Jack Abbots diary entry the moment he has some time alone after meeting Dennis Whitaker for the first time
Dear Diary here are my thoughts for today (September 5th 2025)
Dennis puppy butt
Put him in some panties
Any kind I want to see his butt
Actually take them off and put him on his belly I want to touch his butt
Not even going to do anything just let me paw at his cute little butt I wanna touch it I wanna knead it a little
Give soft little pats and see him squirming thinking Iâm teasing him but Iâm not because Iâm not going to do anything Iâm just admiring whatâs mine!
Take the blankets off while heâs sleeping and kiss each cheek
Heâs not hard when heâs asleep and if Iâm careful I can touch it very carefully and lightly just to feel it no stroking or rubbing just touch it
Maybe he has a little tummy I can press my face and lips into and kiss it while holding his butt in my hands
Michael Robinavitch who prematurely ejaculates. Puts his dick in Dennis, IMMEDIATELY cums. He's so beyond embarrassed, teary-eyed and all splotchy blushing.
Jack Abbot who teases him to NO end about it, but still reaffirms him that he loves him regardless of it, how hot he is.
Dennis who, as soon as Robby prematurely cums in him and starts getting all teary-eyed, goes "Nonono! Its okay Daddy! Its oki! Love you no matter what! So hot always daddy!" He secretly LOVES when Robby cums prematurely. He thinks its a secret, anyway. Robby and Jack know, though. They know how hard and wet he gets when Robby cums early. LOVES it. Tries to make him do it on occasion.
Alright, there are two fully separate thoughts forming, so if you're in the mood for something softer and sweeter, go here. If you're in the mood for some scandal, continue on.
Obviously, if Dennis' dad isn't going on speaking terms with him, Dennis has approximately zero desire to celebrate what a good job he did raising him. What he does want to do, though, is spend some time showing appreciation for the men who spend their time loving him, who spend their time taking care of him, showing him what real support looks like. They may not be his dads, not technically, but they are his daddies.
I think there's room for this to go a number of different ways, but I am drawn toward something filled with more appreciation, with more worship, more acts of service. Jack is coming off his shift, and Dennis has something warm and filling for him. He's got it all plated up, sat in Jack's favorite spot at the table. He greets him with a kiss, something that lasts for far too long and becomes a little too handsy to just be hardly in the doorway, but neither of them mind.
He sits him down at the table, takes his time slowly digging his thumbs into the knots in his shoulders as Jack eats, pleased with the happy noises his boyfriend is making. Once he puts his fork down on the table for the last time, Dennis starts kissing over the spots that his thumbs were moments prior, each movement filled with something like adoration. He moves from his shoulders, to his neck, until he's kissing him properly and the angle is kind of weird, but neither of them really care.
He refinagles himself so that he's standing between Jack's legs, his arms around his neck and the older man's hands on the backs of his thighs. "What's all this for baby, hm? What'd I do to deserve such a sweet morning from my sweet boy?"
And Dennis is absolutely red in the face, one finger fiddling with one of Jack's curls, twisting it round and round and round. "I just wanted to make sure I wished you a happy father's day."
And Jack makes this punched-out sort of noise that Dennis isn't sure how to interpret, but it becomes incredibly clear it was a good thing when Jack pretty much yanks him down for a kiss. It leaves Dennis breathless by the time he pulls back, and the way his lips feel against his skin is searing. "Fuck. Happy father's day, huh? My good, sweet, best boy wants to take care of his daddy on father's day? Yeah? Is that it? You gonna give me a present, sweetheart? Hmmm?"
Dennis is shuddering anytime he says pretty much anything, nodding his head along to what Jack is asking. "Yeah. Yeah, you always take such good care of me, want-want to show you how much I appreciate you."
"Yeah? Oh, what a good boy, Denny. Go on, show daddy how much you appreciate him."
