Im a Person

König moans in answer, groping at Gaz's ass, the curve of his shoulders and back. Their official date night, where König goes to Gaz's place off base, and gets wrecked from soul to skin.

Gaz pulls back, keeping König against the door with just a soft touch to his chest- he's so good and responsive. The heavy cock trapped against his thigh twitches. "So I had an idea... What do you think about starting date night a little early?"

König blinks, blushes, and nods a shy little yes. He's always so sweet for Gaz, turns into butter immediately, and it's the cutest, most adorable thing he's ever seen. It's also hot as fuck.

Gaz pats König's chest and bends to pick up the bag he'd dropped. König's eyes go wide at what he pulls out- a thick gag, blue leather and gold buckles and rings, and a fat cock attached to it- perfectly sized to sit in König's mouth, fill him down to his throat, and leave him almost choking on it.

"Oh, you like?" Gaz chuckles at the way König's pupils dilate. "Yeah, you put this on, now. And then you walk the long way round to meet me at the gate."

König's heart pounds, heat flushing through his cheeks, down his chest, pooling in his cock. Wear the gag- under the hood, no one would know, only he and Gaz would, at how he would be swallowing and panting around the cock, unable to remove it without removing the hood and then everyone would see-

He gulps, and kneels down, eyes and chin up, mouth open, and gets a soft caress to his cheek in reward.

"Oh, what a good boy you are," Gaz coos, and promptly buckles the gag around König's head. Straps not too tight, and his lashes flutter as the cock settles heavy on his tongue- for someone else, it might have been too big, but for König it's perfect. "Fuck, you look so good. Open your eyes for me, let me see if that blues a match."

König obediently opens his eyes, looking up at Gaz. His cheeks are red, eyes watering, and there's something so alluring about the way his lips stretch around the gag, how Gaz knows behind the flat base is a cock just a little smaller than his own- oh yes, this was a great idea. Those big blue irises match the leather perfectly, all the brighter for the way he's tearing up, throat working a bit as he adjusts.

He grins as König lowers his head and nuzzles across Gaz's groin, finding his cock and rubbing against it, moaning and huffing through the gag. Big hands cradle Gaz's hips, cup his ass again, bring him forward to grind his own cock against König's face, as he huffs and pants through his nose. He's like a big puppy, sniffing to get as much musky scent as possible. He even whines like one, when Gaz runs his hand over the short blond buzz cut, spreading his thighs and helping König really get his nose in there, knowing it's making it hard to breathe, even slinging a leg over König's shoulder and hooking it over him, grinding down hard to get his cock against those big pathetic begging eyes.

Gaz lets him go, panting, and watches carefully to make sure König's not in trouble- but he's breathing deeply, if rapidly, and his hands are clenching and unclenching as he struggles not to stroke his cock where it's filling up against his thigh. Gaz is hard as well, blood rushing, heady with the thought of this happening, of König wearing his gag in public like this.

He wants more. He needs more, and grasps König's cheeks in both hands. "Love, ready? Last thing," and he gets a hand on his belt and loosens it, König helping him, eager to get his cock out.

Between the two of them, Gaz is bare assed in no time, and he rubs the head of his cock over König's face for a minute just to enjoy himself- precome drooling over his cheeks, at the curve of his lips, and Gaz chuckles when he realizes that König is attempting to work his tongue around the edge of the gag, trying to taste him. It won't work, the silicone cock is too big to maneuver around, but fuck what a sight, muscles tense and straining, cheeks red and tear stained, and König just pleading up at him with those fucking eyes. Gaz could spend years looking into those eyes.

He strokes himself a final few times, working the slick pre around König's nostrils, and flips the hood back over. A few adjustments and only Gaz would know the way it clings to his face, the way it curves, is because his boyfriend is almost throating a cock, that he's got Gaz's own pre in his nose, sticking to the fabric.

Standing, he's as a huge and imposing as ever, except for the thick throbbing cock outlined in his tac pants.

Gaz, ever helpful, gives König a hand with tucking it up under his waistband, teasing along the plump head with his fingers, and kisses the big, fat pec in front of his face when König whimpers, hips jolting. "Good boy," he praises, and another little spurt of precome spills out of König's cock. That's alright, his black shirt will hide that easily. "Ready for your walk, puppy?"

König can't answer, but he curls down around Gaz, hands shaking, and whines and moans against his ear. Aw yes, if he had a tail it would be wagging, so eager to please.

