Ess stared in awe at the gun in his hand. It was hefty and ostentatious, big and bad, yet somehow also expensive and refined. A brand new Ruger Super Warhawk. His brand new Ruger Super Warhawk. The dim, orange light of dusk leaked through a crack in the wall and struck the weapon’s hammer, giving the piece a striking appearance worthy of its reputation. He took a deep breath. The grip felt heavy in his palm with the weight of responsibility. Cautiously, he reached for his side and stowed the weapon for the evening. The oversized barrel was a tight fit in a holster designed for a much more practical Ares weapon, but it would suffice. He swirled his hips to practice his swagger. The confident sway of the weapon’s handle filled him with pride.
This is what it felt like to be a Lieutenant.
“Are you quite fragging done?”
Ess looked down at his new “pet.” Sitting in the corner, Aech rapped at his left tusk impatiently, holding his elbows close to his chest to ward off the cold draft blowing across it. The collar around Aech’s neck provided little additional warmth to whatever his loose-fitting boxers could muster. Aech suppressed a shiver and added, “It’s not getting any lighter out.” The brown leather muzzle resting on Aech’s forehead prevented Ess from taking anything he said seriously.
Ess scratched his chin and pretended not to notice the complaints. “I don’ know, Aech,” he said, striking a pose with his hip, “Do ya think this outfit suits someone of my, heh, status?”
Aech folded his arms, partly obscuring the intricate red tattoo on the right of his chest, and glared. “Can we just get this over with?” he asked. “I already feel like drek, and you ogling yourself isn’t helping.”
Ess shrugged. He knelt down and leveled his gaze with Aech’s. “If you didn’ wanna be my pet,” he said, “you shouldn’ have made the bet.” He scooped the leash off of the floor and wagged it threateningly. “It’s only for tonight, anyhow, you whiny little slut. I’m the one I’m screwing by dickin’ around in here.”
Aech spat on the floor, wrinkling his nose in search of an intimidating flare for his upper lip. “Waiting sucks more than just suffering through it. You’re keeping the whole gang waiting, too.”
Ess grinned and gave Aech a friendly boop on the nose, and Aech found the lip flare he was looking for. “Fine, we’ll do it yer way” Ess said, reaching for his bag. “I got a nice, special evening all planned out for ya’. But first, we’ve got to get you prettied up.”
Aech grumbled and leaned forward, pushing out his legs to get on his hands and knees. “Let’s get this over with.”
Ess whistled cheerily as he reached for the muzzle and pulled it down over Aech’s mouth. He cinched the straps tight, then reached into his bag for a pair of earmuffs. After taking a minute to align the pointed dog-ears atop the band just so, he slipped them onto Aech’s head. “Ya look cute,” he said, punctuated by a wink.
Aech bared his teeth and growled.
“Good thing Emm gave you that muzzle, huh? At least you’re actin’ the part.” Ess waved some kneepads and a pair of fingerless gloves in Aech’s direction. “Here, for your comfort.”
“So generous,” Aech said, disdain dripping from his muzzle. He accepted the padding anyway. “Any other gifts, ‘master’?”
Aech’s heart sank at the glimmer in Ess’s eyes. A light and fluffy tail emerged from the bag. Ess rubbed it against his cheek, testing its softness. “Just the one,” he said with a smile
“Oh fuck me…”
“Yup.” Ess waved the tail in the air like a gymnastic ribbon, making a performance of it. He then held the shiny metal plug at the end up to the light, which reflected nicely on of Aech’s expression of horror.
“Stay!” Ess commanded as he walked around to Aech’s backside. One small packet of lubricant and a pantsing later, and Ess was working the plug between his pet’s cheeks, pressing gently against the hole until it relented. One centimeter, two, then a third. Aech grunted and flexed his glutes. The plug lurched forwards with a hungry slurp, forcing the flared base up against the skin. Ess gave Aech gentle pat on the thigh, fluffed the tail, and pulled the boxers up underneath it. “Good boy.”
Aech muttered something foul. Ess gave the tail a quick tug to remind him of his place. Aech whimpered and relented.
“Very good boy.” Ess stood up and pet Aech’s head. He picked up the leash and wrapped it around his wrist, keeping it taut so his pet would stay close at his side. “Ready, for the show?”
