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“Hey now…” James muttered. “Be careful.”
James held his arm out to his side, steel pipe in the other, holding me back. The radio static emitting from the device in his pocket only screamed louder and louder as we traversed slowly through the hallway.
“J-James?”
I glanced up ahead and watched one of those creatures run into the hallway, though I wasn’t sure if it had noticed us yet. James seemed to see different things than I do, but I guess they appeared as figures in both of our weird worlds here at Silent Hill.
My hands started to shake as I gripped onto his jacket in fear. It wasn’t the first time we were encountering these things but it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. While I was lost in my absence of courage, I hadn’t even noticed that James already attacked the monster and rendered it dead.
His pants and sighs were always a nice sound to hear, but I couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or not, since most of the time it was after he just saved my worthless ass.
“Y-You alright? Don’t let your guard down, there’s usually multiple in the same area. You know that by now, right?”
James’ voice sounded stern with his body standing still and firm to the ground, looking ahead to make sure nothing else turns the corner. After what seemed like forever, we continued to walk along the halls with weapons in our hands. James had found me a baseball bat in someone’s apartment room a few hours earlier, so at least if he wasn’t around, I had some sort of defense against those… things.
A few hours and a puzzle or two had gone by. My feet were aching terribly as were my knees. I took notice of the fatigue in James’ body language and suggested that we take a little while to rest and regain our energy.
“Yeah… Y-Yeah that’s probably a good idea.” He scratched his chin with a small grimace on his face. “Usually, I wouldn’t take one and just let you rest alone, but I’m pretty damn tired myself…”
James reached up and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. It was somewhat awkward, yet also endearing.
I wandered into the next room and whaddya know, it had one of those red weird mirrors on the wall. ‘Perfect place to rest!’ I thought to myself as I led James inside.
“I’ve noticed those creatures refuse to follow us in the rooms with these things nearby, so we should be safe here.” I say as I sit on the floor, staring up at him.
James' eyes widened as he stared back down at me, though I’m not sure why. His face went firm, and he immediately sat down on a chair in the corner. The bags under his eyes were really dark but they weren’t as noticeable as the sweat and grime in his clothes and hair. His fingers were pressed against his temples while I watched him. A yawn escaped from my throat as I climbed onto the couch, running my fingers through my hair and noticing that my hair was in the same state as James’.
As I lie down, I start to doze off to sleep. James appeared to be doing the same, though I’m not entirely sure if he really meant to or not. The day had been full of nothing but monsters, anxiety, and constant states of agony. It was nice to see James finally get a chance to relax after protecting me all the time.
Which honestly makes me feel pathetic. The man is looking for his wife, yet he’s here protecting me with his life on a consistent basis. Why is he protecting me so much? Why can’t I protect him for once? Why can’t I be the brave one and take action instead of relying on a man? Why am I never defending myself? Why can’t I be the strong one? Why am I such a pussy?
Hours must’ve gone by since I fell asleep. I rubbed my eyes but awoke to James not sleeping in the chair.
“James?”
No answer.
“James? James, are you there?”
I call out, sitting up from my position.
“Fuck... fuck fuck fuck!”
I grabbed my bat and ran out frantically into the hallway, desperately searching for him. I knew it was dangerous, but I didn’t care. What was only minutes felt like days. Running in and out of rooms, breaking open doors, opening windows and yelling his name, but to no avail. I couldn’t find him.
I fell to my knees on the floor, a tight feeling gripping my chest. My breath hitched as I felt my heartbeat faster. Trembling, I gripped my sides with sweaty palms and yelled. I screamed, hoping he’d hear me from somewhere, but again he never showed.
I awoke again with my arm swinging out, hitting James on the head with a clunk and gripping my chest, gasping.
“Ow! Hey! Cut that out!”
I look to my right and James is sitting next to me, rubbing where I hit him on the head, glaring at me ever so slightly.
“Oh! S-Sorry… I had a nightmare…”
“Yeah, I could tell. You were shaking and everything. Are you alright?”
James placed a hand on my arm and looked me in the eye. I blushed deeply and nodded gently.
“Y-Yeah… Yeah, I’m okay. Just... in my dream, you and everything else disappeared… I couldn’t find you.”
Tears welled in my eyes as James sighed, sitting next to me.
“I understand your fear, but I can’t always be there to protect you. At some point we might get separated, or you might decide to go off on your own. Things like that can happen at any moment.”
James looked down at me with worry, but I could sense how serious he was behind his eyes. It made me frown more but I understood.
“R-Right… Sorry James…”
“No, it’s alright. No need to be sorry. I mean that.”
I sat up and just stared down at the floor in shame. I didn’t mean to make James feel bad. Like he has to protect me all the time. Like I’m some stupid sad and lonely mutt. A whimper fell out of my mouth, and I instinctively grabbed onto James, hiding my face in his arm.
