Page 1 of Club Royal: Calendar Collection

Henry

Henry stared down at the item in his hand. “I don’t know about this,” he said, running his fingers over the leather leash.

“But a leash? And going outside like it? What would people think?”

“It’s only around the pond for a bit of fresh air. It’s unlikely anyone will see us, but we’ll be wearing masks, too. Even if people got photos, there would be no way they’d be able to tell it was us.”

Henry’s stomach swooped, his mouth drying at the thought. He didn’t hide his puppy side of himself from his family and friends, but most of the population had no idea he dressed as a pup in his free time. And quite rightly, too. He could just imagine the uproar it would cause.

Robert slid the leash from Henry’s hand and put it on the table before reaching around him and settling his hands on his back, rubbing in slow circles, his bracelets gently clinking together. “It was just an idea. You have veto power.”

Henry stared into the bright green eyes of his husband, losing himself in their depths.

Whenever he felt adrift, all he had to do was look at Robert, and everything realigned again.

Fixating on one stray black strand of hair that curled around Robert’s temple, Henry breathed, trying to determine exactly what it was about the situation that worried him the most.

He lowered his eyes. “I suppose it’s just that there’s an expanse of flat land, and if photographers have really good equipment, they’d still be able to take photos.”

Robert nodded, pressing his lips to Henry’s head.

“They will, yes. And they can guess and speculate as much as they want about who it was. They could say without a doubt that it was us, but there would be no actual proof. You know what the media is like. Whether or not it’s true, they write it as fact.

So most people will know it’s not the truth, and those that don’t…

” Robert shrugged, “don’t matter.” He cupped Henry’s chin, lifting his head.

“But if you’re set against it, that’s absolutely fine. ”

Henry took in his husband’s green eyeshadow and black eyeliner that Henry had learnt to apply—both on himself and Robert—and scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. “Okay.”

Robert tilted his head, his mouth curving. “Okay, what? Which part?”

“Let’s do it. Can we get the security team to do a quick search of the property to make sure no one is around first, though?”

Robert smiled. “Of course we can. We can have the others here if that would make it easier.”

Henry’s heart skipped. “No!” He exhaled. “No. It might make people more inclined to think it’s one of us if there are more of us here.”

Robert nodded. “Good point. There’s no rush, though. We can do this another day.”

Henry shook his head. “Let’s do it now, while I still have some semblance of courage.”

Robert lifted to his toes and pressed their lips together, a swipe of his tongue across Henry’s lower lip making heat pool in his lower body, readying for something more. But Robert pulled back and smiled again.

“I’ll get in contact with Brett and ask him to pass the extra check through to the team. They’ll let us know when it’s done, I’m sure.”

Robert disappeared out of the room, and Henry stared at the normally unthreatening leash.

Not that he hadn’t worn one before. He had.

But it had been behind the closed doors of their bedroom, keeping him from moving where Robert didn’t want him to go.

Like that, it wasn’t so much a leash, more a restraint, but this felt different.

He tore his gaze away and paced the length of the room, wringing his hands. He had no idea how long he’d been doing it when Robert returned.

“They’re doing the sweep now. Brett will message when it’s complete, but it shouldn’t take long. Let’s get changed.”

Robert’s tone brooked no argument, just like Henry liked it, and he headed straight for their bedroom, dropping to his knees beside the bed.

Over the two years they’d been together, they’d found their happy place with what they enjoyed and what they didn’t, and Robert enjoyed spending the time dressing Henry.

So, Henry waited on his knees while Robert fetched the leather quilted pup suit.

His shoulders lowered as he knelt, his body instinctively knowing what was coming was a good thing, and he closed his eyes, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth.

The gentle clink, rustle and slide of Robert moving around the room didn’t worry him in the slightest, and he allowed himself to float in the haze of waiting.

“Sweetheart?” Robert whispered, and Henry blinked until he came into focus.

Robert’s smile was breathtaking, and Henry would never tire of it.

“Let’s get you ready,” he murmured, not breaking the softness of the moment.

He held out his hand, and Henry slid his own into it, lifting to his feet as Robert tugged.

“I’ve gone for the extra padded version today because of the layer of snow we’ve had. It should protect you enough, but if it doesn’t, you need to let me know immediately.”

