during robby’s sabbatical, jack and dennis found each other hanging out more. it began as an accident after they both decided to check on the apartment that day. dennis had arrived first, quickly getting started and cleaning the dust that had accumulated. half an hour later, he heard the front door being opened and felt his soul leave his body when he saw dr abbot standing at the entrance.
they ended up laughing about it after explaining the situation, and decided to hang out, watch a movie and drink robby’s beer.
it became routine, once a week they would make some time to sit down in that couch and spend time together. their friendship developed fast, and with it, other feelings.
and that’s how dennis now finds himself sitting in jack’s lap, thighs opened all the way, his back touching jack’s bare chest, and his cunt being filled by the man’s cock. they’re barely even moving, but the feeling of something inside of him is enough to make dennis dumb, his head fuzzy and far away. there’s heat in his abdomen that doesn’t go away and he just wants more.
he tilts his head backwards, landing on jack’s shoulder and turns to mouth at the neck. “mmh please” he whines between licking and sucking at the skin.
“aww, you want more? daddy’s cock not enough to fill you up?” jack is teasing him, being mean when he knows how desperate dennis has been all day. one of his hands holding his hips start petting the rest of dennis’ torso, moving up and down in small strokes until they settle low in his stomach. “don’t worry puppy, i know just how to fix that” dennis feels jack’s fingers right where they’re connected, slicking them up before slowly introducing one of them into his cunt, stretching him further. after a few slow thrusts, he added a second finger and finally a third.
dennis felt like his brain was melting and spilling from his ears. he looked down and saw the small bulge that had formed in his stomach and tried to start moving his hips, he needed to see it move inside of him. that’s when he felt a hard pinch on his thigh. “ah ah puppy, i didn’t say you could move”. dennis whined in response, rubbing his nose in jack’s neck and inhaling his musk, silently asking for his daddy to start moving.
his pleads were answered when jack began to thrust into dennis’ wet cunt, moving his fingers in sync and grinding the palm of his hand into dennis’ dick. the sound of skin against skin was filthy, accompanied by moans and dennis pleading to be let to cum. there were hard thrusts every few moments that punched the air out of him and made him let small uh uh uh’s, with his head rolled back, mouth open and drooling.
the stimulation was too much, his head filled with cotton and all thoughts evaporated, unable to hear a thing except the older man’s groans and dirty talk, “that’s it baby, you just take it. let yourself get dumb on my cock” as well as “just let daddy make you feel good, okay?” as he was pistoning inside of him.
he was too far gone to hear the front door unlocking, the footsteps getting louder and then the sound of a bag getting dropped to the floor.
“cum for robby pup, show him how good you are”jack’s permission to cum and a hard grind against his clit was what made it. he stumbled over the edge, trembling and tightening the muscles inside of his pussy and letting lewd sounds come out of his mouth as he thanked his daddy for it.
it felt like hours had passed when he finally opened his eyes and looked to see robby, face red and breathing heavily. “welcome home” it was all dennis could say, still dumbed out from his orgasm.
before starting his transition, he watched porn where girls were humping pillows, grinding against toys or surfaces, getting friction in their clits overall. he tried it, used one of his pillows a couple times but was never able to get the stimulation he wanted and eventually, couldn’t understand why people thought it felt good.
now, with the change on his libido and having a bigger dick, he can’t help but grind against anything.
the first time, he was on his bed, still wearing jeans because he was too lazy to get out of them, not caring about outside clothes being on the bed. while he was moving to get into a different position to doom scroll on his phone, he felt the seam of his jeans make contact with his dick.
dennis paused for a second, processing what he just felt. then, he moved his hips again, getting the same sensation. he tried doing it slowly a few times more before his mind went blank and couldn’t do anything but keep moving his hips and chasing after an orgasm. he was left panting and sweating on the bed, not being able to move for minutes processing how hard he had cummed.
after realizing how good grinding his clit into surfaces felt now, dennis knew a door was opening up for him. he was acting like a drooling dumb dog, humping anything he saw with only one goal in its head.
