Good Boy
Sit down, Be quiet, Obey.
Can you do that for your master?
Can you do that for your master?
About:
In this RP, pretty little human boys have found a
kink in controlling 'pets'. These pets are men, muscular
and strong who have dog-like tendencies such as
, nipping, biting and general lack of control.
They're all kept in a 'pet' store where they are
sold and controlled as slaves, forced to obey whatever
command they are dealt.
Leashes, collars, whips, and leather- the owners
find satisfaction in making their pet obey.
The puppy was in pain, his eyes glossy as he stared up at his owner with
pleading eyes, begging for release. A ring encircled his aching , pre-
dripping from the tip despite the pressure of the cool metal that held his back. "P-please, master." A tiny moan left his lips as his owner grabbed
his chin, focring him to look up and meet his eyes.
"Please? Please what?" The owner teased with a knowing look in his eyes.
His puppy was it its breaking point and that's exactly what he wanted.
With a smirk, the owner traced his fingers along the rich leather
collar- the only thing that was holding his mutt down.
A somewhat savage snarl burst from the dog's previously begging lips,
his dark eyes glowering. No more. He couldn't take it anymore, "Let me you."
The game was over, the owner could see it. Just before he could undo the leash,
his mutt jumped and pinned him down, teeth nipping at his owner's neck.
"Get off!" Yelped the owner, surprised by the sudden outburst, but the pet
didn't listen. He knew he would be punished for this later, but for now all he
could think of was his master's warmth he would soon be feeling
wrapped around him.
"You've been a bad boy."
In this RP, pretty little human boys have found a
kink in controlling 'pets'. These pets are men, muscular
and strong who have dog-like tendencies such as
, nipping, biting and general lack of control.
They're all kept in a 'pet' store where they are
sold and controlled as slaves, forced to obey whatever
command they are dealt.
Leashes, collars, whips, and leather- the owners
find satisfaction in making their pet obey.
The puppy was in pain, his eyes glossy as he stared up at his owner with
pleading eyes, begging for release. A ring encircled his aching , pre-
dripping from the tip despite the pressure of the cool metal that held his back. "P-please, master." A tiny moan left his lips as his owner grabbed
his chin, focring him to look up and meet his eyes.
"Please? Please what?" The owner teased with a knowing look in his eyes.
His puppy was it its breaking point and that's exactly what he wanted.
With a smirk, the owner traced his fingers along the rich leather
collar- the only thing that was holding his mutt down.
A somewhat savage snarl burst from the dog's previously begging lips,
his dark eyes glowering. No more. He couldn't take it anymore, "Let me you."
The game was over, the owner could see it. Just before he could undo the leash,
his mutt jumped and pinned him down, teeth nipping at his owner's neck.
"Get off!" Yelped the owner, surprised by the sudden outburst, but the pet
didn't listen. He knew he would be punished for this later, but for now all he
could think of was his master's warmth he would soon be feeling
wrapped around him.
"You've been a bad boy."
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