(AKA: Gratuitous Porn That I Wanted To Write So I Fucking Did So Here You Go)
Happy Pride. Enjoy some T4T porn.
The shower was on for all of four seconds before Gaige interrupted me.
He didn't say a word as he stripped off his jumpsuit and peeled off his underwear, adding to my pile of clothes, and walked into my stall like he owned it.
I stared at his mastectomy scar tattoos until he pushed me against the wall and kissed me.
I hadn't kissed anyone since my Goddess had last let me touch Her lips before She died. Even when Gaige had been at my mercy, and I was buried inside him to the hilt, I hadn't kissed him.
Didn't matter. I leaned into it. Gaige pushed my lips apart, grabbed my hips and flattened me against the wall, a shock of cold lancing down my back as I left the stream of warm water and was introduced to the tile surface. I felt the hair of his crotch brush against my skin, igniting my memory of being between his thighs and eating him out.
We kissed for a while, exchanging nips and bites at lips and tongues, trading who had whose tongue in the other's mouth. He bit my tongue, sucking on it like he wanted to leave a hickey on my taste buds, then left my mouth alone and bit my collarbone.
I wondered if he was apologizing for the scar in this way, as ecstasy rushed through me from his teeth like lightning. I moaned into his hair, curling my fingers against his ribs and feeling my cock get harder between our wet legs. He sucked on my skin for almost a full minute, before finally letting off and taking a breath. I inhaled sharply and looked at the bright red skin, excited to see the dark bruise in an hour.
Gaige smirked, pecked my lips, then moved down to my breasts to administer his hickeys. I whimpered as his teeth closed around my nipple, and he shifted his hips against me, trapping my dick between his legs and flexing the muscles to tighten his thighs around me. My voice pitch shot up as I whined louder with pleasure.
His hand reached around my hips and grabbed my ass, digging his nails into the skin before sliding down to my thigh and lifting my leg. I grabbed his shoulder to maintain balance, wondering how purple my nipple was going to be later as he still sucked on it between his teeth.
When Gaige finally let my breast go, I had to hold him back to take a deep breath. I was already approaching overstimulation, but not in the bad ways. I wanted him again, I wanted him badly, and I wanted him to tear me apart.
I leaned forward and rested my chin on his collarbone. "What did you say about a strap a few days back?" I muttered into his ear as he shook shower water out of his eyes.
He pushed his hand up between my legs. "You'll have to come back to my kennel for that."
"I'll take you up on that."
"No." I gently pushed him away from me, letting myself regain my balance on the slippery floor, then threw myself at him for more kisses. He tasted metallic and sweet, his tongue forceful and demanding as he tried to stay in control of me.
"Floor, puppy." he commanded when we stopped for a breath. "I don't want you to slip."
I let him go and licked my lips. "You first."
He tilted his head. "I thought you were a good girl who did what she was told."
I exhaled slowly as I felt my heart cry out for this fight. This whimsical eroticism of defiance, denial of orders, forcing them to fight for control. Bratting.
Gaige blinked and moved up on me, grabbing my throat and pushing me against the wall again. I let him. "Are you a bad dog?" He said.
"Then I have to teach you some fucking manners." He swiped his leg against my ankle and shoved me sideways.
I shouted in surprise, bracing myself to hit the tile, but Gaige caught my arm before there was an ugly impact, and let me flop to the floor in a more gentle manner.
He straddled my legs and leaned over me in a display of dominance. "Good girl," he mocked. "When I tell you to sit, you fucking sit."
I couldn't say make me, because he had just done that. I snarled and grabbed his neck, pulled him to me. Kissed him. Felt the shower water run over my hand in his hair, down my wrist. Felt it run from his cheeks to mine. I felt his entire body relax for just a moment; the frame of his muscles, the augmented skeletal work in his right shoulder, his hips pressing against me as they lost their tension.
I shifted my hands and yanked him sideways, rolling over with him to be on top again. I was able to hold him down for just a few seconds before he pulled the same move on me. I didn't resist, rolling with him, enjoying the sight of him fighting for dominance over me. Gaige lifted himself on his arms, his hands on either side of my head.