he tried the pillows, the edge of his mattress, a stuffed toy, sometimes when trinity was gone he used the armrest on the couch or even the kitchen counter. he realized he couldn’t stop, every time he felt the slightest touch on his dick, his brain would turn off and wouldn’t stop the movement of his hips until he came.
it was embarrassing, specially when he used surfaces that he shared with his roomate. the shame and guilt weren’t enough to stop him though.
the only break he had of this new impulse was dating robby. his sexual needs were being met almost on the daily, which left no room for him to fantasize about grinding into something. he felt normal again, no longer a panting dog in heat, just a regular boy who has regular sex with his boyfriend.
they were now cuddling in robby’s couch, doing a james bond movies marathon. robby on his back, arm circling dennis’ waist, while the blond was on his side, his leg on top of the man’s lap and hugging him with one arm. it was their shared day off, both of them tired and trying to spend as much time as they could with the other after a hard week. they had worked a double shift, on different days, and dealt with a streak of difficult cases. it felt like they hadn’t seen each other outside of work as much as they usually did. and with the distance, there was also a lack of intimacy that was affecting dennis more than he thought.
at one point during the third movie, dennis shifted slightly to get a better grip while hugging robby. during the movement, he hitches up his leg, twisting slightly his torso to be able to keep watching the tv and then he feels it, a spark down in his dick. the sensation was small enough that he could try to ignore it, but given the lack of release he’s had in the last few days, it was too tempting to not do anything about it.
moving his head to rest it more comfortably in robby’s chest, he started to slowly move his hips searching for that same spark. it was barely there, barely doing anything for him but make him more desperate. the world around him ceased to exist and his brain had only one thought and goal, getting off.
the grinding of his pelvis against the soft surface under him had more force now, it felt better but still it wasn’t enough. dennis whined, pushing his head into whatever he was lying in. it smelled nice, familiar and warm. he’s sure he knows what it is but right now it didn’t matter.
the warmth in his belly was bubbling up, growing painfully slowly each time his dick made contact with the seam of his shorts and the thing under him. the closer he got, the frenzied his thrusts got. he was so close now, needed only one more push to get over the edge and yet he couldn’t get it. dennis’ whining got louder, expressing his desperation he didn’t know why, but something inside him kept telling him someone would respond.
dennis then felt something tugging at his hair, forcing him to look up. there, he saw him. it was robby, with a dark expression on his face, staring at him expectantly. “then? go on puppy keep going” he said
“i didn’t know my dog was so horny he would use my leg to get off” he laughed condescendingly, his grip on dennis hair tight. dennis started his grinding once again, slowly, until once again he picked up the pace. it felt like torture, he wanted to cum so badly but couldn’t get there with the amount of stimulation he was getting right now, so he did the only thing his dumb brain could think of. “pleeease robby” he cries.
“please what?”
“i- i need more” dennis’ frustration only grows, he’s sweating now from the effort he’s put into grinding and tears threaten to spill from his eyes. why can’t his boyfriend understand what he needs? why is he making him say it out loud when his brain cells are struggling enough?
“are you sure you deserve it? you haven’t been a good dog” robby tries to sound worried for his dog, but really he’s just pleased about it all.
“please please please i need it” robby took pity on him and shoved his other hand inside of dennis’ shorts, placing his palm to cup the boy’s cunt. “hump my hand puppy, that should be enough to get you there” dennis’ wetness quickly coated his boyfriend’s hand, making the slide easier. he started to go faster, feeling those thick fingers brush against his dick and then get lightly stuck at his entrance every time he shifted his hips. dennis couldn’t help the small moans and uh uh uhs that kept getting out of his mouth, too focused on feeling good and the tension on his belly increasing.
he can’t close his mouth now, letting each and every sound escape from it freely, feeling drool run down his chin and not caring. he had to cum, there were no other thoughts inside of his head except feeling good. after one specific hard thrust into robby’s hand, his eyes roll back and speeds up the grinding of his hips even more, looking even more like a dog humping his owner. that thought is what takes him over the edge with a prolonged moan and makes him feel like his floating. his body colapses against robby’s body and stays there, enjoying the endorphins on his body.
it takes dennis a few minutes until his back online to the real world and when he shifts to look up at robby, he sees those kind brown eyes already looking at him. “you feel better now baby?” he says, petting his hair.
