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He always looks traumatized to me

Maybe Dennis has the day off meanwhile Jack and Robby had to work the same shift and they get home and Dennis is sleeping and maybe they had some type of arrangement to signal that its okay? Idk? But also Mean Dom Jack and Sweet Soft Dom Robby?

Dennis loved having days off with one of his guys. Loved having a day to lounge around with Robby and get read to and eat snacks and be all cozy and warm under his quilt in his chair with him, perched on his lap. Loved having a day to adventure with Jack, walk around a new shop or walk down streets he didn't even know about, find a new farmers market and eat from food trucks and get to tease Jack and giggle.

So when he was supposed to be cuddled up with Robby waiting for Jack to come home and he got neither of those things, both getting called in for an extra long shift, he was pissed. Dennis packed their lunches with a pout and said they better be careful and come home and ruin him. Robby had turned scarlet and Jack had growled and called him naughty.

Dennis didn't want to be alone. He wanted to be loved up on. So he did what he was supposed to do when they could do anything to him. He hung up a big goofy Pittsburgh penguins keychain on the key hooks by the door, right where they'd see it as soon as they walked in, went and stretched himself out on his fingers and slid a plug into place inside himself.

And then he did chores, cleaned, and put on his music to lift his mood, ending up dancing more than he cleaned.

It really tired him out after the fifth load of laundry and meal prepping a bit. So when he checked his phone and saw no new texts or indications his guys were on their way home yet, Dennis took a quick shower, wrapped himself up in his robe, and prompty fell asleep for a nap on the couch. He could wake up and put on some lingerie or something when they told him they were headed home.

Robby was so damn happy to get off earlier than promised, especially with Jack in tow. He sighed, shoulders relaxing as he started to take off his shoes in the entryway, handing Jack's crutches over to him when he sat heavy on the bench there. He stood up, stretching as he was about to call out for their boy when his eyes landed on the keyring, his own keys dangling off his finger.

"Looks like he really is desperate for it" Robby said as he hung the keys up before flicking the novelty keyring. Jack yawned as he looked up, eyes lazy till they froze on the acrylic bird.

"Go find him. I need a shower before I can wreck him. Make sure he's loose because I'm not fucking stretching him." Jack growled as he got up on his crutches, headed straight for the guest bathroom to scrub the germs off his skin. Robby had showered at the hospital while waiting for Jack to finish up, so he was more than happy to go hunt up whatever warm perfect treat was waiting for them.

Robby smiled as he watched Dennis sleep peacefully on the obnoxiously big couch he picked out when they went furniture shopping. He understood then. Because Dennis was laid out on the cushions on his belly, one leg picked up, one stretched straight out, arms curled up under his head, looking like a little angel in his white fluffy robe.

Robby was careful as he stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, and knelt down on the cushions, knee on either side of Dennis's leg. He gently slid his hands up those pretty legs, such pretty legs, feeling all the blonde hairs as he slid up up up, pushing the robe up till he noticed it wasn't even tied and simply moved it to the side, putting a perky pale ass on display.

Robby groaned at the sight, leaning down to kiss up the backs of his thighs before nuzzling into the soft give of a plump cheek before pulling back and reaching out to grope at the same cheek. Dennis didn't even flinch, totally lost to the world as Robby pulled at the muscle till he caught sight of that sparkle, the small gem at the end of the plug.

"naughty little boy" Robby said horribly fondly as he reached to push at the gem, pulling and twisting till Dennis sighed lightly and it came free. Along with a stream of lube. Robby's eyebrows raised at that, knowing Dennis would have had to really prep himself, having touched himself probably too much without their supervision. But he did it for them, so Robby really already forgave the boy.