When Dennis drops to his knees, it's more full-blown worship to the man in front of him than it is a blowjob. He's kissing along his length, his thighs, his stomach. He's breathing in the smell of him. He's taking him into his mouth to taste, to appreciate, to hold. He bounces between really trying to send Jack over the edge, and simply loving the man above him.
It's somewhere in the middle of this that Robby wakes up, comes to join them in the kitchen, stops to admire the sight in front of him. Leaning on the counter, sipping at his morning coffee while he admires his guys.
Jack ends up painting Dennis' face, making a good and proper mess of him, and the pair of them just there for a few moments, panting, breathing, existing. "Well," Robby's voice is still that early-morning rumble, "isn't this a treat."
"Mmhmm." Dennis cracks his eyes open, smiling dazedly at Robby. "Happy father's day, daddy. Are you ready for your present too?"
Robby chokes on his coffee. "Fuck. Yeah, baby. Yeah, I am."
Or, maybe he really plays into the present piece. Practices tying a nice, neat, pretty boy on himself, kneels on the edge of the bed to wait for Robby to wake up or Jack to get home, whatever happens first.
When Robby wakes up to see him like that, boy is it a treat.
"Happy father's day, daddy. Do you like your gift?"
"Fuck, baby, yeah, I do. I love it."
He spends as long as he can unwrapping his gift, taking it apart. He unties the ribbon from around his chest, and uses it to wrap around his wrists, ties them to the bedframe. Fucks Dennis slow and deep, whispering praises in his ear about how he's such a good boy, his good boy. That his daddies love him so much, that he's so good for them, that he's the best thing that could have ever happened to them, that they've taught him so so so well.
By the time they're done, Dennis is covered in lovebites, spit, cum, and tears, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Robby drapes himself over him like a blanket, still murmuring sweet words to him when Jack comes in the door, his gaze downright hungry as he looks at them. "Well, well, brother. What do we have here?"
Robby grins at him. "What can I say. Our The kid really knows how to celebrate father's day. You ready to unwrap your present too?"
Jack nearly moans out loud. "I think I might like that."
important that you never forgive ice agents, ever. even years after all this is over (and I do believe we will make it out on the other side, alive and for the better,) they live in shame and disgrace forever. no excuses, no forgiveness. they ruined their own lives when they decided that human freedom and liberty was an acceptable sacrifice for a paycheck
Jack and Robby when they catch up to a terrified Dennis who just escape from the cage their bedroom after months of trying to wake up from pupspace and barely succeeding:
Okay sooooo 3 scenarios in which each member of Hucklerabbot cum too early, untouched, or without even realizing.
I'm talking Rabbot going at it like rabbits while Dennis watches, handcuffed to a chair in the corner. Cum dripping down his leg from the cock cage.
Dennis calling Robby or Jack "Daddy" for the first time during a hot, impromptu make out sesh and they shoot their loads in their scrub pants.
Jack going to town on Dennis, pounding into him so hard the bed is shaking. Robby's supposed to be waiting his turn. He was going to get Jack's sloppy seconds tonight, using Jack's cum as lube for Dennisâs stretched hole. But he's so mesmerized by the muscles in Jack's body, the little panting moans Dennis makes, that he's blown his load across the bed and over Whitaker's chest without even realizing.
Do what you will with this, just thought I'd share the brainwave. đđ
--𫶠Juniper2Moon
ANOTHER ONE KEEPING ME UP LATE I AM HAVING GOOOOD DREAMS TWONIGHTAH
Dennis liked watching his boyfriends fuck. It was a simple fact that he'd known for as long as he'd known the men. He likes watching them kiss and make out and touch each other and do basically.... everything. So when Dennis had been particularly... sass mouthed and foul tempered, Jack had said he could sit and watch them fuck, hard and thorough as long as he sat in the armchair that was covered in clothes in the corner of their bedroom in the soft little cage they bought for him.
