#i fear

They are everything to me you can rip them from my cold dead hands :D

HNNGHHH NONNY IM SO FUCKING WEAK FOR PUPPY PLAY!! hear me out tho... what if two bad bitches at the same time?

price was always the meaner handler between him and simon. he didn’t fuckin’ like disobedient and untrained pups which is exactly what you were. demanding, pushing your damn limits when you knew you could get away with it.

price thought simon was too gentle with you, too sweet, too fuckin’ spoiled for your own good. that was another issue in itself but.. he wanted to focus on you.

it pissed him off. pups need to be good and yet, you whined at any sign of rejection and simon would fucking cave. he planned on changing that the moment he saw you whine at his lieutenant and the man just fucking caves, following you into your room.

that simply wouldn’t do.

your disobedience is exactly how you find yourself with your collar tight around your neck, legs hiked up on his shoulders while price fucks you on his desk. you've been in this position for god knows how long and fuck, you just want simon to take over cause price is so mean to you!

the captain has been pounding away at your cunt, he's filled you up so many damn times but hasn't even let you cum once! as you tilt your head tilted back, you see simon on the other side, sitting on price’s chair and a hand palming his cock.

“simon— ah, sir, please—“ you begged the wrong handler, feeling price tug on the metal leash to have you look at him. you whine at the jingle of the metal ring and the leash.

“wrong fuckin’ person, pup.” price mumbles, wrapping the leash around his hand and tugging hard. “such a bad fucking pet, damn ungrateful for the dick i’m giving you.” he tuts, the tone in his voice practically making your non-existent ears flop down.

"ah-- price, 'm sorry--" and he cuts you off with a smack to your ass, making you flush red.

"not what i wanna fuckin' hear, pup." he hisses, pulling out of you and hearing the instinctive whine you let out, price tugs on the leash. you sit up, panting and feeling his calloused hands cup your cheeks. the heat of his cum oozing out of you was fucking distracting you-- god, you wanted price and simon at the same fucking time and it was driving you nuts that you couldn't have either.

"my puppies are good, they know when to fuckin' listen and say thank you." the older man reminds you and god, does that make a sick heat pool in your stomach. "y'don't know when to behave, you fuckin' dog."

you whine, shaking your head and having tears well in your eyes. "n-no, sir, i'm a good pup! i'll listen!" you plead, your hands tugging on your leash because you have been good!

right?

wrong fucking move.

price who flips you over, ass up on the desk. his thick fucking cock slips into you again but.. he stills. you feel a hand in your hair and it's simon. you almost light up and mewl at the sight of him but..

"puppy, yer bein' a brat for price." the lieutenant whispers and you let out the saddest whine. "haven't even thanked him for fillin' you up, yer being a real ungrateful pet today." simon shakes his head, shoving two fingers into your mouth.

"fuckin' pathetic, i didn't train you to be ungrateful." simon looks up at price who begins fucking up into you. you gasp, crying out at the brutal pace price is setting. it felt so goddamn good. "spoiled you, pampered the fuck out of you, pup.. and you're being greedy?" he tuts, watching you suckle on his scarred fingers. "show price how good you can be, doll.. maybe, just fuckin' maybe, i can give you more."

you practically choke on simon's fingers, spit coating your chin and dripping all over the desk. you felt fuckin' embarassed, you are being a bad puppy and god, you wanna make it up so badly. to both of them.

"si—" your groan is muffled as simon's fingers leave your mouth with a slick pop. "hnnngh— i'll be good, fuck, i'll be a good puppy!" you plead, looking up at simon who was leaning back in price's chair. even with that obvious bulge and the twitch in his hands, you knew you had a lot of begging to do.

your train of thought gets cut off by price beginning a brutal pace inside you, hitting all the good fucking spots and making you fucking sob. price is burying his fucking cock to the hilt and it makes you whimper.

you feel tears well in your eyes, letting out breathy cry. "ah! fuck, thank you, sir, ah— my puppycunt feels so fuckin—" you hiccup, resting your face on the desk and peering up at simon who.. is clearly pleased at how desperate you sound. how pathetic you look for both of your handlers.

"thas a good pup, showing me how grateful you are for yer capn's cock— fuck, such a tight and obedient pet, huh?" price praises, watching you nod desperately as he slams back into you. "fuck, we just needed to be a lil mean to you, huh, baby? tell you how bad yer fuckin' being?"

"fuck— yes, please, need you and si to remind me— i'm a good cumpuppy— ah!" you mewl, arching your back as you feel price frantically fuck up into you. the captain groans, burying himself deep inside you and stilling to fill you up thoroughly. the familiar heat of his cum buried in your cunt has you in tears.

"haaaa— thank you, thank you, oh fuck, please, thank you, sir.." you murmur, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel your own release, coating the poor mahogany desk in your cum. price doesn't pull out, in fact, he hums at how your pussy squeezes him.

"tha' good enough f'you, son?"