To Mark's Room For The Night

As you lay on the floor catching your breath your mother comes to you with a towel. She says nothing as she cleans your face, with a look of concern on her face. After your all cleaned up, Mark announces the two of you are calling it a night. He grips the leash and tugs, pulling you up and towards the stairs, leading you up to his room for the night. You stumble, your arms wobble as you're **** to follow him on all fours. The sound of your family's murmurs and Gwen's heavy breathing fade into the background as you ascend the stairs. The only sound being the creaking of the steps beneath your hands and knees. As you enter your brother's room, you're immediately hit with the familiar scent of his cologne and the faint smell of sweat, you feel yourself becoming aroused again. "What is wrong with me?", you think to yourself. The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from the moon shining through the window. He closes the door behind you, the sound of the latch clicking into place echoing through the space. He leads you to the center of the room, where a large, plush dog bed sits on the floor. He gestures to the bed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Get on your bed, pet." he says, his voice low and commanding. "If you behave, life will be good. You'll get treats, and attention, and maybe even some privileges back" he says, softly as he pets your head. "But if you disobey, or try to escape... let's just say you won't like the consequences." He says coldly, pulling you hair a little. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do.