He spoke while his sure, steady hands unfastened his shirt buttons, pushing the fabric from his shoulders to the floor.

They did the same for his trousers and boxers, and Henry stepped out of them, naked as the day he was born.

Robert reached towards the bed, grabbing the bodysuit he would need to stop the leather chafing his skin.

He held it at Henry’s feet, and Henry stepped into it, one foot at a time, goosebumps rising as Robert pulled the fabric up his legs.

It was like a second skin for a reason, and Henry moved back and forth as Robert fitted it to him.

Robert even adjusted his cock so it wasn’t uncomfortable, and Henry no longer blushed at the move.

As Robert reached for the leather suit, Henry’s brain began sinking into pupspace.

There was something about the slide of the leather, the sound of the buckles being fastened, the comfort of being wrapped up in a puppy suit cocoon that took him down into being Dusty as easily as anything else.

Settling Henry on the bed, Robert knelt and slid on his shoes and his gloves, and then he rose, standing before Henry like the handler he was.

“Ready?”

Henry’s mouth curved. “Always,” he whispered.

And he was. Whenever he was Dusty, Robert took care of him.

He had never forgotten about him or hurt him or anything bad, and Henry knew he never would.

It was why he didn’t ask about the security sweep.

He already knew Robert wouldn’t allow this if they had found something, and so Henry let it go.

As the leather mask covered his face, he closed his eyes again, letting his body relax into being Dusty, and the moment the last buckle rustled closed, he slipped off the bed and sank to his knees.

Dusty nuzzled against Master’s hand, earning a chuckle and a head scratch. He yipped and spun in a circle and then headed for the door.

“Okay, okay!” Master slipped his mask over his face and joined Dusty, the long leash in his hand. He held it up for Dusty to see. “Walk?”

Dusty yipped again, his muscles bunching with the need to run, but he stayed still, knowing Master needed to clip it to him, which he did. Master looped it around his wrist and opened the door, and Dusty raced out, whining when the leash stopped him from scrambling away.

“Easy, Dusty. Don’t hurt yourself.”

Dusty whined as Master stepped beside him, and then he scampered beside him, sliding a little on the slippy floor as he rose to look out of the window.

“Come on, Dusty. Let’s go for a walk.”

Dusty yipped and followed Master. When cooler air reached him, he slowed, and the leash tugged at him, but Master stopped and waited for him. Dusty took another step forward, whining. His stomach churned.

“It’s okay, Dusty. I’m here.”

Dusty whined again as he stepped closer, leaning his head around the open door. His gaze took in the outside world, and his stomach swirled some more. Master’s hand patted his head.

“Would you like to see what’s out there?”

Dusty moved another step and then another until he was outside. He shivered when the cool breeze flowed over him, and he shook himself. The expanse of white sent sparkles through the air.

“It’s a little chilly. We won’t stay out for long. Come on, Dusty. Let’s go.”

Dusty followed Master, and they wandered along the path towards some water, and Dusty yipped.

“No. No jumping in this water. We’d never get you out again, and it’ll be ice cold. Maybe one day we can get the sprinklers working and you can have fun that way.”

Dusty ran around in a circle, distracted by the prints left in the snow from his movements, and Master laughed. They stopped by the side of the large pond and Dusty moved closer, leaning down to bat his paw at the surface.

“Careful.”

Dusty sat back, looking around them, and then turned and tugged Master further.

The grass was softer on him, though still cold, and he stopped every so often to bat at the water again.

When they reached the other side, Master pulled him to a stop.

He sat on a bench after swiping away the thin layer of snow and called for Dusty to sit, which he did.

“Time for a rest.” Master held some water for Dusty to drink and then placed some treats in a bowl on the ground. “Eat up.”

Dusty did, chasing the tasty treats around until he ate them all. He licked his lips and reached for more drink. Once he was satiated, he slumped to the floor, resting his head on his paws and staring at the ripples of the water and the snow-covered ground.

“Time to get back, Dusty,” Master said, and Dusty unfurled himself, stretching from his rested position. He was cold, and he shivered. “Yes, we were out here a little longer than I expected. We’ll warm up inside.”