Ess walked over to the door and gave it three sharp knocks. His pet dragged behind him as it struggled to remember how to crawl. On the other side of the wall, Emm’s booming voice made the announcement:
“Listen up, boys!” Emm began. His voice easily carried through the door. “It’s been a long couple of weeks! Many of you applied, many of you took walks of shame, and a few of you even showed some real fraggin’ potential. But what set our two finalists apart, besides being better than the rest of you drekheads?”
“He’s talking about us,” Ess whispered mockingly. Aech grumbled his lack of a reply.
“Those crazy fraggers made a bet, sworn on my name, that one of them would become Lieutenant. Seriously, they were on their knees, hands bound while Enn beat them for the stress test, and yet remained clear minded enough to agree that if one of them got promoted, the other would be their bitch for a night. With stakes like that, how could they not be our finalists?”
The small crowd gathered outside hooted and hollered. Aech shuddered, cold and anxious. Ess gave him a reassuring pat on the back. “Yer gonna do great.”
“-But only one could win,” Emm continued. “We aren’t so big we need five fraggin mini-me’s keeping you idiots in order. So now I’d like you to give a warm Red Letter cheer for your new Lieutenant… ESS!”
The door burst open, temporarily blinding both master and pet with the blistering glow of three raging party-fires. Ess barely put a foot through the door frame before the unruly mob swarmed him, eager to shake his hand, pat his back, and offer him compliments to curry favor. Ess tried to speak, but the hoots and hollers of his new minions drowned him out. When he looked to Emm for assistance, Emm just leaned against the wall and shrugged.
At the other end of the leash, An unending blanket of warm, filthy hands enveloped Aech’s body. Cruel whispers of “Good boy,” and “what a sweet puppy” filled his ears. Someone tickled his chest, asking, “Does he like belly rubs?” A particularly curious grunt yanked on his tail, the final straw. Aech shoved his heel into the yanker’s chest, slamming the muscular ork into the wall. A slap struck him across the face. Chants of “Bad dog! Very bad dog!” followed. Aech wanted to bite all of them.
A deafening gunshot silenced the room. The mob flinched and covered their ears for protection. Ess twirled his Warhawk in his hand, holstered it, and took a moment to enjoy the silence, watching as a wisp of smoke drifted towards the new hole in the ceiling. “Now that I’ve got your a-ten-sion,” Ess said, “I’ve got a few things to say, so take a damn seat.”
The gang quickly dropped to the floor, a gaggle of thuggish kindergartners sitting cross-legged and at attention. Ess gave Aech’s butt a pat to say that he should sit too.
“Good,” Ess continued, surveying the room. “First, I don’t do flattery. Save the cock-suckin’ for Enn and asshole-lickin’ for Queue. Second, I’d like to thank Emm for choosing me to lead you idiots and providing me with this fine pet for the night.”
A small group of troublemakers started a chant. Others followed with a howl. Ess shut them up with a glance. From the back of the room, Emm nodded and gave Ess a salute. Ess saluted back.
“And lastly,” Edd said, “but most importantly, Aech is my pet, not yours, so keep your filthy hands off. I don’t want to have to bathe him. Let’s go boy. Time for walkies.”
The crowd grumbled and murmured. Ess didn’t care. They were just mad he was taking away their toy. Ess walked forward and forced them to clear a path. A tug of the leash brought a stunned yet appreciative Aech crawling after him. As they walked out the splintered remains of the HQ’s front door, Emm started up a round of applause for the pair. Ess didn’t stop to take a bow.
Ess strung Aech along for a few blocks, waiting until they were long out of earshot, before directly addressing his pet again. “Well, that was a drekshow,” he said, stopping to tussle Aech’s hair. “But we’re alone now. Where to first, boy?”
Aech eyed Ess warily. He scrunched his face to try and get the muzzle to scratch an itch. “Are you being nice to me?” he asked, hesitantly.
Ess frowned and bopped his pet on the nose, inadvertently scratching the itch. “Doggos don’t talk. They bark. Speak, boy!”
Aech grumbled. No, Ess was not being nice to him. He burbled out a half-hearted ‘woof’
“Louder,” Ess commanded.