"Good boy," Gaz coos, and makes a mental note to buy a couple of those tail plugs. "Go on then- I'll meet you at the front. Remember, no shortcuts, no cheating," and König looks down at him with those big, wet eyes, so hard it must hurt, his hood fluttering with each breath panting through his nose. He shakes his head a promise to behave, and Gaz gets up on his toes to kiss him, just right over the flat base of the gag.

König is sent out with a slap to the ass that makes him stumble, fat cock drooling, and Gaz rushes to shove his own back into his pants. Fuck, he's going to need every extra minute to get himself under control. He wants to be waiting at the gate, cool and collected, when König arrives.

-

König stumbles almost blindly through the halls, relying on muscle memory to carry him. Every breath brings Gaz's cock into his nose, the pre drying sticky on his skin; every flex of his tongue to try and swallow around the cock only reminds him that he can't, that it's so thick and fat that saliva is pooling in the corners of his lips, starting to slip down his chin.

If he drools enough, a slobbering mutt, then the hood will soak it up and stick to the straps of the gag, the outline of a flat base that means it's nothing so basic as a ball gag, but something else, something making König ache and throb and whimper, as he trots with his dog tags jingling towards the front gate where he's going home with Gaz.

Gaz his boyfriend, partner and master and friend, who throws popcorn at the TV and slings his feet into König's lap when they're cold, who finds gloves and socks on König's size and sneaks them into his dresser, who kisses him with sleepy eyes in the morning before he even crawls out of bed. Gaz who buckles a silicone cock into König's mouth and sends him on a walk, a restless puppy, needing chew toys and exercise to wear him out.

Halfway there and König is struggling to think, his brain melting into the hot soft mess that Gaz turns him into, a simple creature who only knows lick and bark and beg. He hasn't asked Gaz to collar him, not yet, but he thinks about it, a strap of pale blue around his throat, and his cock throbs so hard he has to stop moving and breathe just to avoid coming across his own belly.

He shudders, hands clenched, and starts walking again. Good boy, he remembers, and counts his own steps to stay in control. Three hundred left to Gaz.

-

Gaz timed himself well; he's waiting only a few minutes before König comes through the doors, beelining to the gate he's waiting at. From a distance he looks fine, but as he comes closer Gaz can see the way his feet are dragging, the damp patch around his mouth under the hood, the glazed look in his eyes. Gaz tugs him close, and out of sight lifts the front of the man's shirt- his cock bulges up from his pants, head deep pink and drooling, and Gaz swipes his fingers over it- König moans, strangled, behind the gag, hips jumping- and sucks it off, humming. His own cock has been hard the whole time, but not as urgently as the poor puppy in front of him, begging with whines and big blue eyes.

"Ready to go home, baby?" He asks, and gets a nod and a desperate squeeze of his hand. "Alright, hop in," and König stumbles into the passenger side of the truck, grunting and shivering, clearly overstimulated. Perfect.

Gaz climbs in and turns the ignition, and as he rolls out past the gate, reaches over and unbuckles König's pants and belt one handed. The cock that springs up is achingly hard, and König moans and reaches up to clutch at the headrest. The soft choking sounds as Gaz strokes his cock make his own throb, leaking; the way König arches and squirms, needy, nearly make him drive off the road.

He grins, heat thrumming in his veins, and starts playing- fingers rubbing the head of König's cock, up his belly in a ticklish patter, finding a soft pec and twisting his cute little nipple. Gaz pinches at it as König whines, chest heaving, and releases it only when he's satisfied that it's swelling up.

He makes König lean over the center console to have the other played with, and gives him a stroke over his cock in reward for being good. "Mask off, baby," he coos, and oh what a sight for sore eyes- König is red from throat to ears, spit smeared down his chin, his lips stretching pink around the gag. His eyes swim with tears, his nostrils flare with each breath, and Gaz hauls the wheel over to park them on the side of the road.

König's deaf and dumb by now, heedless to anything other than direct orders, so Gaz's gentle, "Come around," prompts him to slide out of his seat and trot around the truck, cock still loose and drooling, to kneel where Gaz has his door open, legs braced, his pants shoved down to pull out his own cock.

The hood dangles in soft folds around König's shoulders, his shirt is still twisted up above his pecs, squeezing tight and forcing them out like nice fat tits; with his cock hanging heavy and wet over his balls he looks good enough to eat. The gag straps crease his cheeks when Gaz tugs them, tugging König by the head, a puppy rubbing soft and needy over Gaz's balls, the same motion as he'd done before but twice as thrilling now.