Dennis thought he'd get his way, smiling as the silicone was fit over his cock, squeezing his flaccid member in a way that felt pretty good, even when Jack pulled the loop around his balls and shaft, it fill felt pretty nice. He thought he'd gotten his way, some faux punishment to appease the older men's egos. He'd still be able to fell his own hand around his cock through the silicone, still be able to cum as he watched Jack destroy Robby's hole. He'd still get to jerk off and feel good.
Except when he settled into the chair in nothing but the cage and his soft white socks, Jack tied his wrists down to the arms of the chair. Dennis yanked against them and asked what he was doing but Jack just patted his cheek, all condescension and smugness and said 'Making sure this lesson really sticks' And then ignores every whine and complaint that comes from the corner as he makes his Robby feel so good.
Which just means fucking Robby hard and fast, just how he likes sloppy and doggy style. Dennis watches, pulling against the restraint as he watches Robby's face goes all pleasure, Jack's grunts deep as his hips slapped loud against Robby's soft measly bottom. Dennis was crying, tears weeping down his face as he writhed against the chair, stomping his feet where they barely touched the floor from the height of the seat, he was breathing hard before Robby's eyes glanced up at him and sent him right over the edge. Dennis cried out, loud, as his cock, forced to stay small and soft, sputtered out some measly cum, dribbling down his leg to wet the top of his sock.
The older men don't even stop, just giving him a glance before continuing. Jack teased Dennis as he unties him, the wetness that soaks his sock, the way his cock was still pink and twitchy when he took the cage off, the way his eyes were all pink and puffy. Robby just tsked and told him to think about his actions more throughly next time.
Jack had been minding his own business sitting on the couch watching Iron Chef, warm, relaxed, freshly showered, and waiting on Robby to get back home with takeout for dinner, maybe have their newly dubbed boyfriend tag along. Jack turned and said hey to Robby before watching Dennis smiled happily as he practically skipped into the heart of the house, kicking his shoes off to the side, slinging his backpack into a chair before plopping himself hip-to-hip with Jack on the couch, cuddling in close to the older man.
Dennis just smiled and giggled as he pulled Jack into a kiss. They did that a lot, get yanked into tonguey spit filled kisses by Dennis, the younger just wanting to have some attention spend on him, he didn't ask for much else. So Jack obliged, pulling Dennis closer, licking into his mouth, forcing Dennis to slow down a little, to savour it. But then Dennis was whining into the kiss, hands rubbing up and down Jack's torso, hips wiggling.
"C'mon daddy, touch me" Dennis begged, eyes half lidded as he pulled away just enough to look into Jack's eyes, biting his bottom lip, pulling one of Jack's wrists toward his scrub covered crotch and the bump of his hardon hidden within. He was being so damn sexy.
But it was really all for not because Jack was seizing up, a sparkly little orgasm ripping right through him, cum weakly shooting into his sweats as his half hard cock twitched.
"Baby, can't say shit like that before dinner. I- God, you'll kill an old man like that, Den" Jack groaned as he turned his head to hide in the younger's neck as his hips twitched with the last light flutters of his orgasm. He could have another that night, it had been so small.
"Hehe, it's okay, you can make it up to me later. I think Robby's done getting the plates ready!" Dennis had chirped, unfased, moreso flattered, as he rubbed up and down Jack's back and shoulder, his own cock twitching and hungry in his pants. But he was very patient. And he went and sat down happily at their dining table while Jack went to change his pants, Robby looked at him confused before Dennis blushed and explained. Robby raised an eyebrow at him and said he was sure they could both make it up to him. And more.
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Dennis always looked so pretty when he gets pounded through the mattress. He just takes it so well. He's so easy to stretch and prep, he makes the cutest little sounds when Jack first pushes in, eyes going all fluttery till he's used to it, then he's keeping that eye contact that Jack just adores. At least till he's crying and moaning out, knees shoving into his ribs, bed squeaking below him.