"You're a hot fucking specimen, you know that, puppy?" He leaned down and licked my cheek, sending an exhilarating shiver down my spine as his tongue trailed to my ear and he bit the lobe, pulling on it gently with his teeth. I could not suppress the excited moan, pressing my hips against him, using his wet thighs to stimulate myself as I drank in the delicious feeling. It was so aggressively euphoric on my body, between his treatment of me as a dog and his beastial way of taking control from me. I was utterly animalistic under him, a piece of prey, hoping to be hunted-
I felt the tip of my cock slip against his labia.
My mouth opened in a silent scream. A split second later, the shock against my nerves shifted, jolting around each point on my body that Gaige was touching, all at once, dancing so close to that frisson-enhanced orgasm, before suddenly it was all too far away again. I shut my mouth and whimpered, hyper-aware of Gaige's piercing eyes focused on mine.
He tightened the muscles in his thighs.
I shivered and moaned against him, my entire body locking up for several seconds. "Don't... don't do that," I whined, cracking my eyes open to meet his gaze.
"It's fun. Your eyes dilate so much." He grabbed my throat and pressed me into the tile floor. "You look good like this," he rumbled. "You were born to be under me."
I held his gaze, looking for my breath, staring deep into his eyes as he pressed my throat harder, squeezing, asphyxiating me, things went blurry as I started to choke, and then his grip was gone and I could breathe again. I inhaled slowly, trying to relax my body and slow my heart, but Gaige gave me only a few moments.
He stood up, flicking water from his fingers, the shower raining down on his body. Backlit by the bulbs on the wall, from my place on the floor, he looked like a god. A god I was made to serve.
Almost blasphemous to think. My heart was captured by a goddess already.
My body, though, was all his.
Gaige crouched down beside me, pushed his fingers between my legs, and pressed up underneath my balls. I moaned softly as he prodded at the sensitive skin, delighted that he knew how to please trans girls. He wrapped his other hand around the length of me and began slowly jerking me off, hitting just those right spots, brushing over the tip before slowly dragging my foreskin back down. He was gentle but firm as I squirmed under his attention. "Good puppy, staying down," he said. "Keep up this good behavior and I might let you fuck me. How does that sound?"
I whined out a soft moan.
I twitched against him, wanting more, more, more physical touch. I wanted him all over me, touching and grabbing and kissing and cuddling and I wanted him wrapped around my cock. I stopped myself from bucking into his hand, wanting to be a good girl for him, to stay still, be his toy this time.
His touch vanished from my genitals, dragging a pathetic whine of protest from my throat. My eyes refocused and I looked at him, wondering why he stopped.
"Puppy want a treat?" He asked, raising his voice to that infantilizing and embarrassing pitch that was so devastatingly enticing to me.
I lifted my head and nodded vigorously, pushing my wet hair from my face. I was voiceless now, rapidly losing my cognition as I let him take control.
"Up." He snapped his fingers. It sounded funny due to the noise of the running water and the echo of the tiles, but it got the message across. I shakily got to my feet, holding my balance as best I could. "Good dog!" he said, reaching forward to scratch at my chin and rub my head. I pushed my head gleefully into his hand, losing my cognition even more as I sank deeper and deeper. He pulled his hand back. "Down."
I dropped back to my knees, staring at his now eye-level bush.
"No, puppy. All the way down. Bend over. Ass up." He pushed my head toward the tile, then smacked my ass. I moaned at the impact, and struggled to hold the position he had instructed me into. He smacked it again, harder, goddess, fuck, I needed him to beat me until my skin was black and blue. "Good girl. Up again." He moved around in front of me as I struggled to get back to my standing position.
And he repeated it. Over and over, four, five, six times. Up, down, up, down, my knees ached, my hair was flopping over my head in a messy mop, and each time I went down, he would hit my ass. I wondered if this was the reward, but I did not ask. I did not speak. He hadn't told me to.
I really am born for this, I thought happily. Born to be the submissive, for the stronger dog and the powerful Handlers. I glowed with joy as my hips and knees and ankles cried out for relief after the....how many times had he ordered me up and down? I'd lost count, but who cared? He was smiling, I was smiling, my ass hurt with pleasure, and all was well.
At last he stopped ordering me back up. "Do you want your treat now, little puppy?" He asked, rubbing my head and holding my hair so gently. "You've been a good dog. Lay on your back."