Dennis was quite surprised when his attendings invited him over for dinner. He was excited, absolutely, but a bit wary. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, the men were very obviously married and in love. Dennis wasn’t going to get in the way of that.
Nonetheless, when the night arrived, he made sure to dress nicely. A soft forest green sweater that one of his exes said brought out his eyes and a pair of comfortable but classy jeans. He looked good, evidenced by the way that Robby’s eyes dilated slightly when he looked him up at down at the doorway.
“I brought some wine.” Dennis smiled, a bit sheepishly, knowing the bottle was not nearly as nice as the kind that the older men were used to. It was the thought that counted, right? Apparently so, since Jack accepted it with a grin.
“You didn’t have to do that, kiddo. Thank you.” The nickname had Dennis flushing, and then very quickly trying to think un-sexy thoughts.
The three men had a few glasses of the wine, and they would always make sure that Dennis’s was topped up nicely. He wasn’t drunk by any means, but he felt warm and buzzy. It made the nerves easier, which he appreciated. Jack and Robby were sitting so close, which made Dennis squirm for reasons he wasn’t quite ready to unpack yet.
“You look quite cute in that sweater, Dennis. It was a good choice.” Robby remarks, and Dennis’s face goes up in flames. He quickly stutters out a thank you.
As he was looking around the house trying to avoid their gazes, his attention was caught on a nice VR headset that had been left purposefully on the coffee table.
“Oh, that’s really cool.” Dennis smiled. “A classmate in college had one of these. He said it was good for studying.”
“Yeah, it’s good for that. But you can do a bunch more stuff on it. Do you wanna try it out?” Robby asked, coming up behind him and putting his hand low on his back. Dennis flushed again, and he looked up at his attending with wide eyes
“Really?” Robby nodded, a soft grin on his face. If only the poor boy knew what they had planned. “I’d love to.”
The dinner hadn’t even really been started (not that they ever planned on eating), so Jack wasted no time in coming over to fit the headset onto Dennis’s head. The pads near his ears muffled their voices a great deal, but not enough to completely block them out.
“Sitting down will be better if this is your first time. Don’t want you getting dizzy.” Robby chuckled, attaching the chin strap. Dennis’s classmate’s device didn’t have a chin strap, but maybe it’s just a different model…
In a moment, the screen turns on and his vision is filled with a spiral. He makes a confused noise, and moves to take it off. But he finds that… he doesn’t really want to. The spiral is so nice to look at, it makes him feel so hazy and warm. Safe. He leaves the headset on, just staring. He can hear whispered words coming from the pad speakers. He can’t quite make them out, and he doesn’t feel like straining himself to think deeper about it. He doesn’t feel like thinking at all, actually. The words get fractionally louder.
Obey. Yeah, he can do that. He really likes doing that. He wants to just follow directions. Wants to not have to worry about all the possible outcomes. If he does what is asked, if he obeys, then he’ll be happy
Slip. He wants to do that, too. The warm, soft feeling in his head is so good, he doesn’t want it to ever leave. He wants more of it. He needs more of it. Thinking is so hard, and so often he gets things wrong. He doesn’t want to do that anymore.
Ache. He felt a throb in his cunt. Oh, fuck, he was so empty. He was so empty and achy, and all he wanted to do was feel better. A whimper spilled from him, but he was too hazy to care.
His brain was full of cotton, and his core full of lava. His mouth fell open, and his hips began to move against the couch. It wasn’t enough. But he couldn’t be upset. The spiral in front of him was so nice to look at, so soothing and comforting. It made him feel so much better. A softer voice, one that sounded like Robby, whispered in his ear from the speaker.
