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“I have something.” Robby’s eyes fall onto his dresser. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Well,” Dennis chuckles. “What is it?”
He walks across the room, opening a drawer. They both stare down at a lone leather collar with a chain attached to it. Dennis feels his cheeks grow warm, unable to hide his small smile.
Robby watches his reaction, grinning, “Yeah?”
Dennis eagerly nods.
A familiar look of annoyance crosses Robby’s face, furrowing his brows, “I need your words.”
“Yes, yes.” Embarrassed at how eager he sounds, trying to play it cool. “I mean- yeah. I’m into that.”
Robby returns a smile, “Okay, perfect.” He takes the collar in his hands, closing the drawer with his hip and places it on top of the dresser. The sound of the metal clanking against the wood excites Dennis, his eyes growing wide from anticipation. He gulps, hiding his hands behind his back, nervously picking at his fingernails.
“If you’re going to wear my collar, then I’d better call you what you are.” Robby steps forward and Dennis is able to smell the leftover remnants of his cologne, corrupting him in seconds, his belly swirling with desire. Robby’s voice is thick, dripping off his tongue like molasses. “You’re my puppy.”
A mournful groan escapes from the back of Dennis’ throat before he has the chance to shut his mouth. He bites down punishingly hard on his bottom lip, ashamed of how turned on he is by his pet name.
Robby only stares back at him, offering him no embrace. He admires how his light blue eyes look up to meet his gaze. The skin below his lower lashes stay swollen and purple, sheepish in nature. Robby’s own fists squeeze by his sides, holding back how badly he wants to manhandle the young boy. To take him against the dresser, stretching out his cunt with his thick cock. Shoving into him until he's begging him to stop, but he won't, not until his own cum paints his insides, dripping down his pale thighs. Robby clears his throat, “Take your clothes off.”
Dennis nods, but hesitates when Robby plants himself against the drawers, his thick arms crossing over his chest, grabbing onto his own biceps. He asks meekly, “Aren’t you gonna do it too?
Robby traps his tongue between his teeth, tsking, “Not yet.”
Dennis complies, awkwardly peeling off his shirt, hearing his own heavy breathing beneath the fabric. He throws it on the floor and doesn’t look up, standing with his hands in front of his body, cautiously pulling on the string of his waistband. He steps out of his scrubs, left standing in only a pair of panties, exchanging sympathetic glances with Robby.
Robby runs his tongue against his teeth, offering mercy, “You don’t have to take those off yet.”
“Thank you,” Dennis murmurs.
Robby walks past him to a full length mirror leaning against his bedroom wall. Dennis doesn’t move until he hears the command, “C’mere.”
He scurries in front of Robby, displaying his full naked body in the mirror. He shudders over how his underwear sit low on his hips, accentuating their feminine curve. His tummy sticks out contradicting his slim wrists and ankles. Robby’s eyes wander over his pasty skin, “You have a very good body.”
Dennis looks at their reflection, Robby perched behind him like a giant. “Thanks.”
Robby leans forward, hovering over his right shoulder, inhaling a musty odor that radiates from his scalp. It’s disgusting and dirty. Robby wants to bathe in his scent. He leaves a kiss on his shoulder, lifting off to whisper, “Such broad shoulders.” His mouth litters his frame with small kisses, dragging his rough beard across his skin.
Dennis mewls, relieved he’s finally made contact. He naturally tilts his neck back, rubbing the crown of his head against Robby’s forehead. Robby steps closer to Dennis, his crotch rubbing against the small of his back, as Dennis pushes his ass back against his thighs. They grind against each other for a minute, finding a natural pattern, made to fit together.
Robby sneaks his arms underneath Dennis’ armpits, raising them up to grope his flat chest. He fingers the long scars beneath his nipples, making Dennis whimper from sensitivity. Robby pushes his nose against the side of Dennis’ head, muttering, "Beautiful chest.” Dennis hears the compliments, but keeps quiet, just watching how much skin Robby’s able to capture in his big palms, feeling so small in his hold.
Robby toys with his puffy nipples, pinching the sensitive nubs between his rough fingertips. “How much can you take for me, puppy?”
Dennis pushes harder against Robby’s soft belly, savoring the searing ache in his chest. His clit awakens in his underwear, throbbing from the pain, wanting attention for itself. Dennis leans his head further back, driving himself into Robby's neck, whimpering, “M-more, sir.”