Robby loves to watch it, loves seeing their boy turn into a cock drunk fucked loose little doll, loves seeing Jack get out all that pent up energy, all that want. He loves watching the way Jack's muscles ripple as he wrecks their boy, loves seeing how he digs into the bedding, seeing the power of each thrust that smalls their bedframe against the wall.
But that night Robby was already on the edge. He felt a little extra sparky that night, having groped and grabbed on Jack in a supply closet at the hospital, had snuck off to kiss Dennis in the middle of their shift, he'd just got a kick under him. So when they started to head towards the bedroom, all lips and hands and excitement, Robby was perfectly happy to sit on the side of their bed, gently stroke himself to keep his medicated erection interested, and watch his boys fuck themselves silly, ready to take Jack's place and fuck into the loose cum stuffed hole that would be waiting for him.
But then he leaned over to kiss Dennis and Jack's hand was twisting in his hair to keep him still, all strength and power as he growled out a 'So fucking close, Mike" that was accompanied by Dennis's breathy little worn whimpers, Robby was blowing, forehead flopping down to Dennis's sweat damp collar, hand hurrying to stroke him through it, cum shooting up over Dennis's arm and the bed.
"Fuck... Fuck... Sorry. I'm- Fuck- I'm done. Holy Fuck" Robby apologized, not moving as his head jerked with his boys' violent sex. Dennis huffed as his lips perked up in a smile, soft little hands coming to hold Robby's head right where it was, Jack's lips pressing open mouthed kisses to his ear and face, consolation prizes.
Soon Dennis was crying out, a squeaky noise they had learned meant he was cumming, followed by Jack's own growling grunt, body pressing them all deeper into the bed.
Robby didn't feel bad because Dennis just curled up in his arms, saying that he needed a nap before getting washed up, saying he didn't wanna move around so much yet. Robby just held him, kissing him and wondering how he could let go like that... he was getting to old for that stuff...
I loooooved doing snippet parts like thissssss I eat it upppp it's like my number one fav thing to do cause I get to pile it allllllll onnnnnn tehehehehehehehe
How many times am I allowed to reheat Masculine Huckleabbot scent kink nachos before yâall get sick of me? Asking for a friend
It was really cute that Dennis thought he was hiding it well.Â
Jack was in the military- he fuckin' knew how to hide kinks. Knew how to disguise the shifting of his half-chub as casual stretch, how to play so hard into being gay that it passed as being straight, how to fly right under the radar as he let his lecherous gaze fall on shirtless chests and the scent of boot polish and sweat.Â
This kid might have been able to hide from everyone else, but not him.Â
The way he insisted that he wanted to borrow his camo jacket this instant and simply couldn't wait for it to get washed. The way he tucked his face subtly into his shoulder when they hugged or cuddled. The way that he instigated wrestling and grappling with him knowing it would end with him stuck in the crook of Jack's arm and writhing under him.Â
He might be a little grossed out if it didn't make something warm and heavy pool in his gut, that this strapping young twenty-something was huffing at his pits like a dog.Â
He let Dennis think he was getting away with it for a while- he'd been patient. He thought the kid was just too nervous to tell him. But the months stretched on and he seemed happy with just stealing little moments when they were pressed together.Â
It hadn't been a bad day when Jack decided enough was enough, just a busy one. Dennis had decided for some odd reason that it would be a great day to poke and tease and prod at him that usually led to their normal throw down.Â
Not today.Â
This time when Jack got the kid in a headlock too soon for a man his age with 3 older brothers, he made sure to flip him so he could press Dennis's face into the dampness of his underarm and growl, "Get a good whiff you little mutt."
