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Being gagged and bound and then instructed to suck him off. I whine around the gag helplessly. He watches the frustration form in my eyes as drool rolls down my neck. I want to, I really want to, but I can’t.

I get on my knees and in between his legs but there’s not much I can do from there. He clicks his tounge impatiently like he’s genuinely waiting for me to do something. I squirm and nuzzle his cock but he gives me a disapproving look.

I try so hard. I try to stick my tounge out around the gag but I just can’t. I keep making frustrated little noises and he just keeps telling me to ‘use your words’, ‘speak up’, ‘tell me what’s wrong’. He says it in such a mocking tone I can’t help but get even more fussy.

He starts to slap me to encourage me to follow instructions but there’s no way around the gag. I start to cry out of frustration and he just coos at me.

“If you can’t follow orders pup then I have to punish you.”

record the amount of time it takes to cum. set the next timer for that amount of time. see if it can beat its own record.

repeat. and repeat. and repeat. how fast and pathetic can it be? how much can you ruin it's stamina? can you get to the point where it cums within mere minutes of being touched? seconds?

once it's trained like this do away with the timer. start employing strict punishments for cumming too quickly/without permission. you've primed it to fail.

“Shhh… let me do the thinking”

“You’re so pretty with your head empty”

“I like you like this, no single thought behind those eyes”

“Doesn’t it feel good when I take care of you?”

“Only I know what you need”

"Sure, puppy. That's nice."

Watching him get more and more needy and impatient.

"You can be a good boy for an hour more, can't you?"

"You're such a good boy. say it back."

"I bet he stretched you out real good, huh? Is that why you're taking it so well? Do I gotta fuckin' break you? Come on tell me how you did it. Did you ride him like a greedy little pup or did he pin you down and make you take it?"

He looks pretty out of it, opening his mouth to answer but every thrust makes him let out a punched out whimper instead. It doesn't help that my hand has made its way to his throat, squeezing lightly.

"God fuck. Your cunt is squeezing me- ha- so good. You're one cock hungry fucking mutt. Can you even control it or will you be a good little bitch to anyone with a pulse? Answer."

I don't even realise he's crying with how worked up I am. He seems to have given up on speaking, just whining like the good cocksleeve he is.