do.”

“Alright,” Yaguchi said, already grinning. “We’ll go easy on you. It’s just a game, puppy.”

The rules were simple.

Each of them would give Eli a task. If he completed it, he got a reward. If he hesitated, they’d switch the task or offer a gentler version. No pressure. No punishment. Just the thrill of trying.

Toono went first. Of course he did.

He leaned in and brushed Eli’s hair back with trembling fingers.

“Can you crawl to me and kiss my cheek?” he asked, eyes wide and blushing. “I just… I want to feel wanted.”

Eli dropped to his hands and knees, the bell jingling, and slowly crawled over. Toono sat perfectly still until Eli kissed his cheek — then turned beet red and wrapped him in a soft, trembling hug.

“One point,” Yaguchi declared, scribbling on the whiteboard. “Next.”

Shikatani held up a blindfold.

“You trust me?” he asked softly.

Eli nodded.

“Then put this on. Lie back. And let me touch your stomach. Just there. Nowhere else.”

The blindfold slid on. Cool silk. Eli lay back, heartbeat quickening. And Shikatani’s hands were soft. Worshipful. He drew circles around Eli’s navel, brushed thumbs over his hips, and whispered: “You’re doing perfect.”

Eli shivered.

Another point.

Yaguchi gave the next command.

“Bark.”

Eli blinked. “What?”

“You heard me.” He was smirking now. “Get on all fours. Give me your best bark. Let go of your pride, pup.”

Eli hesitated — cheeks burning — then barked once, sharp and high. Yaguchi burst into laughter and clapped. “Good boy. Damn good.”

Eli covered his face with his hands.

Ren’s task was the most quiet.

“Come here,” he said, kneeling. “Straddle my lap. Just hug me. That’s it.”

Eli obeyed. It wasn’t sexual. It was grounding. Ren stroked his back as the bell jingled softly with each movement.

“You’re doing so well,” Ren murmured. “I like it when you listen.”

By the end of the game, the whiteboard said GOOD BOY: 5 POINTS in glittery red marker.

But the real reward?

Ren pulled out a lidded container from his bag. Inside were soft peach cookies, shaped like paw prints.

“They’re all for you,” he said. “You earned them.”

Eli blinked fast.

Then grinned.