Aech did it again, this time with less burbling.
“Nah. Still not loud enough.”
“I’m barking at best as I fraggin-”
Ess yanked the leash and dragged Aech by the neck over to the gutter. “Bad dog!” He yelled. He grabbed the back of Aech’s skull and mashed the muzzle into the foul-smelling runoff, rubbing it in to drive the point home. “Now, be a good dog and speak!”
Aech threw back his head and launched a blistering shout from the back of his throat, loud enough to scare a family of three-legged raccoons out of their dumpster dwelling across the street.
“Now that’s a good boy!” Ess knelt down and scratched Aech’s chin, wiping away some of the gutter water with a kerchief taken from his bag. He stroked the back of Aech’s neck with gentle fingers and asked again, “Ready to try again? Where to first, boy?”
Aech looked around the dimly lit barrens. The shops were all closed on account of the damage from Redboy/Ancients gang war earlier that month, and the Red Letter Curfew meant nobody in their right minds would be out tonight, anyhow. He warily nodded in the direction of an old, run-down fountain and barked.
“Good choice, boy!” Ess cooed. “Let’s run to it!”
Ess sprinted towards the fountain. Aech flailed about on all fours, trying, and failing, to keep up. He choked and gagged as the collar dragged him by the neck, his legs scraping as they bounced along on the broken asphalt. He arrived wheezing and out of breath, and hated that Ess looked fresh enough to issue another command.
“Okay, dog- shake!”
Ess held out a hand. Aech coughed and scrambled for air. He reluctantly pawed at Ess’s palm. Ess gave it a shake.
“Good boy. But that was too easy. Okay, sit.”
Aech sat on his legs and rolled his eyes. Was Ess really just going to have him do tricks all evening?
“Now, roll over.” Ess made a small clockwise circle with his finger to illustrate the point.
Aech started to obey, but before he leaned over he thought to look to his left. A thick puddle of sticky brown mud waited at his side. He started to lean to his right, but Ess tugged at the leash to make his intentions clear. Aech looked at the mud, then back to Ess, and pulled out the best “sad puppy” eyes he could muster. Ess tugged again, this time with impatience.
“Real talk, Aech,” Ess said, “you know what’ll happen if Emm finds out you’re not honoring the terms of the bet. Now roll. The frag. Over.”
Aech looked at the ground and bit his lip. Emm had made it abundantly clear during his interview that reneging on a bet carried the same penalties as a demotion, and Arr’s demotion was still fresh in Aech’s mind. He didn’t need the gang looking at him that way. With a deep breath, Aech braced for the worst and flopped onto his side. The mud caked his arms and back as he rolled through. He pawed at the back of his head to try and scrape some of the sludge away, but he just spread it around.
Ess nodded and twirled his finger back the other way. “Fraggin’ grand. Now, once more just to make sure ya got it. Roll over, boy.”
Aech growled and clicked his tusks before rolling back through the mud. Ess gave the puddle a light kick to make sure Aech’s chest received the same coating as his back. Aech’s knee twitched as he fought the urge to leap up and strangle his master, but breaking character wasn’t worth the risks. He barked his displeasure.
Ess smiled and scratched his chin, enjoying the view. His own loyal pet, covered in grime and finally playing the part. Now he could start on the fun stuff.
“You’re such a dirty little thing, aren’tcha?” Ess cooed, as if talking to a small child. “Do ya’ just love rollin’ around in the mud? Do ya?”
Aech crouched back and snapped his teeth. He was very sick of this game.
Ess sighed and gave the leash a little slack. “Let’s get ya cleaned up,” he said, gesturing over his shoulder, “‘cause you look like drek. I know a place.”
Ess turned on his heels and led them to a small, abandoned restaurant a few blocks away. Ess kept a slower pace this time, one that Aech could follow without strangling himself. Aech was glad for the breather, but the cold evening air blending with the moist filth on his skin left him too miserable to appreciate it.
Ess pulled open the old-fashioned diner-style doors. The hinges creaked and groaned, crying out for lubricant. Ess would have obliged them, but he needed what supply he had for later. Instead, he led Aech into the kitchen and instructed him to sit by the sink. Aech shuddered at the touch of icy tile beneath him.
