Muttposting

Robby, a big old bear, who offers to pay out of pocket for his boy’s medical needs, as long as it means he gets to keep Dennis as his boy. Robby, who insists on doing Dennis’ T shot for him because he likes the control. Robby, who slowly switches out Dennis’ current closet for more rugged masculine clothing. Robby, who settles onto his knees to check Dennis’ bottom growth just to make sure the testosterone is “working properly.”

robby scrolling on his phone, bored, absentminded. he can feel dennis's tears drip onto his chest, his face burrowed there, sobbing out moans against the older man's skin, hips fucking at a jack-rabbit pace that does little for robby.

he knows dennis likes it, the humiliation of it, setting his phone aside and glancing down at the desperate mutt, huffing out a laugh. I can barely feel you, pup. trying so hard to fuck your daddy stupid and all you've managed is to fuck yourself stupid, huh? dumb little thing. just blow your load, puppy, know you're trying sooo hard to hold it back. to, what, please me? cute. cmon, puppyy, just make your little mess.

robby clenches purposefully around the pitiful intrusion of dennis's throbbing dick, lips quirked up in a grin as the boy yelps and whines, hips stuttering as he spurts inside robby's ass, all tremory and weak, still sniffling against robby's skin. robby coos oh, you poor little thing. tried so hard, didn't you, didn't youu? shh, that's okay, you're just a puppy, after all. little puppy with your little cocklet. yeahh, awww, it's okayyy.

dennis shakily pulls out, softening dick slipping from robby's wet hole, the lingering sensitivity making him whimper. he still wants to be good, wants owner to cum, so he shuffles down, blue eyes big and wet and pathetic as he blinks up at robby from between his legs, kisses and nuzzles at robby's thick, pulsing length.

robby sighs, groans, fists dennis's curls. he takes control easily, pressing himself inside den's hot, wet mouth, nestling deep in that tight little throat. he fucks his hips lazily, ignoring the boy's splutters and chokes, knowing he'll adjust eventually. he's familiar enough with being used.