Dominance

So this happened.... after a bunch of established AU lore of my already being an AU
student x teacher fanfictions... I don't know if it would need some further explenations... but I will just.. drop it here for people who wanna read it again n 7 n

Overall Content Warnings:

BDSM roleplay, HUGE DadSon incest implications, other rather unsavory "implications", maw play(?)

Summary:

Lobo (The Student version of Muerte/Death) has been having trouble with beinf too rough and too dominant and thus asks someone he trusts more then anyone else for help to deal with this problem and get his hateful anger a little under control.

Characters:

Well Bernie is an added OC in this AU and takes a rather large role in Lobos life as his almost lifelong doctor, being now in protection by him as well.

It wasn't ever like him. To be dominated in any sense of the word, be it physical or mentally, nor was it ever possible for anyone to achieve that except for… one person in his life. All of which made the thought of even being dominated by someone feel like vomit being stuck in the back of his throat. It was a disgusting thought. So disgusting in fact that it almost seemed to bother him, especially with constant reminders everywhere. At home, in school and even when he’s surrounded by his loyal followers.
He can’t shake the feeling of having to be the one in power over others, so much so that his followers are experiencing the brute force of it constantly. He can’t stand it, that side of him.

So this day he chose to do something about it. Something he despised the thought of anyone else being the one to do this with, but even the one he had chosen he couldn’t quite stand the thought of them… ordering him around.
He stood in front of their door, his paws in the pockets of his black leather jacket, his thoughts sporadic and all over the place. He knew that they could help him with this, he still remembered the other times that they had helped him with utterly embarrassing things that he really didn’t have to remember now. With the click of the door his heart jump starts to pound in his chest.
With his face as stone cold, he watched the small creature rummage around behind the small crack of the door, opening it only slightly for their own safety. The eyes of the badger behind the door land on him and the door gets thrown open the instant they recognize him. His face softens when they ask what he’s doing at their place, if he’s been hurt or if he needs to be patched up again.
“Can you teach me something again?”

Still he couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth, even as he already sat there on the floor, his hands tied behind his back, tight enough that he couldn’t simply tear them off, but also loose enough that he could manage to escape if he wanted to. His eyes still nervously glazed around the room and over himself, he looked at his white dress shirt loosely covering his chest and his underwear, making his white furred legs look almost completely naked. He looked at anything except Bernie who stood right in front of him, examining him closely to make sure he was alright. "You seem nervous, are you sure about this?" Their head slightly tilted with worry and Lobo still avoided eye contact. "Of course I am…" he huffs as an answer. He was surely certain of wanting to do this, yet this state already left him quite humiliated in front of them. He wouldn’t even dare to ask when the last time was that they had seen him like this, it must have been years since the doctor gave him a full body exam. What a shameful request he had come back to them with.

As they stepped closer to him his head snapped away, making him flush red at his own reaction and regret it immediately. Their paw lands on his shoulder causing a static like tingle to move through his skin to his heart. “Yeah, of course you’d be nervous… but you’ll be alrigh–”
“Bern… don’t be like this…I told you to…” Leaning into them he reminded them of his demands before they started all this. Pained they watched his expression grow saddened, their paw clenched on his shoulder trying to fight the ache in themselves. “You know I can’t just…” They tried their best to make him look into their eyes, but the moment passed and Lobo seemed now more disappointed in them as before. Bernie wasn’t the type to strike a domineering tone against his little wolf, they couldn’t bring themselves to, not with his father already being such a menace to him at home. But they saw his expression and grew worried that he might regret ever having asked them to do this and they surely didn’t want to burden him with this as additional trauma.
Lobo’s eyes flicked shortly towards them before Bernie wanted to speak, a needy glow shone through his dimly mood as he whispered a word they hadn’t heard from him in a while.