“Here we go,” Ess said, reaching for the spray-nozzle hanging from the ceiling. “Let’s get you nice and clean.”
Aech flinched as Ess squeezed the handle. The water was warm, much to his surprise. He started to relax, happy to have any heat as Ess paced about and focused on clearing the muck away. As the mud melted off his back, Aech rolled over to help his master hit the spots the hose wasn’t long enough to reach. Ess gave him one last pass with the water and called it done. Never had Aech felt better after a warm shower. He instinctively tried to shake off the last few drops. Ess laughed and threw a towel over his pet, then rubbed him dry. “All clean now?”
Aech, puzzled by the generous, warm bathing, gave his master a confused “yip?”
“Only one on this street with a workin’ water heater,” Ess explained. “C’mon. Upstairs you go, now. I picked this one for reasons.”
Ess opened the door to the back room and gestured for his pet to follow. They traveled down two dusty corridors and up one flight of stairs, before arriving at the small apartment above the diner. Broken picture frames decorated the torn, flowery wallpaper, showing old-fashioned prints of a tall, straight horned troll and his scrawny human partner, both dressed in red-checkered aprons. Ess took Aech past the bathroom and into a small bedroom around the back, where a stack of two, well-worn mattresses awaited them. Ess sat down on the bed and gestured for Aech to sit in front of him.
“Tons more private here,” Ess said, stretching his arms. “Wouldn’ you agree?”
Aech raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. As a master, Ess had been mostly cruel to him, but the flashes of kindness in the HQ and the kitchen spoke to some less evil intent, and he was curious where this was all going. He craned his neck as Ess rummaged through his bag and dug out a small plastic jar. Aech gaped at the sight of it.
“Peanut butter,” Ess explained. He removed the lid on the large, brown container, and watched Aech salivate as the sweet, nutty smell drifted through the room. “I splurged on the real stuff,” he continued. “A gift for you if ya won the bet, ‘case I needed to bribe you into treating me nice. But even more fun for me if ya lost.”
Aech suppressed a whimper. He hadn’t had real peanut butter since he was a kid, and the substitutes never did the taste justice. His muscles tensed, but he resisted the urge to leap onto the bed. He thumped his foot against the worn carpet in anticipation, and his tail started to wag on its own accord.
Ess dipped a finger in the jar and licked it clean, savoring the flavor. “Thought you’d want it. It’s yer favorite, right?”
“Yes!” Aech yelled. He gasped and clapped his paws over his muzzle. “I mean, woof…”
“Well, you’ve been a good boy,” Ess mused, “and good boys get treats, so…”
Aech flexed his glutes to wag his tail harder, suddenly genuinely appreciative of the work Ess had put into this little bet.
“…but you’ll have to be good a bit longer.”
Aech’s heart sank. Ess closed the jar again and enjoyed the pitiful look on Aech’s face.
“Lay on yer back,” Ess commanded, “or play dead or whatever. We’ll get to your treats in a bit.”
Aech grumbled and laid on the floor. Now Ess was just torturing him.
Ess knelt down and raised Aech’s hands above his head, using the leash to tie them at the wrists. He placed a warm palm in the center of Aech’s chest, and another in the center of the groin. Ess pressed down and began to rub, slowly at first, making gentle, kind circles. Aech smirked; it tickled. Ess pressed down harder, wiping Aech’s smirk away and drawing forth a quiet gasp. As the bulge in Aech’s boxers started to swell, Ess slid one hand over to his pet’s nipple, and the other down to the tail. Aech shook his head in protest as Ess gently gripped at the tail’s base. Ess grinned, unrelenting, and tugged.
Ess pinched down on the nipple and began to twist. Aech howled. His back arched and his legs flailed, giving Ess better access to his hole. Ess slowly worked the tail plug out an inch, then back in, timing the tweaks of his plaything’s chest to match the back and forth motion of the abused hole. Aech tried to kick him away, but Ess swung a leg over and pinned Aech’s knees down with his own. Ess played with the angle of the plug, humming to himself as he gauged the way Aech writhed at every little motion. At one particularly sharp angle, Aech gave up a bark of ecstasy. Ess switched to the other nipple and narrowed his approach. Drool leaked from Aech’s muzzle as the poor pup gave in to the massaging pleasure in his loins.
