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Frank’s knees scraped against the floor as he crawled forward, the leather black collar tight on his throat. Andy sat in the chair next to him, watching with amusement as Frank nuzzled his boot.
“Good boy,” Andy murmured, reaching down to run his fingers through Frank’s messy hair. The praise sent a shiver down his spine, his breath hitching as Andy started to massage his fingers in his scalp.
Andy’s grip tightened, tilting Frank’s head back to expose his throat. “Gonna check you over, pup,” he said his voice a bit rough. His free hand trailed down Frank’s side and over the curve of his hip, memorizing the smoothness of his body. Frank squirmed under the attention, his body already responding.
A tap on Frank’s inner thigh made him spread his legs wider, hitching his breath as Andy’s fingers traced the edge of his boxers. “Let’s see if you’re ready for me,” Andy said as Frank whimpered, trying to suppress the noise, but ultimately failing. The air between them thickened as Andy hooked a thumb under the elastic and peeled the fabric down.
Frank’s breath hitched as the cool air touched his skin, his hips twitching when Andy’s brushed the sensitive part of skin between his thigh and groin. “Shh, easy, pup,” Andy murmured, but there was zero gentleness in the way he spread Frank wider, his grip firm as he leaned into him. Frank whined needlessly when a calloused thumb pressed against his hole, just teasing enough to make his back arch off the floor.
“Look at you,” Andy breathed as he dragged his touch lower, circling slowly. Frank’s thighs trembled, his fingers scrambling on the floor. “Already so soaked for me, huh? Like you were made for this.” The words received a ragged moan from Frank, his cock dripping untouched between his legs. Andy chuckled, low and dark, before spitting into his palm and pressing two fingers against Frank’s hole without warning. The stretch burned and Frank’s vision blurred as he rocked back into them.
“Fuck, you take it so good,” Andy groaned, crooking his fingers and earning a sob from Frank. The slide was obscenely wet now, the sound of his fingers loud in the quiet room. Andy’s free hand twisted in Frank’s hair, yanking his head back. "Gonna breed you, puppy." Frank could only nod frantically, his mouth slack around a silent plea, his body alight and aching.
Andy didn't make him wait. The blunt head of his cock pressed against Frank's stretched rim, the pressure unbearable until he pushed in. Frank screamed, his spine bowing as Andy bottomed out in one brutal thrust, the fullness stealing his breath. "There we go," Andy panted, hips already moving, his grip on Frank's hair keeping him exactly where he wanted him. "Good fucking pup." Frank's world narrowed to Andy inside him, the praise ringing in his ears.
Frank’s fingers clawed at the floorboards as Andy set a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving the air from his lungs in gasps. His thighs burned where they were forced wide, his knees raw from friction, but the pain only sharpened the pleasure coiling tight in his gut. Andy’s hand left his hair to grip the base of his throat instead, squeezing just enough to make Frank’s vision swim. “That’s it,” Andy rasped, his breath hot against Frank’s ear. “Take it like you were born to.” The words unraveled something in Frankie’s chest and he arched back harder, impaling himself deeper on Andy’s cock with a broken moan.
The slap of skin grew wetter, messier, Andy’s hips stuttering as he chased his own pleasure. He dragged Frank up by the throat, bending him backward until his spine protested, until he could feel Andy’s teeth sinking into the meat of his shoulder. The bite sent a jolt straight to Frank’s neglected cock, and he sobbed, his own release building with terrifying speed. “Fuck, Andy—please—” he choked out, but Andy just growled, tightening his grip. “Not yet,” he ordered, fucking into him harder, deeper, like he could carve the words into Frank’s skin. “You come when I say.”
Frank whimpered, his body trembling on the edge, his hole fluttering helplessly around Andy’s cock. The air smelled like sweat and leather and salt, the room reduced to the creak of the floorboards and the wet slap of flesh. Andy’s free hand slid down Frank’s chest, pinching a nipple viciously before palming his leaking cock before pulling away again. “Gonna make you beg for it,” he promised, his voice wrecked. Frank barely recognized his own voice as it spilled out of him, ragged and shameless: “Please, please, fuck, I’ll be so good, I’ll be a good puppy I promise—” his voice cracks as tears started falling down his cheeks.
Andy’s laugh was dark as he wrapped a hand around Frank’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “Come on, then,” he murmured, biting at the hinge of Frank’s jaw. “Show me.” It was all the permission Frank needed. His orgasm hit like a tsunami, his body seizing as he spilled over Andy’s fist with a cry, his hole clamping down hard enough to drag Andy over the edge with him. Andy cursed, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled deep inside him, his breath hot against Frank’s neck.
For a long moment, they stayed like that: Frank boneless and shuddering, Andy still buried inside him, his grip lightening but not letting go. The silence was thick with the aftermath, heavy with something that felt like possession. Andy pressed a kiss to Frank’s damp temple, wiping away his tears, before murmuring, “Good boy.”