“P… please…”

They swallowed and his eyes quickly returned to stare into the distance. Bern could clearly see how embarrassed he was. For him to plead like this, they couldn’t help but at least try, if it was something he needed so desperately then just a little bit couldn’t hurt, right?
His eyes flicked to them again as if to check if Bernie had heard him and oh they did. Bernie bit their lip and shifted their hand from his shoulder to his chin, taking a firm hold of it to make him look at them. As his wide eyes stared at them, they too, started to feel a certain tingle in their chest.
“Then at least look at me when you’re talking to me, would you do that for me, sweetheart?”
In his uncertainty they saw it flare up, that immediate reaction that he said he wanted to subdue, his nature of wanting to be aggressive and dominating. His mouth started to curl up in a slight snarl at their touch as they repositioned their grip on his chin and shook him around a slight bit. “Do you want me to muzzle you as well for this?” His hostility was instantly shot down with the question, his heart began to beat with intense nervousness again and Bernie could see that with the slight flush of his cheeks. It was a genuine inquiry for Bernie and surely wasn’t meant to get the reaction that it did, but seeing him like this, his stare fixated on them as if there was the possibility that it could happen, but Bernie was certain that it would just overwhelm him.

“Can you behave like a good boy without it?” His ears twitched at their words, the certain inflictions they had made him grow all the more nervous. It reminded him all too much of how he was talked to when he was younger. Bern had always been kind to him, always showed a caring side, but this, this felt a bit different. It made him remember and the thought of being treated like a dismissed little child again made him grumble. “Speak up, pup.”
He flinched away from them again, making their paw break contact from his chin, they stopped him from going further into that place where his mind drifted off to, this wasn’t the time nor the place for this. His growling grew as he tried his best to follow their demands and looked back to them before he answered. “..Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Their paw was back on his chin, turning him harshly to look at their eyes.
“I… I’ll behave.” With his words calm, his breath showed an indication that he was already starting to fight every fibre in his being to keep himself calm.

It still pained Bernie to have him restricted like this, sitting on the cold floor with barely anything on, yet his stare, filled with the same fierce energy as it so often did, gave them some sort of reassurance. “Good, good.” They let their paw wander from his chin back to his shoulder while moving around him to check on his hands and to make sure he’s fine. Lobo could feel their paw gliding over his shoulder to his arm and down to his wrist, caressing every crevice his muscles formed as if admiring their shape. They stood still next to him in thought, he couldn’t take the silence they left in the room while he felt their stare piercing through his back. His mind kept drifting to a place he certainly didn’t like and he tried his damndest to shake it off. They weren’t like him, they weren’t like him at all, but this exchange of power certainly didn’t let him shake that thought off.
“Are you comfortable?” Their paw tickled his palm with how softly they caressed it, making him flinch in return. The question reminded him of the feeling of the rope that has been bound around his wrists a few times, then a few more around his hands to spread the pressure. Surely he wouldn’t describe them as ‘comfortable’, but this was- “It’s fine.” He spoke before even thinking.

Their paw sliding underneath his shirt and stroking over his lower back made him jerk upwards by the sudden touch of a rather intimate place, his legs tensed as he lifted himself a few inches from the floor. “No. It’s not ‘fine’. You’re not supposed to suffer.” They dismissed his answer completely, letting their paw stay on his lower back at the start of his tail. Even just their dismissal got his throat rumbling with defiant energy, still he could feel his face start to swell with heat. “So tell me, pup, are you comfortable like this?”
He fought against his instinct to growl, to snap back at them, to even just turn and push them away from him. Their paw on his backside felt like it’s burning into the spot it stayed on. He tried to hide it in his voice, but still couldn’t stop the strained grumble from escaping his cords. “Yes… I’m comfortable.”
Their paw trailed further up on his side as they walked further around him, back to face him. He felt a slight shiver spark through his side with the feeling of them brushing through his fur like that, this wasn’t exactly what he meant when he told them any amount of petting was fine, this wasn’t exactly it, but yet… His gaze followed them as they stepped back in front of him. “I’m sure that you are.”
He hated the tone of their words and how they slowly began to strike the exact cords he had asked them to. “I’m sure my little puppy is quite comfortable, sitting on the floor where he belongs.” His eyes snapped to them as Bernie got into view again, a soft smile on their face as they spoke.

