"take it like a fucking man, whitaker. c'mon, mutt, show me your fuckin' teeth," Jack orders, low and growling. Robby pries open his jaw as Dennis snarls and writhes, canines glinting.
Jack's hips drill into his ass, his cunt pulsing, aching, neglected. 'if you wanna be a man, I'm gonna fuck you like a man, mutt.' Dennis can barely breathe but he fights through it, every inch of him on fire, forcing his whimpers of pleasure down into throaty groans.
"Mutt's tougher than he looks," Robby murmurs, pulling away his hand as Dennis snaps his teeth, overwhelmed and panting, squirming into the not enough pleasure of Jack's relentless pounding. The room fills with the slap of skin on skin and Jack's mocking laugh, Dennis's stifled groans.
"God, taking it up the ass like you were made for it, made to be our boy, our favorite little faggot fucktoy. Jesus, look at that cock of yours, fucking throbbing. Looks so big all fucking swollen. You gonna let me suck that cock, Den? Gonna fuck my face with it?" Robby continues, crooning, only making Dennis ache so much more, yowls slipping through his controlled groans.
He could cum, he could fucking cum like this, with Jack's dick stuffing his ass so deep, Robby's words making his neglected dick pulse and twitch. He's taking it like a fucking man, he's taking it, he's being a good fucking dog. It makes him dizzy, makes him gasp out a higher pitched moan that makes Jack laugh again.
"Aw, can't help how good it feels to get used, huh? Getting fucked the way you were supposed to, good boy. Tight little ass feels so fucking good around my dick," Jack pants, hips stuttering as he gets close, a hand on Dennis's back to keep him pressed down into the mattress.
Dennis buries his face in Robby's hands— hands that have gone back to stroking his face and playing with his mouth, petting him like he's trying to domesticate, tame a little of the feral as Jack riles it up— and cums first, doesn't wait for permission, grinding his pulsing dick down into the sheets as his empty cunt clenches around nothing.
"Shit—" Jack tries to muffle his whine, higher-pitched than Dennis has gone all night, giving him a quiet sense of pride. He groans soft as Jack pumps his ass full of hot, sticky cum, the fight draining out of his sweat-slick body.
"Big strong man, looks so handsome all fucked out," Robby sighs, can't help but be a little softer than Jack, sliding his hands over Dennis's twitching back muscles, rubbing his shoulders. "Mm. Did such a good job."
"Good mutt," Jack grunts, gives his side a squeeze as he pulls out, cum dripping from Dennis's used-up hole. Dennis just lays there, panting, spent, blissed out.
He lets Jack flip him over and spread his legs, making him moan weakly as a thumb runs over his t-dick, Jack commenting how much he's growing, how he wants to frot his cock against it until Dennis cries. Dennis makes a small sound of agreement, the thought of that so hot it makes him a little dizzy. Frotting and rubbing against Jack's flushed dick.
That's a good fuckin boy, that's okay, just let yourself sleep. Maybe you fuck your Daddy next time, mm? Hear how loud he'd whine for your cock? Yeah, I know, sounds so good. Good boy.
