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Maybe next time it'll remember to get my coffee right.

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Heyyy puppy :) come here. Yeah, sit down. Oh good job, you got on your knees without me even telling you to. I have something special for you..! It's a collar with your name on it. Now I know you have a lot (because I love spoiling my puppy), but this one is really, really nice. Look.
..no, well. I know it's not what you were expecting. But I mean, your name is basically puppy now, isn't it? Puppy, mutt, pet. Same thing. I don't know the last time I used that...human name of yours. Do you even remember what it is?
Yeah, that's what I thought. So let me put it on. It locks so snugly around your neck, puppy. It's perfect for you. And--well, it didn't come with a key. Which means you get to be my puppy forever! Isn't that nice?
So sad I have to stuff my boycunt with silicone instead of hot throbbing gock... life is so unfair
My Alpha wanted a pic of his favorite toys together.
“You’re going to have to do better than this middle of the road hotel, bitch-daddy. You want to keep being my Sugar-bitch, I expect a suite where you can pay to watch me entertain that hot frat boy I know you list after. You picture yourself in my place riding his long, fat cock. If you make it truly worth my while, daddy-bitch, I might let you eat his load out of my ass, tonight. No, bitch, cash alone isn’t going to cut it, think bigger, think car and not some used piece of crap. I want a brand new sports car. I don’t care what your wife will think, bitch. Now get out, I have to get ready for my frat boy-bitch. You can log-in and pay the fee to watch like all the other closet-case fag-dads do.”

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So much muscle & testosterone, so little brains. Even while going for simple walkies, my latest pet has the attention span of a newborn pup's...with half the intelligence. See how lost tops get without a dominant bottom to guide them & tell them what to do. Thank god for it's cock though
Deep breath in through the nose, and slowly out through the mouth. Again. Longer inhale this time, fill your lungs. Let the scent of that boy sweat wipe your mind clean. Feel my weight pressing into you… You love that. Feels warm and safe doesn’t it? That’s where you belong. You know, stress is the number one killer of men. You’re not just a big dick to me. You’re a very useful slave. I care about you. It just tears me up to see you like this. Big ball of anxiety and nerves. All that wasted energy. Aht aht no tongue yet. Keep sniffing. How’s that? Nice salty smell just for you. You like when I keep my socks on for days at a time. Do you see? This is why I need to be in control at all times. Not just for sex. We can’t trust you to make choices. A sham of a marriage. A dead end job. All you do is stress yourself out more and more. If I don’t step in now soon it will effect your performance. I won’t allow that. It’s ok don’t speak, just sniff until you’ve got nothing in your mind but lust for me. Men like you can’t use logic, you have to follow your instincts. You feel how hard you are right now? That’s what you’re meant for. What your good for. So be the meat head you are naturally. Don’t worry I’ll take care of all the contracts and all the details. You focus on being horny for me at all times…
I just think that we should also talk about how people with cocks can and should absolutely be used as fuck toys too. You hear about people used as fleshlights, but I wanna hear more people used as dildos.
Tied up, being used for MY pleasure. Only able to take and be used however I please. Only able to whimper and be perfectly still as you're being ridden. And oh, what if I cum first and I'm done and you haven't cum?
Or, oh, what if you cum but I'm not done and I'm not gonna slow down because why would I??? You're my toy and I'm only using you for stress relief anyway. Poor thing. Just have to sit there, overstimulated, as I take what I want.
Just a toy for my use.
I completely agree!
"It's our season..."
How cute! Those two pups holding up their dogs. 4 pets are more fun than just 2!
“Oh yeah. Your muscle growth experiments have been working wonders, boi! I mean just fucking look at me! I’ve grown beyond the limits of what I thought possible! I was hoping to show you my cock next! It’s been growing too! I wanna fuck you with it as a thank you! Hahaha!!”