"Alright, deep breath in, and out," Gaz prompts, and König swallows around the gag and then exhales as it's loosened and pulled free; thick trails of spit connect it to his tongue and lips before breaking, sticking to his chin, and Gaz gives him a moment of full, unimpeded breathing before he sets the gag aside and shoves König down to the base of his cock, popping right into that soft open throat, and starts fucking.

König makes the most gorgeous noises, pants and moans and chokes, his eyes fluttering open and closed. His cock is spilling a steady string of precome, and Gaz loves it, loves that he can play with his puppy so much, his sweetheart with the softest, neediest eyes and the bone-deep need to hand over the reins to someone else- and he picked Gaz, gives him all the trust over his body, his mind, his reputation.

Gaz shoves König down so far his nose smashes flat to his pelvis, feeling the way König's throat works around his cock, and holds him there for a count of thirty. Up and off, spit and precome frothy bubbles at his lips, pupils blown, and down again for another count.

Gaz keeps that pace, sets the rhythm, moans and drops praise from his lips to König's ears, and when he's ready to come starts fucking hard again- deep rolls of his hips, König bracing himself against the open truck door, the loud choked off moans all that they can hear.

"Good boy, come on, take it," he grunts, and reaches down to twist a nipple again. König would whine if he wasn't stuffed with cock. "Fucking tight throat- need to do this more and get it all stretched out. You're wearing that gag all night, baby, my sweet little puppy- go on, make me come, good dog," and König groans and swallows hard, eyes rolling, as Gaz fucks his cock so deep and hard he can feel König's throat bulging from it.

Gaz holds him to his base, panting through the shuddering burst of pleasure, one hand scrambling for the gag; as he finds it, he pulls König off, sears the sight into his memory- red cheeks and lips, wet eyes, tongue lolling and drooling with come dripping off it- and shoves the gag back into König's mouth, fucking his face with silicone, making him groan and writhe, his cock so hard, spurting milky pre out.

Gaz pulls on the man's shoulder, still working the gag in and out, to get him up higher and in reach, and gets a grip on that throbbing cock. One stroke, a twist of his fingers, and König grabs at Gaz, clinging to him, sobbing through silicone and pleasure, those thick muscles flexing as he comes in spurts hard enough it splashes Gaz in the chest and throat.

Gaz keeps the gag in his mouth, bracing König against his knees, as the big man sags, eyes rolling. Only a few seconds, just long enough to let the orgasm linger, the haze of come-drunk, fucked out, shuddering limbs that make those big blue eyes so dark and stupid, and then the gag comes out with a heaving breath, König spitting and coughing, and Gaz hauls him up with all his strength to pepper his face with kisses.

"My sweet boy," he murmurs, licking at the mess of spit and come streaking König's cheek, "my baby. So good, so fucking perfect, come on, up," and König whines and clambers into the seat with Gaz, squeezing his massive bulk in like a big dog, elbows and knees, and Gaz hums and strokes his sweaty back, one hand tucking down to cup his cock. König whimpers a little, and Gaz shushes him, soothing him, as he strokes with his thumb, just a soft idle touch, feeling the hard flesh start to soften.

He sits there for a while with the engine idling, door swinging open, just holding König and letting his weight settle Gaz into the seat, feeling the pressure on his ribs with every breath. It's quiet and calm and lovely, peaceful, just the hot smell of come and sex in Gaz's nose, and he only huffs and starts levering König back off his lap when his legs begin to get pins and needles.

He tilts his head up for a kiss when König is back on his feet, drowsy eyed and soft, and helps him tuck his cock back into his pants. The shirt comes back down, and as König starts to pull his hood back on, Gaz stops him with a sly smile.

"Now puppy, what did I say? You're wearing this all night," and König's eyes go wide as Gaz lifts the gag up, the silicone cock tacky with half-dried spit and come from König's mouth. He groans, and buries his head into Gaz's shoulder as the man laughs, mumbling. "Hm? What was that?"

König pulls up a little, licking at Gaz's throat, cleaning up some of the spurts of his own come. "I said, you're killing me, mein Prinz," he mumbles, and obediently opens his mouth for the gag. He swallows to take it in fully, and Gaz watches his pupils dilate as the straps are buckled back into place.