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Quirrel stood in the dimly lit chamber, his antennae twitching as he surveyed the scene before him. Tiso, on his hands and knees, wore a collar adorned with spikes and small bells that jingled as he panted, his tongue lolling out. Pinned onto his hood were floppy dog ears. His hands were covered with gloves that mimicked big stompy paws. And last but not least, a pup tail plug.
"Very good," Quirrel murmured, stepping closer. His claws brushed against the side of Tiso's head, tracing the curve of one floppy ear. Tiso whined softly, his breathing shallow, his back arching slightly under the touch.
The bells on his collar jingled as he shifted, his muscular frame tense but compliant. Quirrel circled him slowly, his mandibles clicking as he observed the way Tiso's body reacted to the slightest touch. His claws traced down the back of Tiso's neck, following the line of his vertebrae until they reached the plug's base. There, Quirrel gave a light tug, making Tiso yelp and his hole clench.
"Shhh, pup," Quirrel soothed, though his claws tightened slightly in the furred fabric of Tiso's tail base. "Master won't hurt you."
Tiso whimpered at his words, his legs spreading instinctively. The motion made his tail plug shift inside him, drawing another soft yelp from between his mandibles. Quirrel's antennae twitched with satisfaction as he watched the ant writhe under his touch.
"Good," Quirrel murmured, his claws tracing up Tiso's spine before circling around to press against his hips. "Show me how much you want this." He applied gentle pressure, coaxing Tiso to arch his back further.
The ant complied immediately, his breathing growing heavier. The bells on his collar chimed as he moved, the sound filling the chamber like a frantic rhythm. Tiso's paws flexed against the floor. The plug shifted inside him with every movement, stretching his hole in a way that made his thighs tremble. His cock, already thick and heavy between his legs, dripped onto the floor beneath him. A thin strand of precum connected to the stone.
Quirrel knelt behind Tiso, one clawed hand sliding up the ant's back to grip his shoulder while the other reached between his legs. His fingers curled around Tiso's shaft, giving it a firm squeeze. Tiso whined and his hips bucked forward into the touch, his cock twitching in Quirrel's grip. His body tensed as Quirrel stroked him, his breath coming in short pants that fogged the cool air.
"Look at you," Quirrel murmured, his mandibles clicking softly as he admired the way Tiso's body responded to his touch. "So eager for your master's hand."
With a gasp followed by a whimper, Tiso had already came. Tears began to form at the base of Tiso's eyes, his face flushed. He went from his paws on the floor to his elbows, as he had opted to cover his face.
"Aw, don't be embarrassed, T. You're a good puppy, even if you came fast," Quirrel cooed, stroking the back of Tiso's head with one hand while still holding his cock with the other. His thumb smeared the thick semen across Tiso's belly. "See how good you are? Master's very pleased with you."
Tiso whined, pressing his forehead against the stone floor, his tail 'wagging' weakly. His hole clenched around the plug as Quirrel's words washed over him, his breathing still ragged. The bells on his collar chimed softly as he moved, the sound almost musical in the quiet chamber. Quirrel leaned down, his antennae brushing against Tiso's back as he whispered into his ear.
"Master thinks you deserve a treat," Quirrel walked around Tiso, now standing in front of him. "Sit, boy."
As commanded, Tiso quickly sat up, sitting 'properly.' He was met with Quirrel's cocks semi-hard in front of his face. Quirrel's right hand took hold of Tiso's chin, tilting his head back slightly as he guided his left cock past the ant's mandibles. "Open," he murmured, his thumb pressing lightly against Tiso's cheek.
Tiso obediently opened his mouth, his breath warm and uneven against Quirrel's shaft. Quirrel gently pushed his left cock into Tiso's waiting mouth, relishing the warm, wet embrace of the ant's mandibles. He slowly thrust deeper, his hand still firmly gripping Tiso's chin to guide the movement. The ant's eyes, watery with tears of submission, looked up at Quirrel with a mixture of fear and worship. Tiso's throat muscles constricted around the invading cock, his mandibles working instinctively to pleasure his master. Saliva dripped down his chin, pooling on his chest as he gagged slightly.
"I'll be gentle, pup. Don't worry." Quirrel stroked Tiso's face with his free hand as he continued the slow thrusts, his left cock sinking deeper into the ant's throat. The tight wet heat made his mandibles click in pleasure, his right cock twitching in the air. He could feel Tiso's throat working around him, struggling to accommodate the intrusion but determined to please. Tiso's paws rested lightly on Quirrel's thighs.
"You're taking it so well," Quirrel praised, his antennae quivering with satisfaction. He moved his hips slowly, giving Tiso's throat a moment to adjust before pushing deeper. A low groan escaped his mandibles as Tiso's throat muscles massaged his shaft.
"Think you can take both at once?" Quirrel's antennae quiver with predatory interest as he withdraws his left cock from Tiso's throat, leaving a trail of saliva dripping down the ant's chin. Tiso's throat bobs, swallowing involuntarily, as he gazes up at his master with wide, watery eyes. His chest rises and falls in rapid, shallow breaths, his entire body quivering in a mix of apprehension and desperate submission.
Quirrel guides his right cock, still twitching and hard, to Tiso's mouth. He traces the swollen head along the ant's lips, smearing the bead of precum that has formed. "Open wider, boy. Show me how eager you are to please your master."
