“Please…stop…I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? No, not yet. But you will be. Now hump.”
“Please…”
“Harder.”
The little hotshot from next door started pumping his hips—sweat dripping off his forehead as he picked up the pace. His bubble butt jiggling with the effort.
“You’ve got a nice ass on you, pup.”
I reached out and started scratching his lower back. He moaned with pleasure, eyes rolling back into his head.
“Oh, he likes that,” I said. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good boy.”
He moaned again. Balls slapping against the toy he couldn’t pull away from. He’d be an obedient one. I could tell.
“No cumming until your master says so.”
“Please…”
“No more talking either. Puppies don’t talk.”
A shock went through him when he opened his mouth to complain, and only dog-like whines came out.
“Keep humping.”
He did. Whining louder now.
“Good boy. Now pant. Pant for your owner. Show him what a horny boy you are.”
The kid-turned-pet stuck out his tongue and arched his back, eyes glazed over in horniness. He was mine.
“No more baseball for you, huh? But if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you chew on my jock later. Would you like that? Huh, Rover?”
He barked loudly. Driving his dick in and out, in and out, like the horny puppy he was.
“Good boy. Now cum.”