You’re such a good boy, just a little angel. You’re Daddy and Sir’s, forever and ever. You want what we want, you want to be our good boy. The phrase looped until Dennis couldn’t help but believe it.
He couldn’t think if he tried anymore. His brain felt like it was melted, pooled in his cranium and useless. He rocked uselessly against the couch. He could feel hands pulling the pants off of him, but he couldn’t do anything other than just let it happen. His eyelids drooped but didn’t shut, not wanting to miss a second of that pretty, wonderful spiral.
He could feel his hips being lifted and a firm pillow being placed between his thighs, and moans spill from his throat as he humps the pillow. He’s just a cunt, now. Being a doctor is too much for him, all he needs is the spiral and Daddy and Sir to make him feel good. He was their little one, their perfect boy.
Slowly, the headset was pulled off, and he cried out, desperate to keep the spiral that made him feel so nice. But how could he stay mad when it was replaced with Daddy? Oh, he felt so much better now. This was all he needed. He whined, bucking his hips faster.
“Baby, how do you feel?” Robby asked gently.
“Daddy… m’ pussy’s all drippy… empty…” Dennis slurred, knowing Daddy would help.
Robby turned and grinned at Jack. Their plan had worked.
Robby and Jack had fallen asleep; post sex cuddling turned slumber. A mess of limbs and sheets with Dennis in the middle.
Dennis had not had good luck sleeping.
He'a wide awake. Not because of Robby's snoring or Jack's tossing and turning-- but a tugging in his chest. Some feeling that leaves him restless.
Slowly, carefully, Dennis peels back the limbs on top of him so he can crawl out.
He pads down the hall, socks and carpets muting his steps. The townhouse is eerie like this; the air muted and lifeless. No sounds of the restless men who live here.
Just Dennis.
He leans on the kitchen island and opens his phone. Checks Instagram for any updates on all the 3 people he follows. He likes an Instagram story from Trinity. It's a... plate of tortilla chips, microwave melted cheese, and hot cheeto dust topping? The he checks an empty email inbox before he gives up.
It's so quiet in the kitchen, Dennis can hear the pipes in the walls.
He grabs a glass of water from the cabinet. Robby had told Dennis all about the fights they had over dishware when he and Jack first got married. Robby had sentimental plates from his bubbe. Jack wouldn't relinquish the silverware his wife loved. Robby called Jack tasteless and Jack called Robby 'prissy'.
When he was 18, Dennis stole a fork out of the meal hall. It left him so sweaty and shaky that he ate off of paper towels for 3 months instead of stealing a plate.
A text pops up on his phone.
Trin: why are you awake fuckleberry
Dennis sighs. She's such a freak sometimes.
Sender: cant sleep.
Trin: is that farmboy for "i just tucked in my two geriatric boyfriends with their night meds and old man pajama caps but now the sound of their cpap machines is keeping me awake"???
Sender: why are YOU up?
Trin: question dodger🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻
Trin: can't sleep
Dennis scrunches his nose up trying to assess Trinity's current level of hostility.
Sender: you ok?
Trin: sure.
Trin: are you okay?
Sender: sure.
Trin: ok.
Trin: they arent fucking with you are they?
Trin: emphasis on "with". Dont tell me about any other fucking thats going on over there
Trin: i suffer enough
Sender: its fine
Sender: everythings fine
Trin: ok. Let me know if you need anything.
Sender: thanks. Go to sleep.
Trin: "reacted 👎🏻 to your message."
Dennis sips his glass and wanders to the living room. A shelf holds a framed photo of a younger Robby and a man he now knows is Adamson. An inscrutable object made out of pipecleaners and pompoms reads "to Uncle Jack" on its paper plate belly. There's a propped up birthday card from Heather that Robby got in the mail last year. Two books sit on the highest shelf, spines reading "Abbot." Apparently, Liz had published them during her time as a reporter. Dennis thought about reading one once, but something about it made his hands clammy.
His glass is empty now but Dennis isn't tired.
