What I Like

it was exhausted, shaking, worn out after 3 hours of full on torture and degradation by the two Men who had taken it home. Punished for not being quick enough, punished for not being good enough, punished for any reason they wanted. 

As Their orders had got more extreme as they got more aggressive, more demanding, it became more frantic, more desperate to please. 

The sudden mood change was more confusing than ever. their tone went from angry to soothing, gentle almost…what the fuck! 

They told it how good it’d been, petted it, it felt good, so good it made it cry as it panted, getting its breath back for the first time in ages. 

The hands grabbed it almost tenderly and tipped its head back. it closed its eyes for the kiss…the kiss that never came, stupid faggot. Yet the streams of spit felt so good after those hours of torment, soothing, that all it felt was overwhelmingly grateful. 

The other one grabbed me and did the same, snorting deep, holding it till it was all swallowed, this was its reward, making it feel even more devoted to them.