Robby raises his eyebrows, watching the boy crumble in his grasp. He traps his pink nipples between his thumbs and knuckles, stretching them forward. “You want more?”
Dennis closes his eyes, muffling his cries in his closed mouth. His chest feels like it’s on fire, making his pussy all wet and vulnerable. Robby quietly finds the flesh where his neck and shoulder connect and bites down. A new dull pressure makes Dennis scream out, “Fuck!”
“This is what you wanted, right?” Robby’s mouth is full of saliva, mumbling again his shiny skin, “You want me to cover you in marks. Bites and bruises.”
Dennis nods and a stronger bite reminds him that Robby wants words. He rolls Dennis’ tender flesh between his teeth making Dennis whines, “Y-yes. I want you to hurt me.”
Robby groans into his skin listening to his shaky voice. His hands release his sensitive nipples, leaving them hard and pointy. Dennis lifts his head, seeing the deep indent in his skin, left red and irritated. Robby’s hands trail down his torso, grabbing his hips and fingering his pale happy trail past his belly button.
“This turns you on?” Robby asks.
Dennis hides a bashful smile. “Of course.”
“Let’s see.” Without warning, Robby’s hand drops down the front of his panties, running his middle and ring fingers through his slick folds dripping with fresh arousal. The heavenly heat makes his own cock twitch in his pants. “Christ- are you always this wet?”
Dennis’ eyebrows come together as though he’s about to cry. “N-no.”
Robby’s free arm wraps around Dennis' chest, trapping him against his own body, growling in his ear, “I doubt that.” His long fingers continue to glide through Dennis’ core. He pulls back, brushing past his swollen clit. Striking Dennis’ bundle of nerves, his thin lips part releasing the softest moan, rushing hot blood straight to Robby’s dick. “I want to eat you out.”
Dennis whispers, “Please.”
“I need to know how you taste first.” Robby lifts his hand up, holding up two glossy fingers in front of his face. He commands, “Open.”
Dennis' jaw falls open, closing his lips around Robby’s thick fingers. His eyes grow wide and glassy, submitting to the intrusion in his mouth.
“Tell me,” he removes his hand. “How do you taste?”
Dennis is locked into Robby’s gaze, unable to describe the flavor in his mouth. They both can feel the effects of their twelve-hour shift on their bodies and his cunt reflects his exhaustion. Dennis looks down for a moment as he lies through his teeth, “Sweet.”
Robby slowly reveals a sly smile, dragging out a long, “Nooo. I don't think so.”
Dennis' knees grow weak from guilt, allowing himself to fall deeper into Robby’s grip. His forearm tightens around his frail body, speaking sternly, “We’re going to try again. And you’re going to be honest with me this time.” Robby dips his hand back into his panties, easily gliding through his warmth, gathering his arousal on his fingertips. He lifts his hand out and orders, “Again.”
Dennis opens his mouth, taking Robby’s fingers, the familiar taste covering his tongue. Robby watches through the mirror, waiting for the truth. “What do you taste like?”
Robby keeps his fingers resting in his mouth, stretching out his cheeks. Dennis' words come out muffled, only adding to his degradation, “Hmm- salty.”
Robby appreciates his honesty, hugging him harder, “What else?”
“Sweaty.” Dennis admits.
Robby groans from excitement, ready to stick his face into his dirty cunt. He hooks his fingers against Dennis’ cheek, guiding his lips into his mouth. He kisses him, dragging his tongue over his, tasting his filthy pussy through his mouth. Dennis accepts Robby’s tongue, sucking him down, exchanging spit until their jaws ache.
Dennis stumbles forward when Robby lets go. Reorienting himself, standing up on his own. Robby grabs the collar from the shelf and returns to Dennis. “I want you to know, if you want this off, just tell me. Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”
Denins humbly looks down at the collar, then back up at Robby. “I know.”
Robby gives a weak smile, his eyes crinkling, “Okay.” He stands behind him again, wrapping the cool leather around Dennis’ slender neck.
The cold material sends a chill down Dennis’ spine, watching himself become owned. Robby furrows his brows, aging folds appearing across his forehead from concentration. The metal buckle shuts and Robby gives the leash a gentle tug. Dennis wobbles on his feet making him giggle.
“Happy?”
He nods, “Mhm-mm.”
Robby almost doubles over from desire looking into Dennis’ blue eyes, round and glossy from his submission. He’s perfect. “Are you going to be an obedient puppy for me?”