Dennis's hips bucked as he whined and slapped at Jack's bicep and shoulder, half-hearted attempts to wriggle out of Jack's hold.Â
"Yeah, but you're not gonna move are you? You're right where you want to be huffing my BO like it's going out of style. You think I wouldn't notice?" Jack mused too casually for the situation. Dennis yelped out something that might have been a "Jack-!" if it wasn't muffled by the damp cotton of his t-shirt.Â
But Jack felt it, the rush of cool air that indicated a breath and the hot huffing exhale. Jack finally let go and shoved Dennis's head away, relishing the blearily look that Dennis had as he gasped for air and pouted at Jack.Â
"You- you're so gross-" Dennis tried but Jack was already grabbing Dennis's foot and yanking him to straddle his thigh, leaning over him and caging him in with his limbs.Â
"I'm gross, sugar? You can tell me that again when you aren't humping my thigh after getting to smell me." Jack cooed, mean and sweet, making Dennis squirm and grind his hips against his thick thigh again. "Such a gross kid, Denny."Â
"M'sorry, you just- you smell so good-" Dennis bleated, grinding his hips as hard as he could with his leverage. Jack leaned up just enough pop the button on Dennis's jeans, unzipping them and signaling to Dennis's slowly decreasing brain function to scramble to pull them off with his boxers.Â
While he was doing that, Jack stripped off his own shirt and threw it over Dennis's face, slapping away a hand that flailed up to take it off on instinct.Â
"That's your treat, you keep it there." Jack lowered his body to slot their hips together, groaning as Dennis eagerly frotted his cock against Jack's still-clothed crotch.Â
He wasn't going to last long- he already got riled up when wrestling (not that Dennis knew) but this was just sending him into a nosedive towards his climax. This time Jack's hand came up, resting on his elbow so he could put his hand over Dennis's mouth. He could feel Dennis's panting mouth and the strong bridge of his nose under his fingers as he leaned down and growled in his ear,Â
"Next time you need me that bad you beg for it like a good boy."Â
The effect was immediate- Dennis's back bowed as he yelled into Jacks' palm, hips jerking with each pulse of ecstasy through his body, dragging Jack down with him as he grunted and came in his pants like a fucking teenager.Â
The way his knee ached when his post coital glow slowly dissolved reminded him of his true age.Â
Dennis was still under him, making no move to get up even when Jack groaned and slowly stood up.Â
"Next time don't be a little creep, you menace." Jack said half-heartedly, plucking the t-shirt from his face and heading to the stairs as he chuckled over Dennis's hoarse, "Jesus Christ."Â
dennis lashing out at jack & robby & later apologizing for being so harsh & robby is like donât even worry about it jack threw his leg full speed at my head once
Ok sorry 2 asks in a row. Corruption kink Rabbot handpicking the kinks they want to expose dennis to.
"He'd be a sweet puppy don't you think?"
"Yeah? How do we get him to do that?"
"Oh, I bet it'll be easy"
Cut to Dennis in their bed, still nervous and new to all of this. Jack took his sweet time kissing all the thoughts out of that pretty head. Their boy is sweet and dumb before they've even gotten started.
Robby guides him with his hands on his hips. Dennis follows, always listens to Robby; Robby would never lead him astray-- not in the ED, not here. A surprised huff escapes Dennis' lips when robby settles him straddling a pillow. He doesn't understand. He's supposed to be on Jack. He's supposed to be touching them! He doesnt even know he's whining before Robby and Jack settle him.
"We still got you, Baby."
"Shhh. Its ok, Den."
"I don't-- what is-- what are we doing." Please please tell me what's going on. I wanna know how to do a good job.
Jack touches their foreheads together to give their boy something to ground himself. "You're gonna grind against that pillow and make yourself feel good. Can you do that for us sweetheart?"
"Like-- like a girl?" Robby tried not to moan as he filed that away for later.
"Like our puppy."
"What!" Something between shame and heat curled in his stomch. "N-no way. Is that? Is that even a thing?" Dennis tried to protest, scrambling for reason. If threesomes were out of his depth than this. This was--
"Shh," Robby coo'd into his ear. "Just try it, its gonna feel good, Den."
