Puppy Boy :3

oh sweetheart, your puppy parts look so puffy and sensitive! my poor needy little thing. there's no need to be embarrassed. when you get all hard and sticky like this, it means it's time for daddy to touch you. i know it can be intense, but we have to make the ache go away, ok?

just relax, sweet puppy. that's right. daddy's here. daddy's got you. i'm going to start touching you now and i'm not going to stop until your puppy parts feel alllllll better.

tiny slugs still slide over my cock between the bars and press their slick bodies into my urethra. i feel them squirm along my tight passage and swim around in my testicles. they make my cock bulge just as much on the way back out and i whine at the tightness of the cage.

some of them even get too big feeding on my cum to even work their way out again, stuck jostling my already full, bulging balls. sometimes you could even see the shapes wriggling beneath my skin

He leans in close, a knee between your legs, pressing right against your cock. You let out a gasp. “Shut up and let me look at you,” he says, grabbing a fistful of your hair and jerking your head back slightly. He trails a finger down the side of your face, across your jawline. “Did you know you’re getting sideburns already? And your face is filling out.” He grins and runs a finger across your upper lip “and of course there’s the dirt stache. I bet you love it, don’t you? . That’s why you haven’t shaved yet, right? You want everyone to see, don’t you?” Your breath got heavy, were you supposed to answer? Before you could think about that further he was shoving his fingers in your mouth, fucking your mouth really. “Be a good boy and let me take it all in,” he growled in your ear before removing his fingers, trailing your spit down your chin and onto your throat. He brushed against where your Adams apple would be. “Have you heard yourself lately? Do you even know? It’s going to get so much deeper, I can tell.” He grabbed your throat, catching you off guard and making you moan huskily. “There we go,” he says. “You sound like such a faggot already.” He kissed your shoulder, before sinking his teeth into it. “Maybe I’ll let you wrestle me when you start to put on some muscle, but I can tell you’re on your way.” He sniffed your armpit deeply, then licked it. “You’re doing some kind of workout at least, because you fucking stink.” Your cock throbbed and you squirmed. “Easy now.”

He used his other hand to twist your nipple. “You’re going to get so hairy. I can’t wait to suck on your hairy tits,” he cooed, still intermittently tweaking your nipple, hand still on your throat - not tightly, but with the promise that it could be at any moment.

He continued down. “I can tell you’re going to be such a hot bear. Look at this.” His hand grabbed your stomach, your happy trail, tightly. “You’re really going to fill out so well, you’ll look so good big.” He removed his hand from your throat finally, and grabbed both of your hips roughly. You were so hard at this point it was taking all of your focus. He’s leaning over you, eyes locked, close but not touching save for his grasp on your waist. You can’t help it, you raise your hips to buck at his thigh, to hope for any connection, any friction against your t cock.

“None of that now. Bad dog.” He says, mockingly, before quickly pinning you down, your arms still tied behind you. “I know what you want my attention on, mutt. I bet it’s all you fucking think about.” One hand trailed down again, keeping a pointed distance from your cock. Teasing. You squirmed, you couldn’t help it. “So desperate,” he coos. “Of course you can’t help yourself. Having a new dick is just so exciting isn’t it?” He laughs. “I bet you’re touching yourself all the time”

You nod weakly. Of course you were. “Like this?” He said, and grabbed your crotch, making you gasp. “Like a cock?” He began playing with the head, stroking it between two fingers. You’re a mess at this point, gasping and moaning. “Well not so fast.” He stops suddenly. “Let me take a look at it. Sit up, boy.” He helps you get up by pulling your hair, returning you to your original position at the edge of the bed. You grind against it a little, desperate for contact.

he doesn't let you.

he doesn't push it, but you notice changes. he doesn't filter himself around you as much anymore, punches your shoulder a little harder when he teases, puts you in a headlock far more often that he would a girl. he builds it up in subtle ways, like switching from your old name to a nickname, or maybe even your last name. he tells you to fight back harder in the moments you're laughing and wrestling each other.

"c'mon, man up! is that all you've got? nah, i know better!"

he doesn't care nearly as much about changing in front of you, and he tells you all of the dirty details he can think of. you're just boys, right? he'll make you see that.

wrestling and dumb jokes turn into late nights with smoke swirling, mentioning a porno he saw the other night that he's still thinking of now as you lie on your backs staring at the ceiling with the posters. nicknames and telling you to man up turns into palming at his cock and encouraging you to pull yours out. he won't accept your dumb excuse of not having one. this is what boys do.

Some pretentious dude who smokes cigarettes and rolls his eyes at billboard top 40 music and seems to just have beef with the world, but likes me, really likes me, maybe to an obsessive degree, maybe loves me, maybe stalks me, and is determined to set me free from society.

They unsheath their sword and let you grind yourself stupid on the hilts cold steel. Maybe they're so 'disgraced' they don't clean it after, every time their hand wraps around it's like touching you.

His stretched open boycunt kept in a constant state of convulsing around my hand and wrist, pain and pleasure ripping through him until his eyes roll back and he’s panting with his tongue out like a braindead bitch.

Just leaving him a gaping twitching puddle when I’m done with him.

Is that too much to ask for?

Clamping it and making him beg and squirm to let his poor tdick rest for a moment. His tcock twitching under the pressure of the clamp. Only to link a chain to the clamp and lead him by his own dick to sit down on the edge of the bed. Spreading his legs and a dildo stuffed in his leaking cunt. His poor tdick being pulled as far as he can handle before the screaming starts. Telling him the pulling only stops when he is bouncing on the silicone and watching him desperately hump at the mattress, riding the toy, his tcock being yanked when he pauses. Watching the chain move every so slightly as his dick pulses and twitches.

you only let me sleep in a dog bed that now smells like the crusty mix of semen and piss i can't get out of my dick. it is pleasing to watch your toy have no choice but to make a mess of itself.