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The collar around Wednesday's neck tightens with every pull of the leash Joey holds in his hand, a sick smirk plastered across his face. He was in his stage outfit, even though they were in the comfort of their own hotel room. If Wednesday scooted just a little closer, he could probably see up Joey's skirt. He felt small like this, on his knees at Joey's feet. Usually, he was the one towering over Joey, but maybe he liked it more this way.
But he knew for sure he liked Joey's boots. He liked how they made Joey a few inches taller, how they hugged his legs almost perfectly. He wanted Joey to step on him. Joey tugs on the leash again, and Wednesday nearly chokes. He wonders if Joey could kill him like that, strangle him with the collar around his throat. "What are you?" Joey's voice is harsh, cold. Dominant. Wednesday wants Joey to belittle him for hours on end.
"Your dog-" Wednesday gasps, the insistent tugging on the leash making him breathless "A mutt-". Joey grins, sharp teeth on full display. He drops the leash, and just as Wednesday thinks he can get up, Joey stomps on the leash close enough to where it's connected to Wednesday's neck that he almost hits his head on the ground. Wednesday cranes his neck to look up at Joey through tear-filled eyes.
"Lick them clean, mutt..." Joey's shoving his boot into Wednesday's face, toe almost pressed against Wednesday's spit-slick lips. Wednesday is nothing if not obedient. His whole tough personality is a stage act. He'll do anything and everything Joey tells him to, whether it's for his own gain or not. So he does what he's told, he laps at the leather like it's a popsicle, the last meal he'll ever have the privilege to eat.
Joey stares like a kid in a candy store, grinning like a maniac as Wednesday licks his shoes clean. Joey liked attention; he liked being in charge more than anything. Wednesday was perfect for him, he'd shower him in compliments and then beg for mercy. He'd kneel until his knees bruised, all because he was told to. Joey loved it. He stepped off the leash to let Wednesday sit up more, watching him tongue along the laces and up to the edge of his boot.
"You're such a good boy, aren't you?" Wednesday full on moaned at Joey's words. Wednesday nods desperately, he knew better than to speak. Joey licked along his teeth, smirking as he pulled his foot away from Wednesday's face. "I think you've a reward.." Joey presses his heel against Wednesday's crotch, far harder for it to be comfortable. Wednesday gasps and moans and attempts to squirm away, but something about Joey reels him in. Joey kneels down, which is sort of difficult when you're stepping on someone else, and takes the leash in his hand, tugging Wednesday towards his other boot.
"Clean this one too."