Both of my knees popped as I adjusted my position and returned to laying down on the tile. Gaige reached for the knobs on the wall and shut the water off; we weren't using it anyway. In the sudden quiet, he loomed over me. I stared at his glorious, wiry body. I wanted it. Whatever he was going to give me, I wanted my treat. I was a good dog for him.
He leaned over me. I reached up for him, hoping I could touch his face or his chest or his stomach. His wet muscles were beautiful. Gaige took my hand, running his fingers through mine, then dropped his body to straddle mine and slammed my wrist above my head. My cock twitched and my heart raced and a desperate moan escaped my throat.
A sneer crossed his lips. He grabbed both my wrists and put them together, shuffled his body forward and planted his knees on my arms, and settled his crotch on my face. I whined as his smell filled me, as my tongue settled against him, tasted him, as my world was absorbed between his thighs.
"There's your treat, puppy," he rumbled. "Suck me dry, you fucking slut."
I clamped my lips over his swollen cock, more than happy to appreciate what the hormones had done for him. Small, but so potent, so powerful, and goddess if I made him cum, he'd praise me? He'd be so proud of me? Right? I closed my eyes, breathed carefully through my nose, and got to work in a slow back and forth pattern. I flicked out my tongue to brush his genitals, tasting him, wishing I could drink him out of a cocktail glass, eat him alive, devour his essence.
I wanted his cum. I wanted him. I wanted him, I needed him.
I moaned into him, feeling his bush, spelling my name with my tongue as I paused the sucking for a breath. P U P P Y.
Gaige's little puppy. Gaige's fuckdoll.
I remembered his insults from resilience training. He'd called me "a fleshlight that can fly." And he was right! Everything he'd ever said to me was right, of course! He knew me so well and he treated me exactly like I deserved! Just a puppy toy meant for sucking on trans men's cocks!
He shifted and moaned as I pleasured him, one hand wrapped in my hair, one hand holding my wrists against the tile, his hips shifting into me, back and forth, coating my face with his wet cunt, drowning me in his arousal as I tried to push my tongue inside him. I managed to succeed for a few seconds and Gaige froze, his grip tightening around my wrists as he snarled.
He twitched. Was he cumming?
Gaige lifted off me so he could bring his face closer to mine without bending his back overmuch. "I'm close, puppy," his voice rippled through my skull. "If you make me cum, I'll be very happy."
I whined in delight and looked at his dripping crotch again. I wiggled my butt, trying to urge him back to my face, wanting him to ride me, ride me, ride me like a fucking mech, like a toy. Get on me get on me get on me PLEASE-
He stood up, letting off my arms, and I whined in protest before he turned around and dropped his knees on either side of my skull, pressing himself against my face in a more suffocating way. I drove my tongue eagerly back into the folds of his cunt, but pleasure suddenly raced around my body, and I grabbed his delicious thighs uncontrollably as he stroked my own cock with his tongue, wrapping his mouth around me with expertise. My body locked up as I tried to hold onto my focus on him.
I kept going, spelling puppy again, spelling Gaige, pushing my tongue in, further, pushing myself between his legs, truly trying to fucking eat him alive, I wanted him to cum so bad, I wanted him to cum all over my goddamn face like the slut I am, fuck, he tastes so good, so sweet and musky and he smells incredible I need him I need him I need himIneedhimIneedhim please Gaige cum please please cum-
His legs locked over my head. Muscles flexed, all at once. I held my hands on his ass, feeling him twitch and tremble while I held my breath, my head stuck in a weird pressure position as my ears heard nothing but the sound that traveled through his legs. I held him as his cock twitched against my tongue, shuddering with satisfaction as I lapped up his arousal.
Just when I was preparing to tap his ass to make him move so I could breathe, Gaige shifted forward and flopped over sideways, rolling off me. His face was red, and his chest was rising and falling with rapid breath. I licked my lips and regulated my breathing, struggling to keep myself together. I closed my eyes and reveled in what I had just done.
There was glory in making Gaige cum. I rolled over, swallowed what was left in my mouth, and began drooling as I stared at his body.
"Am I a good puppy?" I whined.
Gaige grunted and rolled over, his legs still shaking. He dragged his eyes to meet my gaze, and we stared at each other for a long minute. His golden-green eyes, the eyes of a hunter, of a pack leader.
"You're a good puppy, Kalvya."
The eyes of a man pleased with his prey.
I whipped my hair back and snarled in joy.
