when his puppy's been bratty, robby punishes dennis in one particular way. his pup thinks he can snap at him and try and boss him around and still get everything he wants? how silly.
there's nothing the pup likes more than to let his brain turn to goo and become a mindless little thing by suckling on his daddy. having his mouth and throat full is a pleasure he can't explain, and it always sends him so deep that he's gone for the rest of the night. sucking and licking and slurping so happily, swallowing down all his daddy's cum before having an orgasm induced nap on his owners thigh... it doesn't get much better than that...
but that's a treat for obedient puppies, not bratty ones. if robby really wants to punish dennis, this is what he's denied. he'll buckle and clip denny into his collar and leash like always, but instead of inviting the pup over happily to bury his drooling mouth on daddy's cock, the end of his leash is teathered to one of the hooks on the headboard, stopping him from moving more than 3 or 4 feet.
the pup doesn't notice at first, panting excitedly as he watches robby strip, moaning and yipping when that glorious cock is revealed, long and thick and shiny with pre cum on the tip. dennis wants to lick it all off until his brain is full of white noise.
robby leans against the wall a little way away, spreading his legs wide and fisting his hard cock, making sure the puppy can see it perfectly. drool is slipping down dennis's chin as he waits to be told he can get his prize- poor thing hasnt realised his leash is going to stop him juuuusssst short of what he wants to badly...
when robby finally beckons the pup over, he lurches forward, tongue reaching out, but yelps as he's stopped short, leash pulling taught with a clink. robby cooes, pretending he doesn't know what the problem is.
"oh sweetie pie what's the matter? usually you love daddy's cock... usually you take him so nicely and it gets you all woozy and whiny... you don't want it today? gosh... why are you staying so far away, pup? why don't you be a good boy and come and suckle on daddy? look how hard I am and how red I am..."
and dennis is tugging and tugging and lurching desperately but he's not getting any closer, his collar is stopping him, he's dribbling onto the bed sheets at how *close* he is, almost able to feel the heat radiating off his daddy but he just *cant* reach! he's so empty, he can't reach his daddy!
"wow... I guess you really don't want to be a good boy then... daddy will have to take care of himself all alone... such a shame, denny."
dennis yelps and whines and wails, but it's no use. he can't reach, and the delicious cock he's so used to having lodged down his throat is denied. his silly puppy brain can't work out why he can't reach! and now his daddy is jerking off in front of him, just inches away from the puppy who was supposed to be doing that job!
robby watches his pup squirm and struggle and strain, confusion and despair filling the horny boy's face. oh, so pretty... such a shame he was too naughty for his treat. such a shame that wet, open mouth wasn't allowed to suckle. maybe he'd let his puppy swallow him down when he started to cry. but then again, maybe not. if only the brainless blonde pup could learn how to be a good boy...
dennis burst into tears when pre cum started blurting out of his daddy's cock faster, knowing that that musky, earthy goodness belonged in *his* mouth and *his* belly, not wasted on their sheets! he barked and howled and sobbed, so confused why he couldn't reach. his daddy cooed more words to him, but he didn't understand. he was just too dumb now.
"poor boy. poor, poor boy, missing your treat. if only you'd been good and obedient for me, and not snapped at me on shift... if you hadn't done that, your throat would be stuffed and your belly full. but that's too bad, sweetie. maybe if you learn and behave better tomorrow, you'll earn it. poor, pretty puppy."
robby came into his fist, a hairs length away from the pup's outstretched mouth, and the collared boy collapsed in anguish.
somewhere deep in his subconscious, he knew he needed to be a good boy tomorrow.