dumb pup central

"Hey Sharon, what's up, you haven't answered your… phone…." Nancy's cheery cry trailed off into stunned and horrified silence as she rounded the corner only to find her friend's living room occupied by a very burly, very naked man with a penis that dangled impressively between his legs. She gulped, uncertain where exactly was the least embarrassing place to put her gaze, and eventually settled for staring studiously at the ceiling as she stammered, "I, um, sorry, I--uh--where, um, where's Sharon?" She didn't recognize the stranger at all, not even in a vague sense of hearing about a new boyfriend or even a recent hook-up, but he clearly felt very much at home here.

His response made her look in his direction despite her best efforts to keep her eyes on the ceiling--he gave her a patronizing chuckle and said, "She's lying down, I'm afraid she got just a little too dickdumb and needed a nap. How can I help you?" It was a startling turn of phrase, but even more startling was what Nancy saw when she glanced at him in surprise and alarm; his big swinging cock was beginning to stiffen, and Nancy couldn't quite believe its impressive heft. It looked thicker than her wrist, and almost as long as some of the toys she kept in her nightstand, and try as she might she couldn't seem to tear her gaze away from it once she started staring. It seemed to have a strange, insidious pull on her attention.

But she couldn't just stand there staring at some stranger's dick, especially not one who was very comfortable hanging out naked in her best friend's apartment, so she did her best to fumble out some kind of a response. All she managed was, "W-wha, I, uh, d-dickdumb? Dickdumb, what's….?" before she realized she probably sounded more foolish than if she'd said nothing at all. Nancy closed her mouth and returned her focus to trying to stare back up at the ceiling, down at the floor, anywhere but at the stranger's twitching, throbbing, dripping monster of a cock. At this rate, he was probably going to think she was some kind of horny man-stealing tramp or something.

The man chuckled again, approaching her with a condescending smile on his face. "Oh, come on, pretty girl, you know what 'dickdumb' means!" He took her hand and placed it on his shaft, molding his fingers around it. Nancy couldn't help noticing that they didn't quite meet. "Girls like you get dickdumb when they see a big hard cock that looks like it could fuck them senseless, and they get really dickdumb when it pushes into their wet pussy and all their brains leak out their ears. You know all about being dickdumb, Nancy, even if you don't know it yet." Hearing her name from his lips should have been a red flag, but Nancy was staring down at his stiff prick, watching herself stroke it with a kind of bemused, dissociated fascination, and some of the details of his speech were fraying around the edges.

She continued to stroke him even after he took his hand away, which left him free to pull down her panties and tease her slick labia with his fingers. Nancy's eyes glazed over, and even though she felt like she should have snapped out of the spell of lust he was weaving when he spun her around and bent her over, she only had a tiny few fractions of a second to register what was happening before he flipped up her skirt and his prick pushed its way inside her. After that, she couldn't really think of much of anything at all, and when he murmured, "Cock goes in, brain goes out, right, sweetie?" she only grunted in blank, thoughtless agreement. Her jaw slackened, tongue lolling out in an expression of ahegao ecstasy, as Nancy gave in and let herself go fully dickdumb for her new owner at last.

They went quiet. And then they were begging him to let them look. And now he was laying back on the floor with his legs spread and three dumb ass fucking idiots poking and prodding at his cunt.

“Dude…your cunt is fucking hot.” One of them mumbles, using his fingers to spread his lips and look inside. “And your dick, it’s really growing huh? I’ve never seen an actual trick.”

“Yeah…hey I wanna see something.” He doesn’t expect it when his friends tongue is dragged against his cunt, bottom right up to his now twitching dick.

“You’re getting hard!”

“You just licked my fucking dick no shit I’m getting hard!” He defended, trying to close his legs and making the other boys whine.

“No dude come on! We’re just looking!”

“And licking!”

He rolls his eyes and that’s when he catches the only one being quiet, he’s looking at his cunt and stroking his own cock.

“You taste really good.”

“Does he? I want to try to!” And he’s got a face shoved between his legs, lapping at his pulsing hole and perked cock. His head throws back gasping, hands tangled into a head full of hair.

“Oh my…fucking hell! Asshole! Give some warning!” He scolded, but he didn’t pull him away.

“Oh fuck, yeah dude suck his cock. I wanna see him cum.”

“I’m…’mmmm…right here asshole!” He doesn’t sound as intimidating when he’s moaning and writhing on the floor. He hears the sounds of zippers going down, and he sees his friends startin to jerk themselves off.

“Can…dude please let me put it in. I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“What?! No! Just jerk off!”

“No dude come on please?!”

There’s fingers inside him now, rubbing against his sensitive nerves and making electricity shoot up his spine.

“M…not…not a fucking girl!”

That’s gets them to freeze. They share a look before speaking again.

“We know that.”

“Yeah dude, we know. Just fuckin horny yeah? And you don’t need as much prep.”

“No really, listen! Bottom this time and next time I’ll do it yeah? Fuckin wish I knew we were doin this I would’ve prepped before coming. You got a strap right? I’ve seen it in your dresser.”

He blinks at them. They’re not touching him because he has a cunt. They’re touching him because they’re horny idiots who all want to fuck eachother. What fucking morons. He sighs again, a smile spreading on his face as he relaxed and closes his eyes.

"you mount me so good, puppy.. you're such a good boy, always making me feel good.."

"bite me, be a good dog and mark your owner, it's okay.. i belong to you just as you belong to me.."

and the thing i love most is that none of it is the reason you're here. you don't love me because i'm masculine. you don't love me because of how i show up on any particular day. you love me. the actual person underneath all of it. the gender stuff is just texture. it's not the substance. you saw that from the start and you've never once made me feel like i had to pick a lane and stay in it to be worthy of you.

i love how comfortable i am in my own skin around you because of that freedom. how being soft with you doesn't undo anything. how i can be the one holding things together and still get to be tender.

i love taking care of you. genuinely. not because of any role i'm supposed to play. just because it's who i am. making sure you've eaten. carrying the heavy bags without being asked. noticing when you're tired before you say it. pulling you into my side just because i want you close.

and then sexually…

i love the way you melt the second someone finally takes their time with you. the way being held and praised and worked open slowly makes you fall apart in the best way. the way you ask so sweetly when you want something. please. so soft. so genuine. and the way you fall apart even sweeter when you finally get it.

i love how responsive you are. how every gasp and shiver tells me exactly what's working. i love edging you until you're crying happy tears. i love going down on you slow until your thighs shake. i love fucking you with my strap and watching your face the entire time, watching you take every inch like you were made for exactly this.

i love your softness and i love what's underneath it. the fire. the way you can be the most precious thing in a room and also know exactly what you want and how to take it when you need to.

i love how you taste. how you sound when you finally let go. how you look at me like i'm everything when i'm taking my time with you.

i love how you cry sometimes during it. not from sadness. from how much it all is. how good. how safe you feel with me.

i love you. all of you. every single version. and i love that you love all of me too, whatever shape that takes on any given day.

oh sweetheart, your puppy parts look so puffy and sensitive! my poor needy little thing. there's no need to be embarrassed. when you get all hard and sticky like this, it means it's time for daddy to touch you. i know it can be intense, but we have to make the ache go away, ok?

just relax, sweet puppy. that's right. daddy's here. daddy's got you. i'm going to start touching you now and i'm not going to stop until your puppy parts feel alllllll better.