hello mr wizard… how do you feel about mutt ghost kidnapping himself a handler :3 (totally fine if you disregard this i just think you’d do this idea well hehe)
Tw: kidnapping (obvs) so noncon/dubcon, pet play, pup play, Simon’s a fucking psycho yay
You could possibly understand what was happening right now.
A man had kidnapped you- you were sure of it. He’d been massive, reeked of blood and sweat when he’d stuffed chloroform over your nose and dragged you out of your own apartment. It had been horrifying, you thought you were going to die-!
And then you woke up here. It was.. somewhere. Some kind of cabin- farm? At least that’s what it looked like outside- but you hadn’t been able to leave.
No, of course not. The man was here- but he wasn’t- acting like a man. He had on this strange mask- some kind of dog skull. A thick leather collar wrapped around his throat, and a ridiculously heavy leaky cock between his thick muscled thighs. Simon. That was on the name tag, your only clue since he didn’t speak.
He didn’t speak no matter how much you shouted and spit at him- pinning you when you tried to attack him. It was humiliating, having your own kidnapper dog- man thing win every time and hump your leg. He was wanting something specific though, never trying to rip off your clothes- always backing off with his tip leaking.
He walked upright- his dick so heavy that even fully hard gravity pulled it down when he followed you around. A black leather harness stretched across his chest, massive tits perked up and oddly delicious- you forced yourself to keep your eyes off of him. You supposed it was part of why he still stood upright- even in this-.. weird state he was in, he wanted to look good for you.
Every time you tried to start unlocking one of the many lock pads on the front door? He would snarl and drag you back across the house, starting the game all over again. At least it seemed like a game to him, the way he’d wag his- frustratingly sexy and juicy ass.
Fuck, it was ridiculous the way he’d stretch out across the couch- watching you try to guess the PIN code on one of the first padlocks on the door. Ass up, perked perfectly with an infuriatingly cute rubber tail nestled in his ass. Part of you wanted to rip it out, beat him with it- the other half wanted to see what his hole looked like.
Why? Why did you want to see what he looked like? Why did he never listen to you, despite desperately wanting your attention? Like right now, you’re sitting against the wall. Watching him watching you, rutting lazily against the couch. Big brown eyes sweet and dumb, despite how fucking mean and annoying he was.
“So you’re really not gonna talk. Not even like- a bark? You just- growl? What, are you like? Lobotomized? Is that why you’re doing this and not like- murdering me?” You grumble, frowning at the way Simon simply huffed.
You stand, fists clenched as you step over the couch. Simon rolls to his back, heavy cock still throbbing under your gaze. Muscles tensing and relaxing again, hairy stomach sticky with pre. You groan, slapping your hands over your eyes.
“Oh my god- why do you have to be naked?? At least- sit up when I’m talking to you!” You snap, trying to ignore the throbbing in your dick, the exhaustion hazing your sense. This had to be the worst kidnapping-
The leather squeaks under Simon moving. You instinctively flinch backwards at the speed of the movement, stumbling back onto the coffee table. Waiting for Simon to jump you again, to pin and hump you-
.. Nothing happens. You blink your eyes back open, peeking past your arms.
He’s.. sitting up.
Eager. Simon looks eager, sitting up with perfect posture. His tits pushed together with his hands perched on his lap, it’s- weird.
“…… Down.” You finally say- flinching again at the way he rips himself off the couch, 300 pounds of grown man hitting the ground as he drops to his knees. A high whine comes from his throat, and you can see his hips twitching. Jesus, he was getting off on this!
“Jesus Christ. Are you serious? This is what you want? Is this why I’m here?” You snarl, Simon tilting his head at you.
“Speak, dammit!” You spit, and Simon takes a stuttered breath.
“‘M yours.” He speaks- deep thick accent rumbling through you and making you twitch. Eyes wide, staring down at the huge man like you were shocked an actual dog was speaking. Three days of this bullshit, and all you had to do was- ask? But you’d snarled and howled for his to say something-
Maybe you’d asked in the wrong way.
“Jesus fucking christ. What? I- speak. Speak again!”
Simon’s suddenly crawling up your lap, grabbing and tugging you as you both fall over the coffee table. You shout and try to wriggle away, but the stupid mutt has you by the thighs- keeping you firm against his rutting hips.
“‘M yours. Yours- yours, sir. Knew it as soon as you- you got on the bus. My sir- my master, mine- mine! So handsome- so- so real! You love me, right? Right? You do- you do! I can be a good mutt, I promise- you just can’t leave, sir- please- please-“ the words spilled from the mask like a storm, hitting you upside the head as he struggled to hold you down.
The bus-? The bus?? Fuck- The fucking bus- you’d yelled at that creep! There’d been a creep- not him, another man. He’d touched a girl next to you, and you’d beat the shit out of him- demanded that he apologized, smearing his bloody face on the floor.
And this- freak must’ve been there. Must’ve watched you crush the creep’s nose, must’ve watched the way you soothed the crying girl after with bloodied knuckles.
“Jesus- quiet! Be quiet- hush!” You managed to shout, snatching the man by his collar. His back arched, audibly sucking in all the air he could and falling deadly silent. All at once, the tornado was brought to a stand still, your hand wrapped tightly around leather. His chest heaved for air, muscles trembled as he kept himself completely still.
You take the moment to try to roll on top- hand never letting go of your one anchor to controlling this man. He doesn’t budge, at least not until you grunt out a shaky “roll over.”
Of course he rolls you both over, your ass pressed against his throbbing dick. You felt your hips start to twitch, the urge to give in- to hump this huge fucking weirdo that’s been at the edge of your consciousness for days. He’s already humping your ass, whimpering and whining through the strange skull adorning his face.
Your hand tightens on his collar.
“You make me fucking sick. You know that?”
You wanted to scream. Bash his head into the floorboard, choke him till he’s gone- you’d figure out at least one of the door codes before you ran out of food, right? Right?
His whimpers become pitchier against you, and you realize you’d started rocking your hips with his. It’s not fair! This man had been fucking teasing you for days- days! Massive dick so close but attached to your own captor, drool worthy and untouchable because of the moral implications.
Fuck the moral implications! Especially when you could feel your own t dick throb and leak against your boxers, your muscles trembling from the effort of grinding against your own monster. Every back and forth feels like hellfire burning at your skin, heat and sweat and desperate angry need licking at the edges of your consciousness.
You deserved this- you deserved this! He’d been mocking you all this time, begging you to give in and take him like this- this fucking man had been a total brat to you! Didn’t you deserve relief? Didn’t you deserve-
To cum.
Well- whether you deserved it or not, you did. Soaking your boxers, soaking his bare cock as the mutt’s eyes rolled back and came with you. All over his own stomach, cum sticking to his tummy so cutely- not cutely! Not fucking cutely!
His whines were loud in your ears, like he was trying to beg for more. You’d finally given him what he wanted- an owner.