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the noises boys make when you lick and bite their ears 💗
He may be bigger than you, stronger than you, younger than you, but he is just a puppy. One word from you is all is takes to get him to obey, and better yet, get hard.
Perfect example why muscle boys need real men to do the thinking for them. They are too dumb to do it themselves.
What You’re Told
You stare ahead blankly with your arms at your sides. The black room’s featureless walls stared back at you. The corners had long since faded away to you. Your heart thudded steadily in your chest as the icy chill spreading through your veins was replaced with the familiar euphoric warmth. You could feel the passages expanding against your flesh as you breathed in time to the steady whirring that had bombarded your hearing for so long. You’re not even sure what day it is, let alone the week or month. Time has no meaning, when you have no means to track it.
You must wait. You know you must. You do not question why.
A deep voice sudden echoes from that seamless void. “What are you?”
Your pecs twitch as your mouth opens and you speak for what feels like the first time in centuries. “I am muscle.” A rush of pleasure cascades down your body from the top of your head to the very edges of your toes. You barely resist the urge to flex. Now is not the time. You are not sure how you know this, but you do. It is time to listen and respond. That is what you are here to do.
“And what does muscle do?”
“Muscle obeys the brain. It does as it is told.”
“That is correct. And if you are commanded to grow?”
“I am muscle. I will work. I will obey. I will grow.” You blink slowly as you feel your skin tightening, and your breathing becomes heavier, fuller.
“Muscle does not think for itself.”
“Muscle obeys,” you finish for the voice. It is a distant memory, this discussion, but it is so deeply ingrained within you that you know exactly what to say. How many times have you said it? Did it even matter? It was all Muscle memory now. You swallow as you feel your adam’s apple expanding and pushing against your throat. It bobs, while your trapezius muscles muscles expand in the slope along your shoulders and the cords along your neck thicken.
“That is good. That is right. Because you are dumb muscle.”
“Yes.” Your voice was deeper now. You could feel it rumble out from your diaphragm.
“You listen.”
“Yes.”
“You do as you are told.”
“Yes.”
“What is your name?”
You stare ahead blankly and do not respond. You feel the distinct pressure starting to build against your crotch, and know that you are growing as muscle should. It fills you with satisfaction.
The voice tried again. “Do you have a name?”
You feel the dull ache and hear the snaps as your feet expand. That is of no concern. No pain, no gain. A muscle must gain. Instead, you answer the voice’s question. “No.”
“That is good. That is right.”
You feel your arms rising against your will. Your expanding biceps press against your swelling sides, pushing your arms away from their resting place.
“Are you ready to obey?”
You answer without question. “I am muscle. I obey.”
Your pupils didn’t constrict when the door finally slid open to spill light over your frame. You stared ahead at the walls, where reflection upon reflection stared back at you with blank expressions. Something flickered briefly in the back of your head and in your chest. Your body tensed, but you weren’t quite sure why. Then you felt a hand on your bicep. Another figure had joined you, wrapping measuring tape around your arms and torso. He looked up at you, even as you continued to stare ahead.
“You may flex, if you wish,” he said, and the words were like a switch had been flicked. Your arms shot up in a double bicep pose. Your boulder-like shoulders bunched and tensed as the skin grew taut over your slab-like pectorals and brick-like abdominals.
The three truths echo over and over in your mind as you open your mouth to speak. “Muscle flexes. Muscle listens. Muscle obeys.”
The sneer that contorted the man’s face was irrelevant as he peered up at you. He was the voice. He was the brain. The brain commanded the muscle. The muscle obeyed.
“That is right,” he said as he patted your sleek skin, and you let him. After all, muscles must be examined. “That is right.”
The only response I expect when I say, “I’m cold” & there’s no stores around for you to buy me a new sweater and/or coat! Good boy!

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Just because we have to wait a few more days for your collar to finish being made & delivered, doesn’t mean that I’m just gonna allow anyone to assume that you’re not owned property. MY owned property!
Once I had slipped into these, I was somewhat surprised this time, by the non-stop staring I still received. And to think, I had opted for a size up in these undies, as my asscheeks practically swallowed the ones in my size. Oh well, guess I’ll have to get the married guy staring across the pool to hand me his credit card when his wife’s not looking so I can buy some new speedos. This one feels way too baggy!