Hi!!! could you create more scenarios of little sibling who’s dream has always been being treated as the dirty puppy they’re, and now their big brother has been taking advantage of this and training them? thanks, luv uu
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His hand around your neck, the warmth of his palm alongside the collar he had gone out with you and forced you to pick out yourself.
Oh the cashier was so talkative, "you must really love your pet.", "make sure to treat them, and make sure they're well exercised!", yet you couldn't help but rub your thighs together as your eyes traced the outline of the collar over and over, a flush across your cheeks as your big brother talked with her, a smirk across his own lips. You hated it, he was yours...wait how long had you felt this way?
Either way, the delicious roughness as it rubbed against your neck, the metallic tag shaking and jingling with each shake, with each bounce it made you feel like a really puppy, as if big brother's constant reminders of it weren't enough.
His name. That's what he had engraved on the tag, his name and on the other side? Well he didn't tell you, didn't show you either, all you got was a weird look from the laser wordsmith before you went home. But why would you care about that? How even could you when you can't care, can't think anyways?
The hand around your throat loosened, a red mark, a print left in its wake. He slid his index digit along the curve of your side and waist, furthering until firmly grasping at your hip and the heavy, wafting tail he had hidden from you and got you for your birthday.
But It wasn't a simple wrap around tail, no he had to go all out in helping you learn, helping you become perfect. Your insides clenched around it when you first bent over for it, his hand roaming your behind before allowing the little plug inside with a pop! The fake fur, the fabric of the tail tickling but you couldn't even comprehend it past the widening pain you had started with. But oh, how much of a good pup good had become. He had said so himself!
And his hips, oh master had gotten so aggressive when committing to your training. And yes, he had wanted you to call him master since, well big brother hadn't got him the kicks he needed, even if he still calls you his little sibling. Or his little fuckpuppy, You loved them both!
The way he'd pop the tail out, a whine of denial released from your already overcrowded tongue, pushed out between moans and apologies. Apologies for being such a bad puppy, for going out without telling him, for not doing as he says despite your training. But don't tell him you love the punishment hehe. You love as he slides himself into your prepared hole, to feel him fill you out, to cause drool to pool and stain the fabric or hardwood floors he forced you down onto your hands and knees on.
His free hand moving back up to your hair, then to the collar, he slid it around the tag now at the back of your neck. You felt him fail a grab of the metallic disk every now and then, I mean it must be hard when your body is being pushed forth and pulled back around him. But when he grasped it, you could tell his thumb traced over the indent of the hidden carving.
"Dumb dirty puppy, I think that's a good name for you."
