Dennis getting fisted for the first time and absolutely losing his mind over it.
“I can’t- wait wait please! ‘S too much please Sir-!” He’s panting as he pulls on the ropes tying his arms to his back neatly. He knows he’s going to get rope burn from how much he’s writhing and resisting against the rope tied securely around his chest and back but right now the only thing he can focus on is the four fingers slowly moving inside of him and the eyes of the man attached to it watching him like a fucking hawk.
“Shh pup, you’re alright. You’re gonna take it for me, okay?” The man tuts with mock sympathy as he strokes the tender skin on the inside of his knee with his free hand holding one of his legs up. Dennis feels the the knuckle of the man’s thump against him hole and he thrashes, kicking his legs instinctively. The man leans his body forward onto him to pin him down, making sure he stays somewhat still. “Stop bucking your hips you’re going to sprain something love, try to relax for me. Come on, deep breaths now, good job. Can you tell me your colour Den?” A voice asks softly right next to his ear and he lets out a breath. “Green Sir- so green I don’t- please!” he whines as he tries to take another deep breath, not even knowing what he was trying to say because all he could think about was that if they stopped he would actually die. Call him dramatic but if you were in his shoes you would feel the exact same way.
“Aww I know, it’s so much huh? Poor thing can’t focus when his little puppy hole is filled, that’s okay. Puppies don’t have to think now do they?” The man cooed before pressing a quick kiss to his sweaty temple and leaning back a little to run his free hand through his pups hair. As soon as he felt the boy relax under him he pressed his thumb inside along the rest of his hand. Dennis’ vision goes white. He can’t think, he can’t process what he’s feeling, his mind is buzzing and all he can do is clench around the wrist of the hand that’s now fully inside of him and cum. Tears running down his face, sure the man can feel him rhythmically tightening around him and if he would be able to focus good enough he might be able to hear a muffled curse followed by a breathless stream of soft words and muffled praises being murmured into his neck.
Lowkey can’t come up with aftercare that’s not just ‘sleepy pup in soapy bath getting washed’ because my brain broken so you’re you’re going to have to come up with something yourself sorgie