Robby starts moving his hands, still on Dennis' hips, to help him get started. It's too much- too embarassing. But--
But it also feels good. It feels good and Robby is in his ear telling him what a good job he's doing. Jack is smiling like he's-- he's proud of him. Dennis' cheeks are hot. He's sweating. He thinks he might be drooling.
"Is- is this right?"
"It's perfect, baby. It's perfect."
Thats all Dennis needs to go faster. He starts throwing himself into it, getting real friction without Robby's help. He leans forward into Jack. Partly to hide his face and partly because he might tip over if he doesn't.
He's close. He's close and he doesn't even know how he got here. He didn't know this was something he could do. Robby and Jack must be able to tell because Jack grabs Dennis by the jaw and forces eye contact.
"Please please please Jack. It feels so good."
"Yeah? You ready to come?" Jack's voice was starting to pick up a mean edge but all Dennis could do was nod. "You wanna be allowed?" Allowed? Was he not allowed? Dennis' hips stilled as confusion spread across his face but Robby started pistoning Dennis' hips forward, not allowing him a second of reprieve.
"Wha-"
"Bark for us, puppy. Bark for us and you can come."
- @puppyjavadi
(Sorry this is SO long. I started writing it and um. Something happened to me.)
corruption kink is always welcome in my inbox okay? okay
@puppyjavadi kept this in my inbox to be greedy. unfortunately i do in fact need the entire scene written out because yeah this is...exactly how it goes. Robby fucking moving his hips for him, Jack and his fucking eye contact
Dennis who's so desperate to let go he just lets out a small whiny pathetic bark and doesn't even think twice when Jack tells him to be louder
Sat on this draft fof MONTHS. Ft. overstim, pain kink, degradation, and uh puppy play... whatever that is.
Dennis felt hot. The friction on his cock was relentless. Shame licked at his gut, static filled his brain, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He but his lip so hard he thought it might bleed. The anxiety made him feel like a livewire. He felt so good, they made him feel so good.
Robby leaned in to nip at his earlobe, then whispered in the back of his ear: "It's ok puppy. We've got you."
Something in Dennis washed away. Like his sense of self, his dignity, was sliding across a table: slowly at first then dropping off sharply at the edge. He was somewhere else now. He'd felt good, almost dizzy, during sex with them before but this was something else entirely.
Jack watched Dennis plunge. One of the sweetest fucking things he'd ever seen. His pupils swallowed all the blue in his eyes. His jaw slackened. His chin shifted ever so slightly up, exposing the length of neck, soft and supple. The trust in it made Jack's heart swell. He was so hard it hurt.
The bark was small, quiet. Like Dennis' was trying to figure out how to even make the sound.
"R-ruff!"
Robby groaned behind him. Jack's face split into a grin.
"Good boy," Jack praised. "Again."
"R-Rraf! Ruff!" Dennis was louder this time-- looser. He even let himself pant for a few seconds after. God, he's a natural.
"See, brother. Didn't I tell you he'd pick it up eas-?" Jack joked and tore his eyes off of Dennis to look at Robby.
Robby's eyes were dark. His face was bright red with strain. Dennis whined lightly at the force of Robby's grip.
"Please," Dennis cries. "Please, S- Jack. Please can I come?"
Robby doesn't wait for Jack to answer, "Come for us, puppy. Such a good fucking boy. Such a sweet dog." Robby coos before biting down on the soft muscle between Dennis' neck and shoulder.
Dennis yelps as he comes. Ropes shooting across his pillow from an aching, untouched cock. Small, pained sounds drift out of his lips as Robby sucks and kisses the welt he left. Robby can't help himself; he reaches around to cradle Dennis' face before using his other hand to squeeze harshly at Dennis' cock. It draws a pained moan out of Dennis' that has Robby grinding into his back. He's trapped between the comfort and the pain, thrashing in Robby's grip and letting out high, unfilrered whines Jack's never heard before.
