The First Owner
"The new one. The one with a guardian."
From the bench, the man with the silver cufflinks said it with his legs crossed. The words were meant for the Owner by the door, but his eyes had gone to the ass of Ha-yoon, down on all fours at the center of the mat.
Saturday night, nine o'clock. The Kennel Underground Training Facility. Jae-hyuk stood at Ha-yoon's left, still holding the leash handle he had carried in from the lobby.
Under her palms the rubber mat went suddenly cold. The one with a guardian. Tonight, in this training room, the only new dog who had come attached to a guardian was Ha-yoon.
The top line of the NG Section on the Intake Consent Form rose in front of her eyes. Penetration by anyone other than her guardian. The line she had written first, in fountain pen.
The night she had come to the Kennel with the invitation on her phone and knelt before the wall behind the showroom to watch Mio, that had only been watching. What had been singled out now was Ha-yoon's cunt. A stranger's cock was going to go in there.
Only after a long moment did she curl the fingers braced on the mat. The knees she had set a shoulder's width apart never came together.
The Owner walked onto the mat with the clipboard that had been tucked against his side. He set it down on the rubber a handspan in front of her hands, then stepped back two paces and stood before her head.
It was the Intake Consent Form again, the one she had signed at the lobby desk. Under the ceiling lights her handwriting was plain to read. Beside the circled number 1, the very top line.
Surin came over from the wall ring and held out her hand to Jae-hyuk.
"The leash, please, Guardian."
Jae-hyuk passed her the handle. Surin slid a hand beneath Ha-yoon's throat and unfastened the chain from the collar ring. With a click her neck went light. The freed chain dragged cold between her breasts on its way down, and only the Kennel ID Tag was left swinging under her throat.
Surin carried the chain to the wall and hung it, handle and all, on one of the rings. Then she stood beside it with her arms folded. Jae-hyuk sat where Surin indicated with her chin, at the end of the bench, one empty place between him and Silver Cufflinks.
"Guardian, your fountain pen, please."
The Owner tossed it toward the bench. Jae-hyuk's hand went into the inner pocket of his jacket and came out closed around the black fountain pen.
Ha-yoon left the clipboard and crawled left. Past the edge of the mat the surface under her palms turned harder. With every pace her hanging breasts swayed, and the two men on the bench followed the tips of her nipples with their eyes.
Jae-hyuk was holding the pen out at the height of his knee. Ha-yoon lifted her chin and bit the barrel just beside his fingers. Her lips touched the joint of one. He let go before her teeth had even closed all the way around it.
"So the lawyer takes a pen in her mouth, too."
Silver Cufflinks said it without a trace of laughter. He smelled of cologne. Ha-yoon turned, the pen still between her teeth. As she came about in front of the two men's knees, cool air from the bench side touched her open cunt.
She crawled back to the clipboard, lowered her hips onto her heels, and sat. Her labia, pressed to her heels, were slick. Ceiling light fell straight down over the naked body kneeling there.
She took the pen from her mouth into her hand. The barrel was wet with spit. She caught the cap in her teeth and twisted the barrel free. The engraved initials rasped against her lower lip.
Knees spread, she bent forward and set the nib in front of the top line. As she leaned, the tip of a nipple brushed the corner of the clipboard.
She struck the line in a single stroke. Black ink passed over her own handwriting. On the last letter of penetration the nib halted for a beat, and where it stopped the ink bloomed into a round blot.
She fitted the cap she had held in her mouth back onto the pen and laid the fountain pen down beside the struck line. From the cunt resting on her heel, slick spread toward the sole of her foot.
The Owner didn't touch the clipboard. He only turned his head a little toward Silver Cufflinks.
"If the dog requests it, use her."
Silver Cufflinks stood. The sound of his shoes on the mat traveled around Ha-yoon's left and settled behind her. She lifted her hips off her heels and planted both hands to either side of the clipboard. All fours again.
"…Are you okay?"
Jae-hyuk, from the left side of the bench. He sat at the end of it with both hands on his knees, and behind his glasses his eyes were on her face. It was the same face he wore whenever he asked her that in bed.
Ha-yoon nodded.
Then she turned her head and looked forward. She opened her knees another handspan, dropped her waist, and lifted her ass toward the man behind her.
Behind her, the sound of knees on the mat. A belt buckle coming undone, a zipper going down. Suit trousers crumpling somewhere around his knees. Jacket and tie, from the sound of it, stayed as they were.
Two hands settled on her ass. Cold metal touched skin before the palms did—the cufflink at a shirt cuff.
Both thumbs spread her. Air from the training room slipped between her labia, and then something hot and blunt came to rest at her entrance. Not Jae-hyuk's. The instant the head touched her, she knew.
