#degradation.

The rustle of the pad beneath Dennis's knees only served to make his head even more fuzzy and blank than it already was—a nice white noise for him to lose himself in. He was drooling, and barely capable of caring.

"Yeah, that's it, such a good boy," Jack growled, thrusting into him harshly enough it made Dennis faintly wonder if he should be concerned. "Take me so well, 's not your fault you're such a messy pup, huh? Just need someone to think ahead for you. Put some fucking pads down. Fuck."

Rough, calloused fingers left his hip and went below, low enough to slip back and forth over Dennis's throbbing dick, so hard the glans was almost completely exposed from the hood. Dennis clenched and mewled, pressing his hips back.

"Such a good boy, so simple for me. God, I love how you clench around me. You're so fucking wet I can't even jack you off properly, shit. Do you even know what I'm saying, or are you too dumb right now?" The hand not between his legs fisted roughly in the hair at the back of Dennis' hair and wrenched it back, forcing small noises out of his throat with each thrust. "Yeah, there's a good boy. Bark for me, show your Papa how much you need it."

Without a pause, Dennis' moans became harsher, turning into yips and barks as Jack's cock bullied his cervix over and over again. Jack began rubbing the flat of his hand over Dennis's clit to give him the friction he needed but was too wet to properly receive, and that was what sent him over the edge.He tried to warn him he was almost close, but all that could leave his mouth was more whines, so it took Jack off guard when suddenly his entire body seized.

"Fuck, pup," he groaned, picking up the pace to fuck him through it, "God, you're like a fucking vice. Best pussy I've ever had. Such a good dog for me."

Either the continued stimulation through his orgasm or the praise or the pet names or some combination of all the above was enough to make something in him just release, and for a moment he felt a rush. He was so mindless it was hard to put together what was happening, simply that it felt good and he never wanted it to stop. Eventually, though, his mind was able to latch onto Jack's words again.

"...so messy, puppy. Aren't you happy I put down these puppy pads? I don't think Daddy would be happy if we had to do the sheets again, hm? I don't know what we're going to do with you, my good boy."

Dennis didn't know either, but that was okay. He bonelessly allowed Jack to turn them over and pull him close into his embrace, only squirming when it was to ensure he was pressed as closely together as possible.

"Such a sweet pup," Jack murmured, his voice having lost the degrading edge to it, now only filled with warmth and fondness. "Don't worry baby, we'll take good care of you."