"It's nice" he wants to think. "A house full of treasures from lives well lived." It was the exact sort of thing Dennis has wished he had growing up. Drawings on the fridge. Well-maintained baby albums. A quilt for every kid and a diplomas hung on the wall.
Maybe his brothers had had that once. His ma's energy run dry by kid number 4. Dennis was "gifted" a bear from his brother Abe when he was a baby. Abe took it back to give to his daughter when Dennis was 16.
Dennis gets sick of the living room and decides to punish himself.
The ensuite bedroom has a second door into the hall. Dennis uses it to avoid disturbing the two men in the room over.
The counter is split in two. One side, a half empty bottle of cologne, the most generic men's deodorant Dennis has ever seen, and a beard trimmer strewn across the counter. On the other, meticulously labeled containers of curl cream and lotion. In the middle of the counter is the only object of Dennis' in the house. A green plastic toothbrush. Robby and Jack both have fancy electric ones with charging stands so there's no cup for Dennis to put his in. It lies limply near the sink. Dennis bought it new the second time he ever stayed the night here. He didnt want them to see his old one, with bristles so matted, they were practically flat. The one from the church food bank that was so generic it screamed "I got this for free."
Dennis never left it there overnight. He could-- they probably wouldn't mind. It was just easier to let it live in his bag inbetween nights spent here.
His fingertips trace the glass bottle of cologne. He takes note of where it sits: the angle, the placement, before taking the cap off and smelling it. It smells like everytime he's buried his face in Robby's neck. It smells like the green fleece that drives Jack crazy everytime Dennis puts it on. It smells like the first grounding touch he had had in 4 months, once.
He puts it back in its spot of the counter. Nudging it until it's the perfect image of where it was 2 minutes ago.
Dennis still isn't sleepy but he is sure is tired. He's tired and he wants to feel warm, even if he has to leave in the morning.
He opens the door gingerly, moving slow in the in darkness. His eyes adjust slowly as he makes his way to the bed. Dark blobs becoming clothes on the floor and the edges of furniture. Once he's at the foot of the bed, can see somewhat clearly again.
In his absence, Robby and Jack had migrated towards each other. Robby's nose pressed into Jack's cheek. Jack's arm slung around Robby's shoulder.
Their chests rise and fall in tandem.
There's no more room for Dennis inbetween them anymore.
Dennis feeds Robby viagra so he can relentless ride him, barking at him to not stop, to do some work himself, to actually use his cock for once, etc while sucking Jack’s cock, saying how it’s such a nice gift, how Dennis is so happy he joined them, how nice Jack’s cock feels in his mouth, his hand.
Robby is on the verge of tears from both warm humiliation and overstimulating while Jack is pleasure dumb, enjoying all the praise with such a pretty mouth on his cock.
Dennis isn’t necessarily loud when it comes to sex. Something about growing up in a religious household with older brothers and thin walls. But when Abbot is fucking him hard and fast in the bathroom at work, trying to get a quickie in, desperate for each other before they’re apart for twelve hours.
Well, Dennis gets a little loud.
Fucked out grunts, and whines spill out of him where he’s bent forward, back arched and arms braced against the half tiled wall. And when Jack starts hammering into him, slapping against his ass, Dennis barely chokes back a yelp.
They both freeze, waiting to see if someone heard. Before Jack slams back into him, muttering that Den is gonna get them found out. Enjoying the way that has Dennis clenching down around him with another pathetic whimper.
But he doesn’t actually want to get caught. He can’t imagine the HR nightmare that would be.
So Jack shoves his dog tags between the kids teeth. Rumbling hot and low in his ear that if Dennis drops them, or makes any more noise, he doesn’t get to cum until Jack decides he deserves it. Maybe some time next week.
Den get’s real quiet after that. And when he does cum, with Jack going soft inside him, and his thick hand reached around, working hard to get him off. Dennis squeezes his eyes shut, clenching down every muscle to keep from crying out.
Biting down so hard on the tags that he chips his front tooth.
Later, when Trin asks about it, he lies and says he broke it running into an ambulance door.