Without meaning to, she fled half a handspan forward on her knees. The clipboard came up under her nose. The struck line lay just beneath her eyes.
On her own knees she gave that half-handspan back. The head that had been resting at her entrance spread her cunt by just that much and pushed in.
He didn't hurry. He stopped for a long while with only the head buried, pushed in to the halfway point, and stopped again. Then he tightened the hands on her ass and drove in to the root.
He was thick. Plainly thicker than Jae-hyuk, and curved upward. As the curve scraped the inner wall toward her spine and packed her full, Ha-yoon's fingers clutched the rubber beside the clipboard.
"Hah—ahh…"
For the first time, a cock that did not belong to her guardian was inside Ha-yoon's cunt.
The man bent over her. The end of his tie hung down and touched the small of her back, and the smell of cologne came all the way to her nape. He had only lowered his trousers. The suit cloth against her ass was rough.
Still buried to the root, Silver Cufflinks opened his mouth. His voice was aimed at the bench on the left.
"A bitch who spreads them in front of her guardian."
Bitch. A word that had never once made it all the way out of Jae-hyuk's mouth. The moment it landed, Ha-yoon's cunt clamped tight around the strange cock.
"Nnh—!"
"Watch her squeeze, Guardian. At a single word."
The bench was quiet. Ha-yoon kept her head down. To her left, a bench leg gave a short creak.
The frightening part had been those few seconds with the head resting at her entrance. Once he filled her, the fear sank below her belly and turned to heat. A stranger's cock packed her cunt full, and her husband sat on a bench three steps away. Between her labia, slick overflowed and soaked the base of him.
He drew his hips back. The curved cock scraped her inner wall in reverse on the way out, and when only the head remained he drove in again to the root. A long, slow rhythm.
With every thrust the cufflink knocked against the flesh of her ass. Metal that had been cold warmed to the heat of her skin within a few blows. Under her throat the Kennel ID Tag swung and ticked against the ring—the plate engraved Guardian Min Jae-hyuk.
"Can you see all right from there, Guardian? How far the cock goes in."
He didn't wait for an answer. The hands that had been gripping her ass moved to her sides.
He hauled her body backward and drove his cock forward at the same time. The pace quickened. Over the rubber mat, the wet sound of a cock boring into a cunt and the sound of flesh striking flesh took turns.
"She's been broken in to her guardian's shape."
He said it toward the bench without slowing the thrusts.
"I'll open her up a little on mine today. Put it in next week and she'll be loose."
Between her hands, the struck line on the clipboard seemed to shake.
"Hot—hah—haah…♡"
Her breasts swung wild beneath her. The place Jae-hyuk's cock had moved in and out of was gaped around an unfamiliar thickness.
He lifted one knee and planted his foot on the mat. The angle, driving down from above, ground the tip of his cock into the front wall this time. Ha-yoon's elbows nearly buckled. She locked both arms straight and held.
He seized her hip bones in both hands and hiked her ass up toward himself. The cock dropping from above pounded that spot again and again, and a tingling like the need to piss spread through her lower belly.
"Ah—aaahng…♡"
"Head up."
Silver Cufflinks said it still gripping her pelvis, then added, toward the bench:
"Her husband ought to watch, too. His wife's face."
Ha-yoon lifted her head. She kept her eyes forward. Two steps ahead were the Owner's black shoes and the cuffs of his trousers. When she raised her gaze, his eyes passed over her face and went to her ass, where the cock was sliding in and out.
Under that look she felt it—the cunt taking the cock, twitching all on its own.
If she turned only her head to the left, Jae-hyuk was there. She didn't turn. She pushed her ass back to meet the cock driving in.
His pubic bone and her ass met in the middle. The cock seated to the hilt, and the head struck the deepest part of her cunt. The sound she had been holding broke out of her mouth.
"Ahh—♡"
"Offering your ass all on your own. If it's good, bark."
The man laughed behind her. Ha-yoon's throat jerked. Jae-hyuk was where he could hear. At the Kennel, the only speech allowed to her was yes, and a bark.
"Woof."
The bark came out louder than she had thought it would. Before she could even close her mouth, her cunt clenched from her side of it.
For five years Jae-hyuk had called Ha-yoon his puppy, and not once had he told her to bark. She gave him that first sound while she was speared on a stranger's cock. Shame climbed all the way to her throat, and another run of slick slid down between her labia.
"You heard that, didn't you? Does she bark like this at home?"
The bench leg creaked once more. The man laughed, short, and changed his rhythm.
He drew his cock all the way out, then, giving the stretched entrance no time to close, slammed it back to the root in a single stroke. Out again. In again. When he withdrew, her cunt was empty. When he entered, the curved head scraped the same place.