He felt the need to lash out, tell them off, even bite into them, push them away, anything to overpower them and make them submit to him, he hated it. He flinched away as he felt a slight twitch in their paw on his fur. “I wonder how your people would react if they saw you like this.” The soft tone in their voice did nothing to lessen the impact of their words in the slightest. “Looking so humiliated, so desperate, so weak.” Their paw retreated from him as they followed his avoidant gaze. “Look at me, pup.” He felt his teeth gnash and his lips curl, his chest so tight with anger, how dare they bring his followers into this. Their eyes met again and Bernie was struck with such an intense look that they had to swallow. Their lips quivering slightly with something other than fear. “You look like you want to rip me apart.” The safe distance between them and the look in their eyes made Lobo realize his intense reaction, yet he couldn’t help himself. He huffs strong breathers in hopes to calm down.
“But you wouldn’t do that would you?” Their voice filled with such a loving tone that it made his stomach twist. He would never, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t ever want to break Bernie’s trust in him. As much as Bernie was hurt already, all the wounds physically and mentally that were his fault, yet their trust was something he treasured more than anything. “C’mon, speak up when you’re asked a question.”
The words were almost inaudible underneath all the growling, but he still managed to speak as they demanded. “I would never.”

That soft loving smile returned to Bernie’s face. They watched as he leaned forward, trying to take control of his breathing to subdue his growling. “Then show me.” He twitched and his eyes lit up again, he saw their paw held towards him, as if to call him over. He saw how they expected him to do something, but he couldn’t quite tell what. “Come here, sweetheart.” Their words struck a chord in him. Their constant sweetness in their words made those incessant comparisons flare up again and again in his mind. He gnashes his teeth again in disgust of following a command that someone else gave him. Carefully he made his way on his knees to inch towards them, leaning forward towards their paw. He couldn’t stop his snarling, his growling, it was completely against his nature to do what others told him, so completely against his… He looked at their soft eyes and his snarling snout landed on their small paw.
“Good, you’re doing so good.” Their other paw stroked over the folds of his snarl, completely trusting him that he wouldn’t lash out at them at all. “Now…” Bernie continued and moved his paw in front of his face. “Open your mouth.”
What?
The snarling stopped as his face froze in disbelief.
What did they just want him to do?
They lovingly repeated their demands, "show me that you wouldn't hurt me, sweetheart."
Absolutely speechless he slowly opened his mouth, enough to let their small paw slip between his front teeth.. They didn’t do much, just holding onto his front teeth as they waited. “Look. I knew you wouldn’t be able to hurt me.” Their other paw stayed on his nose bridge, smoothing out the folds of his snarl as he still questioned what was happening.

Saying it as if he couldn’t couldn’t rip their fingers off with one quick bite at any second infuriated him. For once in his life he would be able to easily rip apart the person who made him feel this inferior, of course he wouldn’t dare to harm Bernie as he put them into this role. But clearly he could and his mind surely thought about it. He thought about gnashing his teeth against their bones, showing them just how capable he was. How strong he was. Wanting to make them apologise for ever undermining him like this. Wanting to make them beg and plead for him to stop.
His jaw started to shake and quiver with the thoughts plaguing his mind as he stared right into their eyes. They were so filled with love and trust and yet he wanted to break them with hopelessness.

He felt a sudden shudder come over his body, making every muscle tremble and his fur stand on end. His head snapped away from them as he felt that something wasn’t quite right. “..r– Orange.” His breath quickened and Bernie could see the shocked expression in his face.
“Tell me what happened, do you want me to slow down and take a step back?” The words reached his head but he couldn’t quite answer as he was still struck by a certain realisation.
“B-Bern… This… this is…” They examined him closely to figure out what was wrong, he leaned forward so far that his head was even below their eye level, his ears pinned back, his tail tucked in and his legs suddenly closed tightly. He seemed so flushed with embarrassment that it almost seemed familiar to them. His shirt hung so loosely around his stomach and hips that it was hard for them to confirm their suspicions.