Robby and his seven week itch but it's never him breaking up with his partners. Not that anyone knows that everyone just believe he isn't one for commitment. The truth however is that his partners find him to clingy, to controlling. Apparently loving someone to much is a bad thing. Wanting to talk to his partner constantly isn't sweet the when the honeymoon phase ends. Trying to hide it just proves itself to be creepy. Robby has found himself following his partner's home before, basically stalking them just to spend time together, attempting to conceal his urges.
Robby had been 6 months single when he started dating Dennis. Maybe that's why his usual obsessive behaviour had been cranked to the max, they spent everyday together. Days spent together in a peaceful blur of work, go on a date and bully dennis into staying the night his town house. Spending each day wondering when Dennis would finally get sick of Robby. When the resident would leave like everyone else.
He got his answer 4 weeks into dating, in the middle of sex. Dennis practically folded in half cunt on full display. Shoulders and neck covered in marks and tears and sobs escaping him. Robby sliding into velvety pussy with a dreamy sigh not waiting for an adjustment before rocketing his hips forward. Both men moaning against the others mouth. It didn't take long for their orgasms to catch up to them and Dennis to flip them over. Muttering into Robby's mouth "mine daddy, all mine love you so much." gasping and clenching down as his boyfriend twitches inside him "please daddy give me a baby, give me a baby so you can't ever leave."
before starting his transition, he watched porn where girls were humping pillows, grinding against toys or surfaces, getting friction in their clits overall. he tried it, used one of his pillows a couple times but was never able to get the stimulation he wanted and eventually, couldn’t understand why people thought it felt good.
now, with the change on his libido and having a bigger dick, he can’t help but grind against anything.
the first time, he was on his bed, still wearing jeans because he was too lazy to get out of them, not caring about outside clothes being on the bed. while he was moving to get into a different position to doom scroll on his phone, he felt the seam of his jeans make contact with his dick.
dennis paused for a second, processing what he just felt. then, he moved his hips again, getting the same sensation. he tried doing it slowly a few times more before his mind went blank and couldn’t do anything but keep moving his hips and chasing after an orgasm. he was left panting and sweating on the bed, not being able to move for minutes processing how hard he had cummed.
after realizing how good grinding his clit into surfaces felt now, dennis knew a door was opening up for him. he was acting like a drooling dumb dog, humping anything he saw with only one goal in its head.
he tried the pillows, the edge of his mattress, a stuffed toy, sometimes when trinity was gone he used the armrest on the couch or even the kitchen counter. he realized he couldn’t stop, every time he felt the slightest touch on his dick, his brain would turn off and wouldn’t stop the movement of his hips until he came.
it was embarrassing, specially when he used surfaces that he shared with his roomate. the shame and guilt weren’t enough to stop him though.
the only break he had of this new impulse was dating robby. his sexual needs were being met almost on the daily, which left no room for him to fantasize about grinding into something. he felt normal again, no longer a panting dog in heat, just a regular boy who has regular sex with his boyfriend.
they were now cuddling in robby’s couch, doing a james bond movies marathon. robby on his back, arm circling dennis’ waist, while the blond was on his side, his leg on top of the man’s lap and hugging him with one arm. it was their shared day off, both of them tired and trying to spend as much time as they could with the other after a hard week. they had worked a double shift, on different days, and dealt with a streak of difficult cases. it felt like they hadn’t seen each other outside of work as much as they usually did. and with the distance, there was also a lack of intimacy that was affecting dennis more than he thought.
at one point during the third movie, dennis shifted slightly to get a better grip while hugging robby. during the movement, he hitches up his leg, twisting slightly his torso to be able to keep watching the tv and then he feels it, a spark down in his dick. the sensation was small enough that he could try to ignore it, but given the lack of release he’s had in the last few days, it was too tempting to not do anything about it.
moving his head to rest it more comfortably in robby’s chest, he started to slowly move his hips searching for that same spark. it was barely there, barely doing anything for him but make him more desperate. the world around him ceased to exist and his brain had only one thought and goal, getting off.
