Mutt, Butch, Fag

Need to wake up next to him unbelievably hard and craving his scent. At first it starts with me just cozying up to him so I could sniff at him. He smells so good I can’t help but wrap my arms around him and bring myself closer. He squirms just a little but doesn’t wake up.

I bury my nose into his neck and continue to sniff at him. A kiss or two wouldn’t hurt would it? Just a few light ones and I’ll be done. After the first few kisses it’s just not enough so I start to lick and suck at his neck. He’s so pretty when he sleeps I can’t help it. It’s not my fault.

I can feel him breathing against my chest and it wouldn’t hurt to press closer would it? I’m pressing my boner into his side but it’s fine he’s not waking up or anything. My hips start to move but I’m being so gentle I couldn’t wake him up like this. Maybe I could lay on top of him now. That’s how we fell asleep after all, there’s no way he would wake up. I can grind on him just a little bit right? I’ll shove my face back into his neck huffing his scent. It doesn’t take long for me to get carried away like that. Oh he feels so good beneath me maybe I could-

His still sleeping body shifts as I pull down his sleep shorts. It’s just his pants though. I wouldn’t ever do more than that. Oh but the outline of his cock in his boxers is so nice. Maybe I’ll just sniff a little, that’s all. I bury my nose into his crotch and huff until eventually that’s not enough either. I start to mouth him through his boxers before eventually those are off too.

Fuck he’s so pretty- he’s starting to open his eyes. I’ve gotta finish this up. Despite that I’m taking hold of his cock and gently sucking on the tip. Doesn’t take me long to to notice I’ve been neglecting his hole. Every part of him deserves the same amount of attention. So I start to lap at it. He’s started to lift his head mumbling something incoherently. My tounge is too deep into him to explain myself.

He’s squirming and attempting to push my head away but he’s still half asleep. He’s whimpering and calling me a ‘bad boy’, ‘bad dog’. I can’t stop now though. This is the only time I’d be able to get away with something like this. He’s too sleepy to properly push me off and punish me. I keep lapping at his poor little hole but I’m just getting so hard I have to relive myself.

I mumble an apology as I lift my head before getting on top of him again. The look on his face tells me he can’t believe his puppy is doing something like this. He’s trained me so well I rarely ever disobey anymore. I never put my wants over his, but tonight I just couldn’t help it. I know the punishment for this is going to horrible but I’m too deep into it.

At first I’m just uselessly rutting against his hole. He’s berating me and calling me all sorts of names but is too groggy to fight me off. Finally I manage to slip inside and it’s amzing. I’ve never been inside him before and it’s like nothing else. He’s so warm and god he’s squeezing my puppy part so hard. Immediately I start fucking him erratically. I pound into his hole like a dog in heat as he kicks and keeps trying to push me off. I just can’t, even if I wanted to.

It only takes a few minutes for me to cum inside his poor hole and he’s so frustrated with me but he can’t stop himself from whining. Even after I finish I’m still rutting into him. He’s given up on trying to push me off, I’m too determined to stop.

taking you for a drive after leaving some rager, you're drunk, high, the weed was laced with something but you're too far gone to figure that out. we're driving down backroads and watching my brights get swallowed up by the darkness in the wilderness. i've parked— you must have missed that— and you're slumping out of the car, waiting for me to force you to your feet. i do, predictably, and the haze of the drugs takes your mind out of commission and when you come to, you're in the back of the cab. someone's in the passenger seat, in your place, and we're talking like you're still dead to the world.

you don't know why, but the fact that we've donned masks is making you uneasy. you can see my eyes, but they've taken on an odd light. something different and unmistakably eager. the new passenger looks back at you— another butch— then they exchange a look with me. a silent they're up. you vaguely notice when i pull off the road again, this time they pull you out. i leave you with my friend with the promise of a good time, i just have to check on something. suddenly, i'm gone, and you're realizing that i've left you with a stranger. you're violently crossfaded and your head just rolls back when my friend takes you and pushes you over the hood of the truck. there's a prick in your arm and you belatedly look up, wondering why everything feels so distant and why you're beginning to feel so numb.

i come back, bulging sack in hand right as the paralytic works its way into your system. your eyes are wild, wide, snapping back and forth between my friend and i.

it'll be fun, don't worry. i've leaned over the hood on the opposite side of the truck to look at you. under the beanie and the mask, maybe you can pretend to find some kindness there.

the other butch has their hands digging into your hips, impatiently yanking down your clothes while i cup your face. it's scary, huh? i'm wearing gloves and the leather is rough against your cheek. don't worry, we're just gonna— my thumb presses against your lip— use these holes. it's just for tonight.

the other butch cackles at that and i see the moment they work their thick fingers into you. my thumb pushes into your mouth, between your teeth, warming on your tongue. maybe you don't bite because you know what i'd do if you tried that. i push my thumb deeper until i feel your throat around it, gagging, choking, sucking me deeper like a pussy.

it's not long until my friend gets bored with fingering you. they've loosened you up— i left the warmth of your mouth for a moment to check out their work on you. you're so wet, you can't be that scared. they start pounding you with the strap i brought. they're not nice— your body is forced forward against the hood every time they thrust.

on the other side, where i am, i've got your head in my hands, crotch inches from your face. you won't get to eat me out, you know that, but it doesn't stop you from looking up at me, pleading, out of your mind, and it almost looks like you're asking for it. so i give it to you— fist tight in the roots of your hair, other hand clenched so forcefully around your throat that tears instantly well up in your eyes.

is this what you wanted, huh? my friend is hunched over your back and i wrench your head up so you can hear them better.

you're gasping, sobbing openly now, not a shred of clarity in your fucked-out expression. but you say it— yes, yeah. some mumbled, embarrassed variation of give it to me.