corvidity

Until he sees bunny humping a pillow, fast and sloppy and making pretty little squeaks. Puppy can’t stop his tail from wagging, he knows this game it’s his favorite to play. Without wasting a second puppy is ontop of bunny, biting their neck and squishing his cock inside the bunny’s pretty little hole. Bunny lets out so many pretty noises, and puppy’s tail is wagging so fast.

and it talked about being like leashed to your owners belt loop and i think that would be nice,, imagine your owner is like workin and youre sitting under their desk, unable to go anywhere else,, you start to get all whiny and pouty and your owner notices and just shoves their fingers in your mouth to shut you up,,

or Alternatively if its like a really short chain so youre forced to have your head in your owners lap and every time you slightly move your head you can feel them growing harder and makin little noises,, you eventually start teasing them and they get tired of it and unzip their pants and before you can react they shove their cock down your throat and they hold your leash in a way you cant pull off

So naturally he just figured this was life, this would be his normal. He would never know what an orgasm feels like, he would only have stories and fantasies to go off of. And now he was…something, with another trans boy. They’d make out, touch eachother under the pants, and yeah he’s gone down on this boy. But everytime he tries to reciprocate…he tells him it’s okay. That he doesn’t need it. He really doesn’t want to fake it with this guy.

“It won’t work.” He finally admits, feeling the familiar sting in his eyes. “It’s not even worth trying because I’m not designed that way. It doesn’t feel like anything to me. I like getting you off but you trying to get me off is just going to be a waste of time.”

And oh how wrong he was. After alot of coaxing and promises that he won’t be disappointed if it doesn’t happen, he relents. And he’s touched like he’s never been before. Careful hands that touch him like they’re familiar with his every nerve, knowing when and where to curl and push. He feels tingles in his spine, tiny explosions bursting off his skin. It’s unfair that he’s able to touch him like this, when he isn’t even able to touch himself like that. His head is thrown back in pleasure, hips faltering and toes curling while he cries out for his new found savior. He’s on a high that no drug could ever match, and maybe that’s why when it’s over he’s grabbing his wrist and trying to hump his hand.