Dennis’ eyes flutter, “Yes.”
Robby wraps the chain around his knuckles and pulls back, Dennis stumbling on his feet, landing against his broad chest. He speaks through a clenched jaw, “Say it.”
Dennis’ voice comes out strained as his airway tightens, “I-I’m an obedient puppy.”
Robby mutters into his grimy hair, “You’re a good boy.”
“I’m a good boy.”
“That will do anything I ask.”
Dennis pauses to take a deep breath, wheezing against the pressure of the leather squeezing his throat, “I’ll do anything you ask.”
Robby begins grinding his hips against Dennis’ soft ass, moaning through his words, “You will listen and obey.”
Dennis feels the hard member assault his back, immediately getting flustered, “I- I will listen.” He pauses, breathing deliberately, “I will obey.”
Robby pulls at Dennis’ chain again, craning his neck to rest against his shoulder, forcing him to look directly into Robby’s brown eyes. “Yeah, you will. Now, get on all fours.”
Dennis complies, lowering down to his knees and falling forward onto his palms. He arches his back and sticks out his ass, looking up at Robby for his next command. Robby palms over his growing bulge, transfixed by Dennis’ sensual position. “Look what you do to me, puppy.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” Dennis’ voice trembles, “I can fix that for you."
Robby considers, but shakes his head, not yet. He keeps the leash in one hand and starts walking towards the head of his bed. Dennis follows, quickly crawling after him, careful to not choke himself. Robby keeps touching himself, watching how Dennis’ body works to not fall behind, slightly panicked. Dennis breathes hard, his own knees aching against the hardwood floor. He strains all his muscles to keep balance, watching Robby’s legs march across the floor to know where to go, until they stop.
“Sit up.”
Dennis sits back on his heels and rests his hands on his lap. Robby wraps the leash around one of the posts of the bed. Once locked in place, he looks down at the poor boy and sticks his pointer finger out, “Stay.”
Dennis follows Robby only with his eyes, watching him drag a desk chair to the center of the room, a few feet in front of him. He collapses, unbuckling his belt and pulling it through his cargo pants, tugging those down as well. A deep exhale escapes from his chest as he pulls his erection out of his boxers, hitting the dark fabric that still covers his stomach.
Dennis whines to himself, sounding like a puppy begging for a treat.
Robby looks up, unamused, “What? Do you need something?”
“Yes, sir. I want-” He stops himself and tries again, more polite. “Can I please suck your cock, sir?”
“Why? You’re my pet. Your job is to sit there and look pretty for me.” Robby’s words are purposely cruel, making Dennis’ chest ache from humiliation.
He watches as Robby takes himself in his own hand, wiping his thumb over his bright head, gathering his precum and using it to lubricate himself. He moves his palm up and down, widening his knees, relaxing into his own satisfaction, showing off for Dennis, becoming irresistible.
Dennis tries again, “Oh please, sir. I can make you feel so good. Better than your hand. Y-you can use my mouth.”
Robby bites his bottom lip, his face blushing from the growing pleasure coming from Dennis’ desperation. His throat coats with a thick saliva, his voice becoming hoarse, “I don’t need you right now.”
Dennis licks his lips, admiring how full his balls seem, a dark shade of pink resting in his crotch. His own cunt pulsates from pent up desire. He grumbles, “Please, sir, please. Let me touch you. I need your cock in my mouth." Maybe unknowingly, Dennis starts shifting forward, his knees sliding against the wood floors, needing to taste Robby.
Robby watches him, only stopping when his leash becomes taut. “Where are you going, puppy? Breaking orders already.”
Dennis looks around, realizing what he’s done, “Fuck- I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t m-”
Robby cuts him off, "Don’t give me your pathetic excuses.”
Dennis’ eyes grow large, welling up with tears, his undereyes bags swelling up with regret. He gulps, “It won’t happen again, sir.”
“Yes, it will.” Robby scoots his chair forward, his knees inches away from Dennis lips. “Come closer.”
Dennis looks at Robby, then his cock, now close enough to smell his sex. He slides his knees forward, feeling a slight tug at his neck, the chain having no more give. Dennis looks up through teary eyes, shamefully admitting “I can’t anymore.”
Robby is more than entertained, dragging only his fingertips along his erection, giving himself hints of pleasure. He speaks with a condescending tone, “I thought you needed me.”