He pulled all the way out and stopped just outside her. The tip of the head hovered against her swollen lips, touching and not touching.
"Nngh… kiiing…"
"Leave it out, Guardian, and she whines. You've been keeping a bitch like this all to yourself?"
He drove back in to the root. Ha-yoon's body slid forward on the rubber.
Her thighs began to shake. Her knees crept a little wider apart. No one had touched her clit, and still, every time he drove in, it throbbed between her parted lips.
His hands came back from her hips to her ass. Gripping her and holding her open, he pounded fast. The cufflink slapped the lower curve of her ass in a steady beat. Slick made wet sounds between the two of them.
"Husband. Where should I finish? Inside all right?"
Even while he asked, the hips behind her didn't slow. Ha-yoon held her breath and listened to the silence on her left. Jae-hyuk said nothing.
"If you don't answer, I'll do as I like."
One of his hands left her ass and came up under her belly. He filled his palm with one hanging breast and used it as a handle to drag her backward. Her nipple crushed into the center of his palm. Between the cock driving in and the breast in his grip, her body rocked forward and back.
Each time she was hauled, her toes scraped the rubber. A few more thrusts and she would go over. Today, too, permission had to come first.
Head still raised, she turned only her eyes to the right. Surin stood in front of the wall ring with her arms folded. From the ring beside her hung the chain that had been taken off Ha-yoon's neck.
Eyes on Surin, Ha-yoon stopped the ass that had been pushing back to meet him. She didn't draw her shaking thighs together. She only took the cock as it was driven into her, and watched Surin's chin.
Surin didn't draw it out. She tipped her chin up and indicated the space at Ha-yoon's back. Permission passed not through Ha-yoon, but straight to the man behind her.
Behind her, Silver Cufflinks spoke.
"You can come."
As she came, she brought the eyes she had kept on Surin around to the front. Her head stayed up. She did not close them. The toe of the Owner's shoe blurred, then came sharp again.
Her cunt clenched and let go around the buried cock, again and again. Her spread knees slipped on the rubber. Both of his hands—the one that had released her breast joining the other—caught the waist that was trying to fold and hauled it up.
Only her ass stayed high.
"Ah—ahh—aaah…♡"
A strand of spit left her open mouth, slipped from her chin, and fell.
Wetness ran in strings down the insides of her thighs. The rubber under her knees was slick and sliding. Into her trembling cunt the curved cock drove once more, all the way to the root.
In the moment her grip loosened, he pulled out. The emptied entrance went cool. Behind her came a brief sound of a hand stripping wet flesh, and then something hot struck across her ass.
Two stripes. Three. Semen ran down the cleft of her ass into the hollow at the small of her back. She felt him wipe the tip of his cock on his cuff. The cufflink brushed her ass one last time and dropped away.
The sense of him standing came first. A zipper. A belt buckle. His shoes passed along her left and slowed in front of the bench.
"Next time, watch from closer."
Silver Cufflinks said it as he passed the bench. The sound of his shoes receded toward the door.
Surin picked a towel off the end of the bench and tossed it toward Ha-yoon. It landed on the rubber beside her right knee.
"Stay."
Ha-yoon left the towel where it lay. She set the knees that had slipped back to a shoulder's width and waited on all fours. The semen on her ass cooled slowly. The cooler it grew, the more stickily it clung to her skin.
Her cunt had not yet closed. The entrance stretched around an unfamiliar thickness could not gather all the way back to what it had been. Three steps to her left, Jae-hyuk would be seeing every bit of it.
Ha-yoon lowered her head. On the clipboard in front of her hands, beside the struck line, spit had bloomed in a round blot.
The Owner came forward and bent at the waist. A white shirt sleeve descended in front of her lowered eyes. He took the fountain pen first, then lifted the clipboard. His shoes moved to her left, toward the bench, and stopped. A little later the same shoes turned back toward the door.
Surin took the chain down from the wall ring and brought it over. Under Ha-yoon's throat—click—the ring caught again. Surin held the handle out toward the bench.
"Guardian. You'll need to take her."
No one on the bench stood.
Ha-yoon turned her head to the left. Jae-hyuk sat where he had been, both hands resting on his knees. Beside his thigh, on the bench, the black fountain pen lay.
The ceiling light reached as far as the bench. On all fours, Ha-yoon's eyes came level with the knees of the seated Jae-hyuk.
Beneath the fall of his jacket, the front of his trousers stood up in a hard bulge.
Jae-hyuk drew the sides of his jacket together with both hands and covered himself. Even so, in the end, he could not rise from the bench.