#skott

Skott whined, squirming a bit as you stroked his cock while thrusting so deep into him. It was too much. "Please-- ah!--" he let out a choked out moan when he felt the sleek, black leathery collar that was fastened around his neck, tightened a bit.

"Such a good boy, Skott." You murmured, your voice gentle.

Too bad your thrusting isn't.

His nails scratching along your back, whining and moaning. "Please, please, sir-- let me cum--" he begged, sounding pathetic as he can be.

"Already, pup?" You tsked. "Just hold a little longer for me, you can do that, can't you dog?"

Skott whimpered. Clenching around your intruding cock, he knew he must look like a mess right now. He had no doubts he was.

His signature shades hanging onto dear life on his face.

"I-- I can try." He found himself saying.

He didn't actually think he could, it was already a bit overwhelming with your hand on his cock and how good your cock was filling him up.

He couldn't bring himself to admit that last part out loud, but he's sure that you already knew since you started fucking him a bit more hard. Seemingly trying to find that special bundle of nerves.

"You feel so good around my cock, puppy." You whispered, Skott felt himself blush even more at your crude words.

"Sh-- Shut up...!" He whined pathetically.

"Uh-uh, bad boy Skott." You said, your voice a bit firm. Your other hand grabbing his chin.

Earning a soft whimper from him.

Skott nearly let out a whine of disappointment when you suddenly lifted your hand off of his cock, but he did let out a yelp of surprise when you used that hand to lift one of his legs and placed it over your shoulder.

"Sir--!" He cried out when he felt your cock hit his prostate.

You smirked. Beginning to targeting it.

Ripping out more sobs and moans from the IPC specialist.

"That's right, puppy, doing so good." You praised him, earning a pitiful cry from Skott. "You ever been fucked by a cock like this, Skott?" You questioned. It was more of a tease than a actual question.

Skott tried to respond but another sob left his throat.

You clicked your tongue, moving your hand off his chin and lifted his other leg over your shoulder. Fucking him more deeply, continuing to hit his prostate.

Earning more cries from the man below you.

"Answer me, dog." You ordered firmly.

The IPC specialist whimpered, his cock twitching, his body responding to your orders. He didn't fucking know why but he was.

"N-- No! N-- Never!" He mewled.

"Yeah?" You smirked. Deciding to tease him a bit more.

"Y-- Yes! I-- I sweeaaarrr!!--" Skott sobbed, letting out a choked out moan when you hit his prostate again and again.

"Cum for me, you damn dog."

Skott sobbed as he came, spilling all over his lower belly and yours.

But you didn't stop.

Much to Skott's disbelief.

"Sir--! I just-- ah!-- came!" Skott tried to protest but it came out more like a whimper.

You tugged on the leash, to remind him of who's really in control in this situation.

It made Skott whine again, but his cock twitched slightly. You knew he was enjoying this, even if he wasn't admitting it.

"You can handle it." You said simply, but there was a underlying firmness and authority in your voice that Skott noticed.

He knew he was at your mercy, and you knew it too.

***

It's been a few minutes, but for Skott, it felt like hours. He couldn't even moan, he could only sob and squirm as much as he could with his legs over your shoulders.

He felt so overstimulated, but he also felt the need to cum again. Tears streaming down his face as he scratched at your back.

"Sirrrr..! Pl..please...!" He sobbed. He wasn't even sure what he was begging for anymore. For you to stop? For you to give him more? For you to give him mercy?

You smirked, tugging on the leash. "Cum for me again, dog." You ordered.

Skott didn't need to be told twice, not when he's feeling so overstimulated and desperate. He sobbed when he came once more, spilling all over his lower belly and yours, coating thrm white.

"Good boy." You purred, before burying yourself to the hilt and eventually came a few seconds after him.

(Skott wasn't even sure how deep you were, but definitely deep enough that he felt like he could feel you in his throat. Not literally but still.)

Skott whined, he felt so full. He barely registered that you had pulled out of him slowly. And that you had put his legs down.

He let out a soft noise when he felt you tug on the--his leash, he slowly sat up, feeling your body pressed against his. "Good boy, you did so well." You murmured in his ear.

Skott hust buried his face into your chest, now feeling heavily embarrassed once the realization dawned on him of what he did with you just now.

"Yo-...You better not tell anyone...please.." Skott wanted to sound more threatening but he was a bit exhausted from the overstimulation and everything else. "Haha, okay. That I can do." You chuckled.