With Aech hot and bothered, Ess slipped the plug back inside and hopped on the bed. “Sit up,” he commanded, reaching for the peanut butter jar. “It’s time for treats.”
Aech took a moment to catch his breath, then rolled onto his side and pushed upright. He watched with bated breath as Ess reached out and unbuckled the left strap on his muzzle, then the right, letting it fall loose around his neck. It felt good to breathe something other than leather again. Ess gave Aech a scratch behind the ear, then took off his pants. His erection looked enormous when framed by his burnt red boxers in the dim light. Aech’s blood pooled in his cheeks. He nodded in understanding.
But as Aech leaned in and closed his eyes, Ess held out a hand to stop him. Ess reached into the jar for a finger of butter and held it up to Aech’s lips. Aech eyed him hesitantly – it had to be a trap – but Ess prodded him with it, insisting “Go on, lick it off.”
Aech relaxed and lapped at the offering with his tongue. It was exactly as he remembered it, thick and nutty with a healthy dose of sugar and oil. He wrapped his lips around the finger and pulled the rest into his mouth, delighting in the way the creamy paste stuck to the roof of his mouth, the way the oils coated his teeth. He whimpered and bowed his head, begging for more.
Ess smirked and stuck his finger back in the jar. Aech’s ears perked at a loud creak in the floor below, but paid it no mind. He was too enthralled in watching Ess rub the nutty delicacy along his cock. “Heel, boy,” Ess cautioned. “Not done yet.” Ess applied a few more layers of peanut butter to his prick, spreading it around to get a nice, even coat, then whistled. “Okay boy, come and get it.”
Aech rushed up to Ess, consumed by a combination of hunger and lust. He forced his bound arms between his master’s legs and buried his face in the crotch. He licked and kissed, smacked and sucked, running his lips along every inch to fill his mouth with the flavor of his dreams. Every inch of cock demanded careful examination with his tongue, lest he miss a drop of the delicacy. As the layers melted away, the sweet earthy flavors blended with the salty musk beneath, an intoxicating combination that drove him to want both even more. His master had given him a gift, and he would pay it back in kind.
Ess smiled and tickled the back of the pup’s neck. With his other hand he painted little extra dots and lines of peanut to guide Aech to his most sensitive places. A dollop just above the balls for the lips to enwrap. A ring around the head for the tongue to trace. His original vision of a sad, begrudging Aech slowly lapping at his cock paled in comparison to the lustful, ravenous thing delighting his nerves. If this kept up, Ess thought, he might even come.
The floor creaked again. Aech didn’t care. He was too horny and too hungry to focus on anything other than his master’s pleasure. A small drop of precum emerged from the tip as Ess’s amused chuffs turned to moans. Aech greedily lapped it up, then wrapped his lips around the head and tried to suck out more. He slurped down along the shaft, using the cockhead to dislodge some of the butter stuck to the roof of his mouth, while focusing his tongue on the spots Ess had highlighted before. His master’s pleasure was his own. His heart pounded in his chest. He would see this through to the end.
“F- frag,” Ess stuttered, losing control of his breath. “You’re a- a hungry little pup, aren’t ya?”
Aech took in another inch, teasing the idea of his throat with warm breaths on the head. He looked up at his master one last time, closed his eyes, and prepared to take it all in.
A crash. A shout. The door was open. Debris raining down from the ceiling as it slammed against the wall. Ess jumped, hissing as his cock nicked Aech’s teeth. Aech turned around to see a tall, fair-skinned human in an armored jacket, and Aech was dead center in a shotgun’s crosshairs.
The human frowned, then coughed, then laughed. “Oh. My god.” he said, piecing the lurid together. “Guys, are you getting this? Yeah, on the smartlink? Some tough gang these guys are…” He gestured with the shotgun towards Ess’s rapidly retreating phallus. “No, no, don’t let me interrupt. This’ll go great on my me-feed. Just keep sucking that dick, little pup. I’ve got some questions for your master.”
Ess pointed at his neck with a trembling finger, barely noticing as Aech resumed nursing his cockhead. “Who, me?” he asked. “What the frag ya want with a slut like me?”
