Title:Adventures of Dog Boy
By: tayla
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Gil/Greg
Rating: FRAO
Category: Drama, Smut
Archive: Yes to WWOMB/Peja. All others please ask
Feedback: Yes, please. All constructive criticism will be graciously accepted
Series/Sequel: Part of my Master Gil, Slave Greg Series
Disclaimers: CSI and its characters belong to Anthony Zuiker and CBS broadcasting company. The author makes no profit and no infringement is intended.
Authors Notes: This is a piece of a longer fic that I got stalled out on, but I thought you all might appreciate it anyway, even though it's not finished
Summary: Gil and Greg take a road trip and play some games.
Warnings: BDSM and D/s themes. And role playing

We pulled into a parking lot of a pet supply store and I looked askance at him. Neither of us had a pet. Well, he did if you count the cockroaches and the tarantulas, but I can't imagine that a store like this would supply items for such…exotic pets as those.

He got out of the truck and I followed him. The laid back, easy going Gil was gone now. This Gil was alert and focused. A man with a purpose. I recognized him immediately.

My Master.

He strode into the store and I followed a few steps behind him. I was dying to ask what the hell we were doing here, but I didn't think that would be appropriate. You see, the Master had emerged, and just his attitude had me falling into my slave role very quickly and easily. And Master Gil did not take kindly to questions from slave greg.

He went to the dog supply section and began to look through the display of collars. And even though it might earn me a punishment, I had to ask the question.

"Are you thinking of getting a dog?"

He didn't turn to look at me. But he did answer. "No. I'm picking out a collar for you." He said matter-of-factly.

Okay, didn't expect that. "Um, you know, they sell these at adult stores too."

"Yes, but if you get it at an Adult Shop, it's not really a dog collar, now is it?"

Can't fault his logic.

"What's your neck measurement?" He asked me next.

"Fifteen and a half."

Gil pulled a couple of 18" collars off the hook and held them up side by side, considering. One was red leather with silver studs riveted to it. The other was plain black.

"Hmm. I like the studs on this one, but I'm not sure about the red. This one is plainer, but black is always nice. What do you think?"

I just blinked at him, shocked that he could be so blasé about this. Like we were picking out t-shirts or socks or something. But we weren't. He was picking a collar for me. Something that I would wear to mark me as his.

He was still trying to decide between the two he held. I decided to get into this little fantasy shopping trip and turned to look at the display to see if anything caught my eye. I saw one and as soon as I put my hands on it I knew it was the right one.

I was about to tap his arm to get his attention. That would have been a big mistake, with him in Master mode and all. So I just stood beside him quietly with my eyes downcast, waiting until he acknowledged me.

"Have you found something?"

"Yes, Master." I said, a little breathless. I was excited. We had never played games in public before.

I handed him the collar I had found. It was black with silver studs.

"Why this one?" He asked

"It's higher quality. The other two aren't real leather. This one is softer, and it's lined with suede. It will be less irritating.

His fingers caressed the inside of the collar noting the soft suede.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes sir."

"All right then, let's see if it fits." He wrapped it around my neck and fastened it. It was snug. Not tight enough to restrict my breathing, but tight enough so that I couldn't forget that it was there. My cock twitched in my pants. His mouth twitched in that sexy little half grin. He knows what he's doing to me. He knows exactly what he's doing.

He stood back and assessed for a moment. "Hmm, I don't know. I still kind of like the red one."

I lowered my eyes to the floor again. "Whatever you say, Master."

I wasn't looking at him, so I couldn't see the expression on his face, but he reached out and ruffled my hair.

Petting me.

Good God, he's petting me, and I tremble a bit at the contact.

I can see that he's still fingering the red one. But then he tossed it back onto the shelf.

"Black one it is. You're right, it is softer. I don't want your skin being irritated."

"Thank you, Master." I whispered.

He unfastened the collar and we made are way up to the cashier. He paid for the collar, and the cashier pointed out that it had a silver plate riveted to it, suitable for engraving. She directed us to customer service, where they could engrave it free of charge.

The clerk took the collar from Gil. "Oh this is a nice one, sir. One of the only ones we have in stock that's real leather."

"Yes, I noticed that." Gil answered him.

"How should I engrave it?"

"My pets name is Greg."

The clerk blinked, but began engraving. When he was finished, he handed it back.

"Greg. That's an unusual name for a dog." He commented.

The evil Master sneer spread across Gil's face. "I didn't say 'dog', I said 'pet'." And then he turned to me and fastened the thing around my neck, turning it so that the name plate was front and center. I thought the clerk was gonna shit. He stared at us, wide eyed, as Gil leaned forward and brushed my lips with his.

My cock was doing more than just twitching. It was sitting up and begging now. Kind of an appropriate metaphor, considering I had just been fitted with a dog collar.

"Let's get out of here." He breathed in my ear.

We were almost out the door when I thought of something.

"Um, there's something else I'd like to get if you don't mind, Master."

He consented. I went back into the store while he waited by the door.

I went back into the dog section and found what I wanted quickly. I returned to the cashier and paid for my item.

The cashier giggled when she saw the collar around my neck and took note of what I was purchasing.

"Do you need a bag?" She asked me.

"No, I'll just wear it." I clipped it to the collar. It was a chain link leash, shiny nickel chrome, with a black leather strap for a handle that matched the collar. It weighed heavily on my neck. That's why I got it instead of a leather or a nylon leash. I wanted to feel the weight of it.

I found Gil leaning against the wall just inside the door. He stared at me inscrutably as I handed him the handle of the leash. He slipped it over his left wrist and fingered the silver links before wrapping his right hand around the chain and pulling me to him. He kissed me again, sucking hungrily on my bottom lip and stabbing his tongue into my mouth. His petted his hand through my hair again, before pushing me back.

He led me out of the store and across the parking lot, tugging on the leash. I was a bit confused when he opened the back of the truck, and then I realized that he had planned the whole trip. While we had been in the store, someone had installed a kennel cage in the back of his SUV. He gestured for me to get into the back of the truck.

Of course, I had no choice but to obey him. I crawled into the back on all fours, and he unclipped the leash and stuck it in his pocket. He closed the tailgate, reached in and, honest to god, scratched me behind the ear and said "Good boy" before closing the window.

Oh my, he's really getting into this pet fantasy.

We had never really talked about anything like this, but it didn't seem and more extreme than the other Master/slave games we played. And I suppose he would quit it if I used that safe word.

But I hadn't felt the need to use that word at all, and I wasn't going to use it now. It might not be my exact fantasy, but if Gil was enjoying himself, I could roll with it. And my cock was certainly interested. It was still throbbing in my pants.

I made myself comfortable on the floor of the cage and watched the passing scenery, trying to get myself further into the role. I not only had to be submissive, I had to be doglike.

Obedient.

Loyal.

Fawning.

I could do that.

end