It takes Jack a minute to realize that he's just been sitting there like an idiot.
"How do you want him?" Jack asks, finally turning to Robby, voice breathless.
"On his back." Its not an ask or a command as Robby flips Dennis down on the mattress. Dennis' body is pliant, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. Jack parks himself at Dennis side, using a hand to help prop up one of his legs.
"God, you're so fucking pretty like this, Den." Robby brings one of Dennis' ankles to his mouth and kisses the bone. He nips and sucks and bites his way up the leg as Dennis squirms and whimpers. "Knew you'd make such a good dog. So desperate for us, so needy, so helpless." He hovers for a second, mouth just over Dennis' hole. Jack feels the muscles flex in his hand as Dennis keens. "Bet you were waiting for us to do this." Then, Robby spits.
The prep is rough; it makes Jack want to wince. Fingers pressing too hard, too many too soon. Robby wasn't trying to relax Dennis or ease him into it, he was trying to get inside-- pry at Dennis until he was undeniably theirs.
Dennis takes it beautifully, breath hitching and whining. He's already given himself over to them mentally, physically is easy. He thinks he's never felt at peace like this before. He's at peace the way a toy is at peace. He doesn't want, he doesn't choose, he takes and takes and takes and, god, Dennis' has never been given this much to take before. Feasting out of Jack and Robby's hands: safety, kindness, praise, pain, pleasure, humiliation, lust. He doesn't know what to do with any of it-- but he doesn't have to. It runs it's course through his body and when it's over, Jack and Robby will pick up the pieces and put him back together.
It would be generous to say that Dennis was prepped by the time that Robby lines his cock up against him. Jack looks carefully at Dennis who's gasping at the ceiling like he's praying.
"You think he's ready, brother?" Jack thumbs at the tears near Dennis' eyes, trying to get the boy focused enough pay attention.
"He's a greedy puppy. He'll love the stretch," Robby says, voice low and gravelly.
"Yeah? Is that what you want puppy?" Jack pets Dennis' hair as the boy's mouth makes loose shapes, trying to form words. As much as this was more than Jack had ever hoped and dreamed of, he didn't want to actually break Dennis.
"He fucking wants it. Look at him." Robby's tone impatient and his words echoing with smacks of his cockhead at Dennis' hole.
"Nuh uh, not until he says it."
"Come on, puppy. Show Jack how needy you are for it."
Dennis just whines, pawing at Robby's neck and shoulder trying to close all space between them.
"Not until you use your words, Den," Jack whispered.
"N-now." Dennis gasped around the words. "Please. please! Fuck. Daddy, please. Make it hurt."
That's all Robby needs to bury himself to the hilt. It's not fast, it's not even particularly harsh, just completely and utterly overwhelming. Dennis screams. Jack holds his leg tight as his muscles spasm and kick. Robby slows to a stop when he thinks Dennis might actually be reaching a pain threshold. Their boy chokes on a sob for a second before puppy whining. One of his hands, shaky, finds its way to Robby's magen David and pulls. By the time their hips are flush, Dennis' face is flushed and with wide tear tracks down his cheeks. Sweat drips off of Robby's brow, mixing into the mess.
Jack thinks he might explode and finally, finally, touches his dick. He watches, enraptured as Robby thrusts hard and deep into Dennis. Robby isn't moving with abandon, he's lazer-focused, reckless. It's a tunnel vision Jack hasn't seen in a long, long time.
"Fucking pathetic," Robby grunts. "Useless fucking thing. This is all you're good for, huh pup?" Each word is punctuated with smack from their hips.
Jack doesn't realize that the low groans he's hearing aren't coming from Dennis. He's transfixed on the tone of Robby's commands and the way his cock sinks into Dennis. He bites his lip every time Robby says the word 'mutt' and drifts further and further from controlling the scene that was his idea.