Dennis whines, “Oh- I do. I really do, sir.” He moans, imagining Robby’s thick cock in his mouth, drooling all over him. He wants to feel Robby’s hands in his hair, pushing and pulling him down, making him choke on him. “I need it more than anything right now.”
“Then, come closer.”
Dennis takes a deep breath, growing frustrated. His legs stay in place, but he pulls his head forward, slightly inching closer to Robby’s cock. He can feel the leather dig into his thin skin, contorting around the collar. He can feel the bruises bursting on his skin, marking him as Robby’s pet.
Robby watches him struggle, mouth agape, his cock begging to be touched. He rests his palm on the shaft, barely gripping himself, charmed by how hard Dennis is trying. Dennis’ breathing becomes loud, almost wheezing as his face turns a deep shade of red. He’s choking himself trying to reach my dick. The thought makes Robby’s hand speed up on himself, mumbling, “Just like that, puppy. Mhm, closer, get closer.”
Dennis pushes harder, growing lightheaded for the pressure around his neck. Tears roll down his cheeks, barely audible, whining, “N-no, wait for me.” He grows dizzy, his inner ears feel like they’re going to explode, unable to breathe. He falls backwards, coughing, looking at Robby through bloodshot eyes, “Please- I’m trying.”
“Mhm-mm, I know you are. You’re doing so good.” Robby sits at the edge of his chair and nods, as if to give permission.
As Dennis regains consciousness and registers what Robby’s offering, he scrambles up to his knees again. Leaning into Robby’s crotch, he becomes overwhelmed by his primal musk. Dennis rounds Robby’s head, sucking him off like he promised. He can only reach down half his erection, wrapping his lips around his shaft, sticking his tongue out, touching as much of him as he can.
Robby’s eyes roll to the back of his head, grunting now with each push into Dennis’ hot mouth. His hips thrust to give more, his sensitivity captured by Dennis’ velvety touch. The leather tightens around Dennis’ neck, keeping his head buzzing, unable to keep his eyes open. He drifts through the blowjob, encouraged by Robby’s roars.
“S’good. Feels amazing.” Robby lets Dennis finish him off, releasing his thick strands down the back of his throat. He swallows it all down and wipes his messy face with the back of his hand. Robby slumps forward, his hair disheveled and stuck to his forehead from sweat. He finally pulls his scrubs over his head, revealing his round belly covered in dark hair. Dennis squeezes his thighs together from the sight, wanting to wrap himself around him and never let go.
“Get up.”
Dennis slowly lifts himself up, slightly wobbly. Robby stays seated, leaning forward to kiss his chest as his hands find his hips. Robby licks his sweaty chest, scraping his teeth across his nipples as he fingers the waistband of Dennis’s underwear. Robby bites down hard on his erect nipple as he tugs the fabric down, revealing a dark, untamed bush.
Robby’s fingers slide between his pussy lips, playing with his slick arousal. Dennis widens his legs, giving him access and he takes the opportunity, plunging his long fingers deep inside. Dennis buckles forward as Robby curls them towards himself, pushing up against his most sensitive spot. Robby pumps them in and out, each time striking the spot that makes Dennis melt. “Ohmygod- yes.”
Robby leans down, planting a slopping kiss on his exposed clit. He sucks it, using his wet lips and soft tongue to weaken him. “Yes- Robby. Sorry, sir. Thank you, sir.” His words come out shaky, trying to stay upright as a growing explosion builds in his core.
Robby can taste the day’s work on him, the hard effort he always puts in. Dennis deserves to feel good. His fingers work at a speedy pace to keep up with his tongue, rounding his red and enlarged clit.
“A-ah, I’m close.” Dennis shuts his eyes and tightens his core. “Can I come?”
Robby mumbles, “Yes,” into his cunt. He keeps his pace even as he feels Dennis wavering above him. His knees bend, pushing his pussy into Robby’s nose. Dennis is loud, moaning and swearing, riding out his orgasm on Robby’s face.
It passes, leaving both of them gasping for fresh air. Dennis’ hand comes up to Robby’s face, trying to wipe his arousal off his beard. Instead, Robby grabs his tiny wrist as his other hand returns to his clit and starts rubbing again.
Dennis yelps, rushing backwards as much as he can, his arm still trapped in Robby’s grasp. “No, no, no. I can’t again.”
Robby squeezing his delicate wrist, “I thought I had a nice puppy that will do anything I ask.”