“Oh cut the act,” the human said, rolling his eyes. “I recognize that getup. Red Letter Boys’ Lieutenant, right?”
Ess clenched his fists and meekly replied, “…no?”
Aech choked. Ess was a terrible liar. As he licked and kissed the shaft, Aech looked around for an out. He was practically naked, but his master was not. He stole a glance at their attacker out of the corner of his eye. The human seemed to be paying Aech little mind, treating him as the helpless bitch in the room. Aech could work with that. He snuggled up closer to Ess and started to remove his gloves.
The human fired a warning shot into the ceiling. Aech nearly bit his master clean off in surprise. Ess quickly backpedaled. “Yesyesyes, fine,” he said, “Yes, I’m a Lieutenant. Just- just don’t fraggin kill us.”
“That,” the human said, “will depend on how well you can follow directions. As well as how good a cumshot I get on tape, here. And don’t reach for your gun, or I’ll blow your face off. I don’t need you, got it?”
“U- understood.” Ess looked down as Aech’s glove dropped to the floor. Aech kissed the tip and gave Ess a wink. All he needed was a little time. “I- I can give you the boss’s tracking information,” Ess added. “His schedule and everythin’. He spends a bunch’a of time alone on weekends, and-”
“Start by telling me where your drug stash is.” The human rapped his foot impatiently. “It’ll save my boys a lot of time.”
“Oh, the drug stash? Why didn’ ya say so? Well, uh, it’s… it’s…”
“It’s…?” The shotgun pumped once, preparing another shot.
“It’s…”
Aech gasped loudly for air. The human blinked in surprise. Aech found his window. He propelled himself onto the bed, ripping Ess’s pistol from its holster with his fingertips as he bounced onto the worn mattress springs. Just as the human braced his weapon, Aech found the trigger and fired. The Warhawk’s battle cry shook the walls and launched a metal slug square between the human’s eyes. Blood and brains splattered the decor, giving the once cute photos of the proprietors a sinister splash of gore. The corpse fell backwards, staring into the void with shock. The shotgun hit the carpet with a dull thud.
Aech shook his head and rubbed his ringing ears against his shoulders. He did a double take, then a triple. That had actually worked. Ess seemed equally shocked, eyes wide and jaw agape as he took in the scene. Perhaps most interestingly, Ess was fully erect again. Aech nervously laughed and slipped the Warhawk back into its holster, asking “Woof?”
Ess tackled Aech to the ground. Overwhelmed with emotion, he grabbed the back of Aech’s head and smashed their lips together, digging in with his tongue. Aech relented, and the two of them swapped spit and twisted tongues for what felt like an eternity. But the rush faded a minute later. Bright red, Ess quickly scrambled back to the bed and nervously pretended to dig through his bag. “Sorry,” he said, “I, uh, was just happy to be not-dead. That’s all.”
“M- me too.” Aech replied. “I mean, bark bark woof whimper… or something like that.”
“No, it’s fine.” Ess grabbed the peanut butter, scooted back over, and reached down to untie Aech’s wrists. “I think ya’ve served your time. Saved my life an’ all that.”
Aech breathed a sigh of relief as the leash fell slack. He shook out his wrists and reached up to undo the collar. He stopped just at the buckle. He wasn’t sure why he hesitated to pull it free. Perhaps it hadn’t been all bad? At least, maybe it didn’t have to be.
“Actually,” Aech said, drawing out his words as he started to form an idea, “I wonder… What would the boss think if he found out you got hunted down on day one, and had to be saved by your little pet?”
Ess scooted back. He didn’t like the implication. “Woah, hey, let’s not-”
Aech smirked, smiled, then grinned wide. “I’m pretty sure that would be a demotion. Not the most pleasant way to end your management career, if I recall…”
“Aech, what are you-”
“And, well, this costume you gave me would be a terrible thing to waste.”
“I’m not gonna-”
“And you won’t have to.” Aech got to his feet for the first time and set a hand on Ess’s shoulder. “You bought me peanut butter. I don’t fraggin’ get to be mad. I do get to get even, though. So get naked, and get on your hands and knees.”