“Are you…” Bernie hesitated to ask.
“I’m… sorry, this wasn’t meant to be like this… it just…” He was so apologetic all of the sudden, he had to know that this wasn’t something Bernie would mind. After all, they had already taught him about that side of the male experience, hadn’t they?
“Show me.” A soft demand whispered into his ear, they didn’t want to sound too harsh to give him enough space to back out of it. “Bern… are you sure…”
“Shh… you’re doing good, puppy, you’re doing absolutely fine.” They speak soft praises into his ear while they stroke his back. “Now straighten your posture for me, will you?”
He nods his head slightly and takes a deep breath. He had never felt this fucking vulnerable in front of someone, he never felt this fucking ashamed of this happening before. He takes in the feeling of Bernie’s paw on his back, their slow and even pace of stroking over him felt like a calming blanket over his heart. He slowly straightened out his back, lifting his dress shirt with the action.
“This is a completely normal reaction for a wolf like you.” They pet his cheek to let him know that they hadn’t looked at him yet, so he could further relax. “An erection is there to further show dominance in a fight for status and you seem to be fighting so hard with yourself, baby. It’s alright. This is a completely normal reaction.”

Such an embarrassing miserable state that he was in. And then around Bernie. He had always looked for comfort in them when he was a child and certainly their words felt like they were putting out the panicked fire inside of him with every word. Still to be in such a state around them, to have them this close when he can clearly feel himself rubbing against his underwear. What a horrid feeling.
“How do you feel about it?” They ask with their paw on his shoulder accompanying him in his agony, all he could do was shake his head. “Do you want me to do something about it?”
Ah, he knew it. They still remember the time where something like this had happened before. He was just as embarrassed about it back then when he asked them to teach him about it. Still, he was older now, he knew better now didn’t he?
“Bern…” His voice stiff between all his harsh deep breaths. “Would you… continue with this…?”
Bernie bit their lips and swallowed in return. “If you can tell me your color.” Lobo met their eyes with hesitation, but didn’t avert his gaze after that. “Green… yours?”
Bernie looked down on him, seeing his grey underwear having a dark, damp spot already, they were sure it was the struggle inside of him causing this and nothing else. Nothing else.
“Green.”

Lobo kept his back straight, his shirt revealing the bulge in his underwear, breathing harshly with a flushed face as Bernie kept staring at him. “Would you like me to… push a little further?” This time he averted his eyes as he nodded in agreement. “What’s the magic word, puppy?” Their paw on his jawline, stroking carefully placed little pats of encouragement. His breath hitched for a small second. “...please…”
“Good, what a good puppy you are.” with both of them calming down after the little mishap, Bernie makes Lobo do small insignificant things like turning around, bending back down, following them through the room and making him in a specific spot against the wall, small harmless thing that slowly but surely managed to get back the deficiency in the wolf. And slowly but surely managed to get back that fierce stare in his eyes, looking at them as if he'd lash out at any second. It left quite the thrill in Bernie to command such a beast which they knew would never put a scratch on them.

"So obedient." They tut as they step closer, one paw landing on his chest, the other on his cheek. Their playful and downright mocking tone drove him quite mad. "Can you open your mouth again for me?" The slight folds of his snarl increased as he parted his lips, with pleasure he bared his teeth at them again. A slight pat on his cheek accompanied their praising words this time as they held their other hand close to his teeth again. "I know you want to stop me from ordering you around, but I know you won't be able to hurt me, right baby?"
The words in his ears made him flinch towards their harm, raised so deliciously close to just rip into it. It would shut them up quite quickly, no more taunting words, he'd have the upper hand again so quickly. Another moment passed and Lobo stood still, his breath dampening their fur, his teeth just hairs away from touching them.
"Good. You're such a good boy, puppy." There was a slight pull on his cheek, a familiar graze of a claw on his skin that made his heart sink a little. Suddenly it felt like a snare closed around his neck, if only he could, if only he could sink his teeth into the person that made him feel like this time and time again. His teeth started to close around their arm and his canines locked their arm in his mouth. His breath grew erratic and his eyes wide, the thought of overpowering Bernie had vanished and was seemingly replaced by the haunting memory of his dad tugging at his cheek and leaving a small wound where his thumb claw grazed his skin. He’d tear his arm off any time of the day if he could. “Shhh, baby, you’re doing good, I know you won’t hurt me, right?” Their soft voice in his ears made him realise that his teeth were already kissing their skin as he pulled his mouth back open again. Bernie’s paw grazed his teeth and lips as they retreated, on the other side he felt their snout brushing over his cheek. “You’re such a good puppy, I’m so proud of you.” They leave his cheek and return their paw to his chest, stroking it at a slow and even pace, leaving Lobo to pant heavily with his mouth still open. His hips shifted with the same sensation that he had been feeling for a while now getting much stronger. “Tell me, sweetheart, what do you have on your mind? What do you want to do with me?” Bernie had clearly noticed his state getting worse and they wanted to tease it further out of him, push a little harder, not only after he requested it.
He swallows hesitantly. “I can see it, that you want to do something to me, what is it?”