Dennis’ heart is pumping hard inside his chest, still not recovered from his first orgasm. He’s terrified of what will happen next, the words coming out quietly from his tight mouth, “I’m too sensitive."
Robby twists his arm in his hand, making Dennis’ face contort like he’s never seen before. He bares his teeth from the uncomfortable position, feeling like his bones are about to snap. “Does my puppy want to be punished then?”
“No.” His eyes fall to the floor from fear.
Robby releases his arm and stands up, his size intimidates Denis again. “You will do what I ask.” His large hand grabs his cunt, slapping it as he does.
Dennis’ hips squirm in his dominant hold, trying to escape. Robby lets him stumble around, but he just follows behind. Dennis looks around for somewhere to hide, but the tug of his collar keeps him besides the bed.
“You have nowhere to go.” Robby says with almost a light humor in his voice.
A flash of regret crosses Dennis’ face as Robby overpowers him, pushing him backwards till his back hits the wall. His hand covers his cunt as the other unwraps the leash from the bedpost. He wraps the chain around his knuckles and pulls it towards him, making Dennis fall against his chest. Dennis remembers that he wants this. Robby’s coarse chest hair stings his check in a way that leaves him whining for more. Robby pushes Dennis’ chin up with his knuckles, trapping his lips with his own. His beard burns his sensitive cheeks as his tongue leaves him submitting to whatever Robby wants again.
Robby pulls back, tugging on his leash, dragging him onto the bed. Dennis can’t deny it, laying flat on his back as Robby lays atop of him. He rests all his weight on his small body, holding Dennis’ legs open with his own. His free hands finds his overstimulated clit and starts rounding his arousal around. Immediately, Dennis bucks his hips crying out, “Fuck. It’s too much.”
Robby lays his cheek against Dennis’, “I know puppy, but you’re taking it so well.”
After a few more rounds, the pain transforms into a familiar relief. Dennis’ cries turn into moans, rounding his hips in agreement rather than escape. Robby can hear his acceptance. “Yeah, there it is.”
Dennis tries pushing his face against the covers, trying to hide his expression of pleasure. Robby just pulls him back, his collar choking him to stare into his devious, dark eyes. He breaks without asking, his vision blurring as his body twitching underneath Robby’s. As his belly weakens, he can feel a gush of liquid escape his pussy, rolling down his cunt covering his ass and thighs. Unable to properly react, understanding nothing other than pure ecstasy for a few more seconds. He crashes back down to reality to Robby’s fingers still pressing against his clit. Dennis has barely any power to shout out, “No, please, sir.”
“One more and then you’re done.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
It didn’t feel good, the constant pressure on his nerves. He shut his eyes tightly, his eyelashes filling with tears. He weakly whines through the whole thing. Robby likes watching him suffer beneath him, how Dennis’ body contracts. His orgasm didn’t even feel real. He was going through the motions, allowing Robby to rub his arousal and squirt around his pussy. He can feel his flesh becoming raw and swollen under Robby’s rough pace. He knows his cunt will hurt for at least a couple days. A sudden breakthrough of pleasure interrupts his thoughts.
Robby heaves above him, shaking the whole bed as he releases. This orgasm stays in his clit, a hiccup of relief rather than a crashing wave. His core loosens enough to squirt again, a rush of liquid leaves the mattress soaked underneath his ass. His body betrays him, leaving him like dead weight on Robby’s bed.
As soon as he’s settled, he feels Robby’s familiar coarse beard scratch his face, kissing his cheek. He tries turning to match his lips, but Robby refuses. “You did so good.”
Dennis mindlessly nods.
Robby’s hands caresses his jaw needing some words from the boy. He tries again, “Dennis, you are good. You're really good.”
Dennis’ eyes open, staring up at the large man, “Thank you, sir.”
“No, no more of that. Let’s get you up.” His arms wrap around his back, sitting behind him to release the collar, exposing his dark red, chafed skin, like rings around his neck. “Fuck, this look bad, Dennis.”
He paws at Robby, “M’fine.” All he wants to do is sleep.
“Listen, let’s set you up in the guest room and I’ll get something to clean you up.”
Dennis whines like a child, “No, I wanna sleep with you.”
Robby wraps his thick, warm arms around Dennis, allowing him to lay against him. “I know, but I gotta clean this up. We made a mess in here.”
Dennis groans, “Clean it tomorrow.”
Robby can't deny his perfect boy. “Fine.” He helps him to his feet and they hobble to the fresh guest bedroom together.