Eventually Dennis starts letting out small yelps. Little puppy yapping as he coasts into his second orgasm. He paws at Robby's chest with little pleading whines.
"You want one more, puppy? Wanna cum again on Daddy's cock?" Robby pants, clearly at the edge himself.
"Raff! Arf!" Dennis chases Robby's lips for needy kisses. It's sloppy, Dennis using more tongue than usual but Robby seems greedy for it.
A string of spit connects their mouths as Robby pulls back. Jack has to squeeze at the base of his dick when he sees it.
"Good boy," Robby praises. "Such a sweet dog. Such a good fucking dog for me." Robby sacrifices a bit of leverage to bring a hand to Dennis' hair: ruffling and petting. "Come on, sweet puppy, give it to me. Show daddy how much you like being our little pup."
Dennis comes sobbing. Red and raw and overstimulated. Robby cums a short while after, grunting forcefully. He rushes Dennis for a kiss and Jack hears their teeth clack.
"You did so good, Den." Robby mutters into his hairline. "We love you so much."
They still for a moment, panting into eachothers mouth until Robby pulls out with a sick squelch. Kisses land on every part of Dennis' face, strong hands scratching behind his ears.
Dennis, still deep in it, reciprocates with small nuzzles and whines. Robby watches his face sruch in effort as he tries mumble out words.
"Y-yours," he manages. "Yours."
"Yeah, Den," he smiles. "All ours. Gonna get you a collar and everything."
They smile at each other, completely content and drinking in the moment. Something deeply and profoundly right about this.
This is omega Dennis' great shame: he had his first heat at 18 years oldâa late bloomerâ and, since then, he hasn't exactly ever been out of heat. He has a rare condition that means he has a consistent and high sexual appetite, entirely irresponsive to suppressants. His nesting instincts are extremely sensitive, and extended periods of time spent outside of his nest can result in a melancholic mood. He is forced to wear protective padded underwear because he is always producing slick, and he also wears prescription-strength scent patches so as not to attract the attention he so fears.
Although he's never not in heat, his libido spikes seasonally, in line with the quarterly heat frequency a standard omega experiences. For these weeks, he is positively agonised. There is no toy that can satisfy him. There is no suppressant that can soothe him. These phases of heat leave him yearning for complete sedation. No single alpha could possibly match the sheer ferocity of his sexual needs. Two alphas, however...
Thinking about Jack deducing that Robby and Dennis are together through the type of food in Robby's home. While the two are hanging out Jack asks if he can steal a drink from Robby. Of course, he's already opened the fridge by the time Robby says he can help himself.
Jack pauses when he sees the food present. Cheese sticks.. a fuck ton of spaghetti.. tubs of icing� When he grabs his drink he jokes "you got pizza rolls in the freezer?"
He expects Robby to laugh but instead the man casually says he does. Jack laughs to himself and opens the freezer out of curiosity. He sees pizza rolls, three of the same microwaveable meal, and hot pockets.
"What, are you in your 20s?" Jack jokes. The moment he says that everything clicks to him.
"MICHAEL, YOU DID NOT!" is the next thing to leave his mouth.
as soon as dennis agrees to be robby's puppy permanently, to wear his collar and answer when sir calls him, it takes robby less than a week to microchip his boy. not a little tracker in his collar, no no, but a genuine microchip planted under his puppy's skin.
robby explains to his boy, while stroking his fingers gently over the sensitive patch of skin that the chip has been buried under, that this means there will never ever be another moment of dennis's life where robby (sir, daddy, owner) doesn't know exactly where he is. that he's his property, chipped and official, until the end of time.
dennis, all puppy-brained, can't help but bark and bark in delight and get all horny for his owner, thrilled at the fact he's been claimed so properly. he's a puppy, and puppies get chipped. the bruise over the insertion site excites him, and he barks again as robby smiles.
the puppy was his forever, whether dennis liked it or not.
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