Especially as he slowly fed his cock into that soaked little hole, watching Dennis's lax body open up under him, welcoming the familiar intrusion as he rested so sweetly below. Robby gently rocked his hips into him, watching as Dennis's lips opened slightly as he breathed a little harder, as his hands twitched a few times against his cheek. Robby held back his sounds the best he could, wanting Dennis to wake up nice and filled already. The thought of 'Dennis dreaming about them doing this to him, wanting nothing more than to just be a fleshlight for them, a wet hot hole... did he take sleep aids?' Robby was cumming, groaning as his hands gripped tightly onto the cushions as the tarp of Jack's crutches came up to the end of the couch.

Robby pulled out and Dennis's eyes were blinking open, all bleary and tired. He looked as Robby used his abandoned scrub top to wipe his cock off.

"Did you see-" Dennis was about to ask but Robby was getting pulled off the couch, Jack replacing his spot heavily. Jack gave him a smack across the ass before pulling at Dennis's hips, moving his body as he saw fit, pulling him up onto his knees.

"You that cock starved? You need it as soon as we get home? What a nasty little mutt." Jack sneered, really only half heartedly as he watched Robby's thick cum drip out of Dennis's hole. He groaned as he slammed his hips up, sending his cock all the way into Dennis's used body.

Jack wasn't slow or careful, not caring if Dennis just woke up as he grabbed the younger's hips, tossing the end of his robe up over his head, using him as fast and rough as he wanted. He was short to cum, letting out a grunt as his hips sputtered, cock filling Dennis once again.

"There. Just how you're supposed to be." Jack said, a little breathless, as he gave Dennis's ass another smack before hobbling to the bedroom to go to sleep himself. Robby shook his head and turned to Dennis who's face was still hidden under the tail of his robe. Robby picked it up and looked at his face.

"Alright, Den?"

"I love you guys so much."

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I'm so sorry for being quiet for so long. Thank you so much for the Ask! It makes me really happy, to see that so many people have sent me an Ask during the few weeks that I was taking my involuntary sabbatical... (I'm exaggerating here, of course, 😊). It's really sweet and heartwarming to read.

I think that I'm okay... No need to worry about the sharkgirl. It's been a challenging few months with a lot of ups and downs. I think that it's best that I write about my experiences in a separate blog post. However, to answer your question directly; my health is fine, i'm still currently employed and being paid, my home is intact, the dolls are in me bed or in the chair next to my bed, the blahaj is looking forward to being held by me every day, so that we can sleep in my bed together, and my littlespace welcomes me just as much as always! °^°

I hope that I'm still in people's minds, and I can still inspire people to try getting into their own Littlespace... I'll forever be around ^^

Oooo, I like this ask!

I enjoy the darker themes of manipulation, control and force feeding. I love the idea of keeping someone so constantly, achingly full that they're consistently on the edge of a food coma, dazed and foggy, able to do little more than pant, whimper, chew, swallow...and ask for more if they really want to please me.

You said you wanted to get fatter? I will set you a minimum calorie requirement to ensure you're gaining as quickly as you should. When you fall short, it's my job to make sure you surpass that minimum, whether you want to or not. On days when you do surpass it, I think you could still get at least another shake down 😈

I like a little humiliation coupled with contrast. Teasing someone for how big their belly is getting, how I can stand beside them and just disappear if anyone is looking at us in profile. Noting all the ways they're getting more dependent and pathetic. Treating their growing girth like prize livestock, poking, prodding, squeezing, measuring. Wondering aloud what people must think when they see us together.

I want them to know that when I'm feeding them, they have no choice but to clean their plate, finish the bag, empty the funnel and pack on the pounds. That's their only job.

And because I'm a switch...

I love the idea of a feedee who knows exactly what it does to me when they gorge themselves. Teasing me for being so turned on by their appetite and their fat, stopping me from touching them until they say. Mocking the meals I make for them as far too small and demanding I get more food, soda, beer, shake, whatever to fill their hungry belly. Throwing their weight around and reminding me that while I might be fit and strong, they're heavier than I could lift if they decided to pin me down. Treating me like their personal pleasure pet, existing to feed and worship and indulge them in every way they want.