He swallows again, opening his eyes as he lets his mind drift towards his fantasies.
“I… I wanted to rip your arm off.” He starts. “Hmm… and what else?”
“I want to… push you off, break your bones, make you tremble with fear. I want to see you hopeless in front of me, without any power over me… I want…” He stops himself as his thoughts wander to places he knows he shouldn’t go to, but this damn body of his makes it difficult to ignore. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want to… see you quiver below me… I want to rip your clothes, take your dignity…” He sucks in a breath as the sensation grows so much stronger, he should stop, stop right here and now, stop before they can know anything that could hurt their relationship.
“What else is there?”
“I want to… to…”
“...Fuck me?”
He winced and let out a loud moan as their words got accompanied by their paw landing on his underwear. “B-bernie… I…” his voice gets caught in his throat as they let their paw move over his erection. “But I won’t let you do that, will I?”
They push their paw further down, making the young wolf gasp and wince with the aching sensation that his part had been longing for. “You want to show me who the one in charge is…” Their other paw gently pressed onto his shoulder, making him move back as if told to. “But you’re quite powerless against me, aren’t you?”

He was.
Right at this moment he was at their mercy, only feeling the relief in his member as they stroked over it. Powerless to them. Powerless to his instincts. Powerless against his dad.
His head snapped back and hit the wall. His dad?! He yelped and squirmed below their paw, why the fuck did that just cross his mind?! Fuck. As if he opened a floodgate his mind swirled further with terrible things. This whole situation just made him feel too much like being powerless against that menace in his life. Powerless to do anything against him, being at his mercy, his command. “You hate that thought, don’t you?” Even the teasing tone in Bernies voice didn’t quite sound like them anymore in his head. Under his breath he could muster a few words. “Bernie… please…” His hips bucked as if their touch wasn’t enough, but it was too much for him. Not being able to see or know his other internal struggle Bernie pulled at his underwear and exposed him. They now stroked over his naked skin and let him collapse onto their shoulder, holding him with his paw placed on his back.

He couldn’t take it.

All he could think about was his dad and how he had pushed him around just this morning.
Bernie's paw reached further below to his swelling knot, caressing it with their paw pads.
How his dad had harshly shoved him against a wall, his hand closely placed near his throat to grab his shirt.
Bernie's paw slid back up to his tip, pressing firmly against him.
All his dad did was to say words that sounded like sweet praise when all he meant was to put him in his place.

He couldn’t take any of it.

“Bernie, please… please…” He meant to beg them to stop, but he couldn’t muster anything else, overwhelmed with where his mind went and with the sensation around him, he couldn’t take it. He tried to hold his breath, but whatever Bernie was doing and saying just felt so damn good that he didn’t even want them to stop.
They gently caressed the back of his neck, whispering sweet praises in his ear, all of which he couldn’t quite take in at the moment.
“You’re being such a good boy, son.” He didn’t know if that had slipped out of their mouth by accident or not, but now it had been too late. His mind twisted with the intense lust growing, the thoughts of wanting to dominate and the vision of his dad… underneath him… praising him… it all mixed into an intense cocktail. It all got too much and he burst into tears on the spot. “Stop! Stop… Red. Red, red, red, Bernie please.” His voice was loud and filled to the brim with the intense struggle and fear in him

Bernie stopped as soon as he started to speak, the motion stopped but their paw left him too late. With his head still filled with these terrible pictures, he felt himself throb so intensely as he collapsed to the ground. His hips were still twitching and moving when his shoulders landed on the floor. It had been too late.
He gasped loudly after the incredible tension left his body, falling to the side to reveal he came on the floor, spraying his liquid all over it.

His eyes shot open with the shock of what just happened, he squirmed further on the floor until Bernie finally managed to cut him loose from his restrictions. They quickly moved towards his head wanting to caress him and ask him what happened, but as the tears started to stream down his face all they could do was to watch in horror at what they had done.