You Could Call Me Good Puppy Once And I’d Bend Over For You I Swear

a priest kneels between my legs. he tells me i've been a bad pup, a menace, a threat to his holiness- but God will understand why he's doing this, right? God can see how difficult it is to resist temptation, right? he can confess his sins when he's done.

the sweet, sweet prince, he can't ignore it anymore. the want- no, the need to devour me. he spreads my thighs and gapes at my aching boycunt, already soaking wet and exposed. he leans forward. takes my tcock into his mouth and sucks. the motion is foreign to him, but i can see him- i can see his eyes roll back at the taste of a different kind of divinity.

his nails dig into my skin as he laps at my cunt, groaning at the taste, burying himself deep inside of me as he eats me like the finest fruit, the drinks me in like the smoothest wine. every time he pulls back for breath, i can hear his whispers of oh merciful lord, i come before you seeking forgiveness. but the poor thing can't seem to stop. not until i've cum. not until he sees that veering off his path was worth it.

when he sees my shaking legs and hears my whines and whimpers, he's transfixed; he grits his teeth and recites prayer after prayer as he frantically unzips his pants juuust enough to pull his cock out. he plunges deep inside of me with a cry of God's name and fucks me hard and fast, fast, fast, as if God will not see our sin if we are quick enough.

he cums deep inside of me, crying, guilty and wrecked. he prays God will understand.

he prays God will grant him grace when he sees me in the front pew the next Sunday, too.

Owner stepping on my head to keep me pinned down while another dog mounts and ruins my puppy hole

i need soft forcemasc. i need comforting forcemasc.

i want to be held against the soft, hairy pre-op chest of another transman, and told i'm gonna turn out fine. i'm gonna become such a good man, such a good boy. i want to be fondled gently and told what a beautiful manly body i will have. tell me that i'm going to turn out the way i want to.

this isn't going to be mutilation, my body won't hate me for what's going to happen. i am doing something wonderful. tell that to me through soft kisses

just need a fag to hump my leg till he's drooling. and he's calling himself a good puppy over and over. because he is such a good puppy. my good puppy. and . I have to go jerk off about this goodbye.

The government has issued a warning for an imminent level 5 silly puppy event

You wake up to some odd amounts of pressure on your body. The room is dark again and only a crack through the curtain reveals my face

The glaring eyes on my face stare deep into your soul, a low pant escapes my lips and a snarl grows upon my mouth. You're shocked, but this isnt the first time this has happened.

I am drooling, ferally groaning and panting as I leaned down into you, opening my mouth and biting down on your neck, the pressure at first is uncomfortable until I close up my jaw, putting all the force possible into the bite.

Before we both know it, you're covering your mouth and wailing, trying to escape from underneath me, yet stuck like a puppy with its scruff held. You cant get out from underneath me, even if you wanted to

I lean up and look down at you once more, standing up off the bed and pulling you by your legs, spinning you around and having your head hang off the bed.

My large hand presses down on your chest to hold you still until with some more growls and pants, my boxers are taken off and a needy, throbbing length is above your face. My scent filling your lungs as I angle myself, destined for your mouth and determined to enter your throat.

I grab your neck with my free hand and gently.. (at first) place my throbbing member in your mouth, your warmth is welcoming and makes me grunt a bit, following through I push a few more inches into your maw.

Slowly but surely, I'm 5 inches deep and beginning to feel the tension in your throat, I pull out fully.. slowly but surely feeling the walls of your mouth and throat.

I breathe for a moment before opening my mouth.

"Oh fuck it."

Suddenly all 6 inches of my self are placed balls deep in your throat, your eyes widened as you suddenly hilt my member, there wasn't a warning, you tensed up and gag for a short moment until you relax, knowing how badly I need this.

Thrusting in and out of your mouth a gentle but purposeful speed I hit the back of your throat repeatedly, glucks and gags can be the only noise heard in the room as I continue to rut and pound your pathetic fucking throat.

More and more groans fill the room, my eyes halflidding as I watch my cock bulge out your throat.

"Good fucking mutt. Finally found your use, Hmm?"

I continue to thrust into your tight, warm little throat, using it liberally and making sure you're knowledgable of my desire. The corners of your mouth now covered in frothy spit and drool, dripping on the floor, you hardly have any air.

For a short moment, I pin my dick deep in your throat, letting it tighten around me as you hold onto my thighs tightly, only for me to suddenly and quickly pull out, like unplugging a plug in a sink.

You're gagging and coughing, I take my hands away and let you squirm. You spit on the floor the slimey concoction of precum and spit before rolling back.

My length throbs in the cold air, as soon as you're back in position the needy feral rutting begins again. No consideration for you or your pleasure I use your throat like the fleshlight its meant to be

"Hmgnh! HRMNG!"

You hear my grunting get more and more intense as does my rutting, eventually I pull out one last time, grabbing my dick with my right hand and quickly finishing myself off on your face.

With a needy whine and whimper from myself, a few thick ropes of my divine fluids coat your face. The strength or the shots causing you to jolt.

I lay down next to you, my dick still out as I lay up on the bed and relax. With panted breath you hear me say.

"God... I feel bad for the people that dont have a mutt to use as a fleshlight every morning."

I want to be so desperate I can't even form coherent sentences whilst you tease me. I want to be tied up on my knees and forced to wait for hours, trying to grind onto the bed but anytime I do that I get a paddle to the thigh or chest.

"please, please... Please."

At this point I'm so fuzzy I don't even know what it is I'm begging for...

"please what puppy?"

"I need you.. please I just need you.."

"where do you need me?"

Id whine in frustration tugging at my restraints, you know exactly where I need you, and you know exactly what game you're playing.

Id try grinding down onto the bed again, being 'rewarded' with another paddle to the chest. Id squeal out lifting my hips of the stimulating fabric.

"you're ruining my sheets... Such a dirty pup making a mess of my things."

"please please please."

"quit your whining, I'll play with you when I want, for now all you have to do is look pretty for me okay?"

Id nod desperately, ignoring my arousal dripping from my cunt spreading across the bed sheets and my thighs, ignoring the throbbing in my tdick.

"I have an idea okay?"

My eyes would light up, hoping, begging, for any sort of stimulation. But my face would drop immediately as you bring out a vibrator, propping it between my legs.

"I'm going to give you this to play with, and if you can be good, and cum when I tell you, not a second before... I'll fill you up with my cock hm?"

Id nod desperately, but you'd turn the toy onto it's highest setting. The intense vibrations overstimulating me, I'd cum within seconds, the strength of the toy making me sore immediately.

"you pathetic slut, I thought I told you to wait? Couldn't even follow a stupid instruction could you? Well now we're going to have to try this until you get it right... Don't you dare ignore me this time."

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“Just a moment, dear, people are talking.”

“Am I not people?”

“Would you like to be people right now?”

“… no, I don’t think I wanna be people right now, Mistress.”

“Very well, my sweet pet. Would you like to sit on Mistress’ lap quietly while she talks to people?”

“…”

“What a lovely obedient pet.”

Casually fingering a trans guy who’s sprawled across my lap with one hand as I focus on the book I’m reading. Vaguely acknowledging his whines and the way he’s desperately trying to hump my thigh but never quite finding the right angle. His poor little dick needs some attention but that’ll have to wait for later. I need to at least get to the next chapter, and when this one finishes on a cliff hanger, well I’m sure he’ll be a good boy and wait a little longer.