Ess frowned. “Wait, in here? You daft? With the dead guy and-”
“You don’t have to look at him. Pants off. Now.”
Ess quickly complied, stripping down and getting down on all fours. “Ya know you still have to be the pup until midnight, right? Ya can’t dress me up, or Emm will-”
Aech chuckled. He knelt down and crawled over to Ess, then mounted his master. He rested his hands on his master’s hands, his legs on his master’s legs, and his cock in his master’s cleft. “Little pup saved the big ork’s life. Now he’s gonna establish dominance.”
Ess gulped. Aech humped. His balls slapped his master’s thighs as he made reckless, rapid thrusts. His dick slid nicely between his master’s cheeks, like a hot dog in a perfectly sized bun, letting his shaft rub the hole to loosen it up. Ess grunted with each violent pulse, wincing as Aech continued to grow more bold. “You gonna dry-hump me to death, that it?”
Aech patted his master on the cheek. “Close, but no.” He grabbed the bottle of lubricant peeking from Ess’s back and squirted a glob onto his palm. The sound of it raised every hair along Ess’s spine. “You should still be loose from your last interview with Tee, right?” Aech asked. He already knew the answer. He rubbed the lubricant on his shaft and adjusted his hips, pressing his tip gently against the anus. It squished and spread open, almost inviting him in.
“Ya can go and frag yourself, Aech. I bought you peanut butter.”
“That’s why I’m thanking you.”
Aech gripped Ess’s shoulders and dug in, accepting the invitation. Ess’s guts resisted just enough to satisfy Aech’s dominant streak, but not enough to turn asserting that dominance into work. Ess grit his teeth and groaned as his pet fragged the pride out of him, starting with slower, deliberate thrusts, and dialing up the tempo as he found the angles that sent shivers down Ess’s spine. Aech stuck a finger in the peanut butter jar and gave it a lick. His tail wagged madly. The carnal view made it taste even better.
“If I’m being honest,” Aech said, not relenting in the slightest, “you did treat me pretty well, given the terms of the bet. Here-” Aech reached around and gripped the base of his master’s cock. With one hand using the shoulder for leverage, he thrust hard and stroked harder, daring Ess’s already swollen cock to burst before him. Ess’s grunts gave way to pants, and the pants gave way to moans. Ess’s cock danced to a tune it had never heard before as Aech zeroed in on the perfect angle to savage his master’s guts.
“C- c’mon, asshole,” Aech said, starting to draw short on breath, “I sucked your dick a bunch already. You have got to be ready to burst.”
Ess ground his teeth, shaking his head erratically. “I’m not- I’m not enjoying this- I’m- I’m…”
Ess continued to be a terrible liar. Aech could feel Ess’s insides constricting around his shaft. Try as Ess might, he couldn’t fight nature. Aech drew back for one final thrust and rammed Ess with everything he could muster. Ess craned his neck and howled. His back caved in to the inevitable spasm of pleasure, and he spewed a jet of thick seed onto the carpet. More streams followed as Aech continued to milk him from both ends, Ess howling at each one, equal parts pained and orgasmic.
“Good boy,” Aech mocked. Before he could add to it, his own loins constricted, stirred up by the lewd display before him. His tail fell out with a sickening pop, sending a shock around his hips and into his balls. They responded the only way they could, pumping a full load shamefully deep inside of Ess. Ess retched at the sickly sensation of slime filling him up. The two of them together shuddered and collapsed to the floor.
Ess caught his breath first. “So… I’m the one bleeding cum out my ass,” Ess began. “How you gonna explain that to Emm?”
“E- easy, I think.” Aech picked a few strands of cum off the floor and wiped them on his face. “There. I come crawling back, tail between my legs, and you shove a towel in your pants until you’re drained. No one has to know. Good?”
“…good.”
Ess turned his head and looked back towards the door. He retched again. He had forgotten about the gore. “Think I should tell Emm about the guys huntin’ us?”
Aech nodded. “Yep. And you should take the credit for pasting him. But… maybe not for a couple hours? I need a doggie nap.”
“…I’m not gonna fight that.”
They closed their eyes and weaved their fingers together. Master and pet. Lieutenant and peon. Dom and sub. The exact details on that last one could wait until morning.