the grinding of his pelvis against the soft surface under him had more force now, it felt better but still it wasn’t enough. dennis whined, pushing his head into whatever he was lying in. it smelled nice, familiar and warm. he’s sure he knows what it is but right now it didn’t matter.
the warmth in his belly was bubbling up, growing painfully slowly each time his dick made contact with the seam of his shorts and the thing under him. the closer he got, the frenzied his thrusts got. he was so close now, needed only one more push to get over the edge and yet he couldn’t get it. dennis’ whining got louder, expressing his desperation he didn’t know why, but something inside him kept telling him someone would respond.
dennis then felt something tugging at his hair, forcing him to look up. there, he saw him. it was robby, with a dark expression on his face, staring at him expectantly. “then? go on puppy keep going” he said
“i didn’t know my dog was so horny he would use my leg to get off” he laughed condescendingly, his grip on dennis hair tight. dennis started his grinding once again, slowly, until once again he picked up the pace. it felt like torture, he wanted to cum so badly but couldn’t get there with the amount of stimulation he was getting right now, so he did the only thing his dumb brain could think of. “pleeease robby” he cries.
“please what?”
“i- i need more” dennis’ frustration only grows, he’s sweating now from the effort he’s put into grinding and tears threaten to spill from his eyes. why can’t his boyfriend understand what he needs? why is he making him say it out loud when his brain cells are struggling enough?
“are you sure you deserve it? you haven’t been a good dog” robby tries to sound worried for his dog, but really he’s just pleased about it all.
“please please please i need it” robby took pity on him and shoved his other hand inside of dennis’ shorts, placing his palm to cup the boy’s cunt. “hump my hand puppy, that should be enough to get you there” dennis’ wetness quickly coated his boyfriend’s hand, making the slide easier. he started to go faster, feeling those thick fingers brush against his dick and then get lightly stuck at his entrance every time he shifted his hips. dennis couldn’t help the small moans and uh uh uhs that kept getting out of his mouth, too focused on feeling good and the tension on his belly increasing.
he can’t close his mouth now, letting each and every sound escape from it freely, feeling drool run down his chin and not caring. he had to cum, there were no other thoughts inside of his head except feeling good. after one specific hard thrust into robby’s hand, his eyes roll back and speeds up the grinding of his hips even more, looking even more like a dog humping his owner. that thought is what takes him over the edge with a prolonged moan and makes him feel like his floating. his body colapses against robby’s body and stays there, enjoying the endorphins on his body.
it takes dennis a few minutes until his back online to the real world and when he shifts to look up at robby, he sees those kind brown eyes already looking at him. “you feel better now baby?” he says, petting his hair.
Jack and Robby locking Dennis out of the bedroom as they fuck. Like a real puppy. The pup scratches and whines at the door, whimpering out for his owners to let him in. Head fuzzy and cunt throbbing. The floor below him covered in slick and cum. Thigh's rubbing together as he listens to Daddy fucking into Sir. Muffled slapping noises and moans heard through the door as he presses his ear against the door. "F-fuck brother faster." Sirs Raspy voice escapes from the privacy of the room.
"shhh Jacky don't want the puppy to hear you and get spooked." Daddy grunts and the slapping sounds get closer together. Strange sounds getting louder making Dennis squirm. Hopefully soon his owners will let him play.
Hey By The Way, Dennis would’ve been born around 1999/2000. Even in rural Nebraska, he would’ve grown up with a TV. He would’ve been in high school from 2014-2018ish. He would’ve had a phone, and access to the internet, and he would’ve likely been to Lincoln and Omaha. He would’ve made Vines. He would’ve had social media, and favorite YouTubers. He probably played Minecraft on some old ass Xbox.
I BEG YOU. Rural does not mean idiot Amish hick who doesn’t know anything. Dennis is not some spit-tooey “smoking a cigarette at 13” sheltered kid. He’s an adult and a doctor. Some of the characterizations I see of Dennis online are so insanely classist and outright ignorant. Farm kids are human! Just like everyone else! Check your biases before you write a character from somewhere rural!!
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