Tiso's mandibles part obediently, open as wide as Tiso can comfortably hold them as he prepares himself for taking both of Quirrel's cocks down his throat. Quirrel watched as Tiso's mandibles stretched wide, his breathing catching at the sight of that open, eager mouth. The ant's eyes darted up to him, glassy with need and submission. Quirrel's left cock was already wet from Tiso's throat, slick with saliva and twitching at the thought of being taken again.
"Good boy," Quirrel murmured, his antennae brushing against Tiso's ears. "You know what Master wants."
With slow, deliberate care, Quirrel pressed his left cock back between Tiso's mandibles, this time keeping his right cock positioned to slide alongside it.
Tiso's throat constricted as both cocks pressed against his tongue, the dual pressure making his breathing falter. His mandibles closed gently around the bases, not gripping hard but holding Quirrel's shafts firmly in place. Quirrel's left hand guided the back of Tiso's head, helping him lower as the ant's throat stretched to accommodate both thick cocks.
Tiso's mandibles spread wide as Quirrel's right cock entered his mouth, the ant's eyes watering as he struggles to take both shafts. His throat muscles spasm around the invading flesh, gagging slightly as Quirrel's left hand guides him down.
"You're doing so well, my good boy," Quirrel purrs, his antennae twitching with pleasure as he feels Tiso's throat working around both cocks.
The tight, wet heat of Tiso's throat surrounds both of Quirrel's cocks, the thick muscle fluttering in desperate efforts to accommodate the stretch. Quirrel's mandibles click in pleasure as he watches Tiso's face, flushed and tear-streaked, his mandibles stretched obscenely wide to take his master's dual shafts. The ant's breathing comes in short, gasping bursts, his body tensing and relaxing as he fights to relax his throat.
"Deeper, pup," Quirrel commands softly, guiding Tiso's head downward with firm pressure.
The ant's throat bulges obscenely as Quirrel pushes both cocks in, the tapered tips pressing deeper into the vulnerable passage. Tiso's body tenses, a muffled whimper escaping around the thick shafts in his mouth. His mandibles tremble as they hold onto the base of Quirrel's cocks, ensuring a tight seal around them. Tears stream down his face, mixing with the saliva already dripping from his chin.
"That's it," Quirrel coos, petting Tiso with one hand while keeping the pressure steady with the other. He can feel the ant's throat muscles convulsing around both cocks, the tight heat incredible.
Quirrel lets out a satisfied hum as Tiso's throat muscles ripple around both his cocks. The ant's body is rigid beneath him, shaking with the strain, but his mandibles stay open obediently. "You're such a good boy," Quirrel murmurs, running a claw along Tiso's temple. "Taking both for me like this."
Tiso's response is a gurgled whimper, his throat bulging as Quirrel pushes a little deeper. The dual penetration stretches the ant wider than before, and Quirrel can feel every spasm of his throat working to accommodate the invasion.
Tiso's entire body trembles as Quirrel's twin cocks fill his throat, the stretch burning in the most intoxicating way. His mandibles ache from being held so wide, saliva dripping steadily down his chin and splashing onto the stone floor beneath him. The bells of his collar chime softly as he shifts, the sound almost drowned out by the wet, sloppy noises of his throat being fucked.
Quirrel's antennae quiver against his head, the touch sending shivers down Tiso's spine. "Mmm, you're about to get your treat." The ant's stomach tightens in anticipation as he feels the first thick pulse of Quirrel's twin cocks. Hot cum surges down Tiso's throat, filling his mouth and pushing against the back of his tongue as both cocks release simultaneously. He gags instinctively, but swallows rapidly, trying to keep up with the deluge. The heat of it burns in the most delicious way, coating his tongue and sliding down his throat. Quirrel's hands tighten in Tiso's hair as he moans, his body shuddering as he empties himself into the ant's throat.
The cum continues pouring down Tiso's throat in thick ropes, his belly swelling as he struggles to keep up. Some spills from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto the stone below. Quirrel's mandibles clack loudly as he moans, his antennae twitching violently against Tiso's head. The ant's throat convulses around the pumping shafts, swallowing desperately as the cum floods his passage. His own cock dribbles a thin stream of fluid, untouched but stimulated by the overwhelming sensation of being filled.
Quirrel gives a satisfied click as he finally pulls back, letting his cocks pop free from Tiso's mouth with wet slurping sounds. Tiso gasps for air, his throat raw and aching. Strings of saliva and cum stretch between his mandibles before breaking, dripping onto his already-splattered chest. His body trembles as he wipes his mouth with the back of his paw, smearing Quirrel's seed across his face. His belly feels heavy and distended from the volume of cum swallowed.
"Good boy," Quirrel purrs, stroking Tiso's head with one clawed hand while the other reaches down to grip the base of his right cock, squeezing out the last few drops. The ant's mandibles are slick with saliva and seed, his throat working instinctively as he swallows what remains. Tiso exhales shakily, his body still quivering from the overwhelming experience. His throat feels raw and stretched, the ghost of Quirrel's twin cocks still present as he swallows repeatedly to work past the burn. His belly aches from the volume of cum swallowed, the heat settling deep in his stomach. The stone floor beneath him is slick with his own drool and Quirrel's seed, the musk of their coupling hanging heavy in the air.
"Did you enjoy that?" Quirrel asks, crouching to stroke Tiso's face with one clawed finger. The ant shivers as the touch trails along his jaw, smearing cum across his cheek.
Not responding verbally, Tiso nods weakly.
"Good, good boy. Come here, pup, let's get you changed.."