James was a little surprised, almost jolting his arm back, but I guess my grip was too tight, since he sighed and left his arm there. A few minutes of me grasping his sleeve had gone by before I suddenly felt a tight grip on my sides, which then lifted me into James’ lap. My eyes shot open from surprise. What the hell was going on here?
“You’re like a sad little puppy sometimes.” He chuckled.
Great. Even he made the connection.
I hid my face in his neck in embarrassment, not realizing how inappropriate the position we were in was. I could feel his heart thump harder against his chest as he held me in place, and I could hear a lump swallowed down his throat, too.
“B… But you know what else you are?” James mumbled, digging his nails into my hips.
I winced and frowned a little. His body was shaking, as was his breath.
“J-James… You’re scaring me.”
His nails dug deeper; palms sweaty.
“Y-You’re a stupid… st-stupid, needy whore.”
My eyes shot open yet again from shock. What did he just call me? I tried to sit up to face him, but he pulled me right back down against him.
“A-And you know what good puppies do, right?”
His hands were strong. Big and strong. I couldn’t fight back even if I wanted to.
“They obey their masters.”
James slid his hands right under the hem of my hoodie, while also putting his fingertips under the hem of my pants, pulling me closer against his groin.
“J-James, you’re hurting me!” I exclaimed in a hush.
“Shut up.” He brought his mouth close to my ear, taking the lobe in between his teeth. “You want to follow me around like a lost dog. That makes me your master then, doesn’t it?”
When I refused to answer, James scratched his nails across my skin, which caused me to yelp.
“You answer like a good dog when I talk to you.”
I shook my head, which only made him bite my earlobe, almost piercing it. A sharp gasp shot out of my mouth when he did so, followed by a few whimpers. I wanted to object but for some reason I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth.
“Stupid mutt… Always in the way… Never letting me go on my own…” James muttered, rutting his clothed bulge against my crotch, his words echoing through my skull.
“Always needing to be saved…” He growled, sinking his teeth into my neck.
I yelped yet again at the painful yet unwanted pleasure from his mouth. His breath shuddered as I did so.
“Y-You’re not as helpless as you make yourself out to be, y-y’know. But instead, you decide to get all d-defenseless and f-fucking scared, like you’ve never done something wrong before.”
I gulped softly, whimpering and hiding in his shoulder.
“But you have. I-I’ve seen the way you look at me, y’know. Those little sounds you make when I grab you… The way you stare at my hands… How you prance around, bending over at every little fucking opportunity you can fucking get.”
James was getting out of control now. This definitely wasn’t the same person I was dreaming would come and save me a few minutes ago. And definitely not the man I met a few days ago. Sad thing was, while I wanted to deny it, he was right. I did do those things on purpose, but I didn’t think things would be like this.
“You like it when I touch you, don’t you?”
And yet, while I also wanted to deny this, it would almost be wrong to. Because I was enjoying it. But I was also hating it so fucking much. I didn’t want things to end up being like this. Why like this? Why is James so different all of a sudden?
“C’mon, talk to me, you stupid mutt!”
That strong hand of his slapped me on the ass, causing me to moan and whimper out.
“Fine. You wanna be that way? We can be that way.”
Suddenly his grip moved up to my ribcage, and our positions were flipped. I was pinned down into the sofa while James was on top of me, knee trying to be pressed between my crossed legs.
“Aw, got something to hide? If you think you can hide from me, after all of those fuck ass puzzles I’ve solved… Especially without your fucking help…”
I struggled a little, trying to keep his hand from traveling up my chest.
“You think I can’t tell what you really are…?”
He breathed deeply into my ear, hot and wet. I shut my eyes tight and looked away as he grabbed my hoodie, pulling it up.
“Wait! Wait wait wait! James!”
But it was too late. James saw what I never intended for him to see, at least like this. My chest. While not exactly inappropriate, I didn’t expect for us to get together in this manner.
“Ah… So, I was right then… My pet is just a silly, slutty dog.”
“N-No! Don’t say that!” I cried out.
“How come you’ve been hiding this from me?” James asked, bringing that hot breath of his down to my nipples.
“I-I’m not your dog...” I mumbled.
James still had my hands pinned above my head with his right hand, but his left traveled down to my left nipple while his face moved close to mine. He stared me deep in the eyes. I could tell how he really was not himself right now, but who knew if the side I was used to was really his true self anyway?
“Oh no... you’re more than that, pet. You’re my puppy. And as I said before…” He trailed off, bringing his lips against mine. “Good puppies obey their masters.”
James pressed his mouth into mine yet again, our teeth clacking together. It hurt but it seemed that James didn’t exactly care all that much in the moment. His kiss sent a wave of warmth throughout my body, making me ball my hands into fists as they were held together by his own. Drool started to trail down my cheeks when he slid his tongue into my mouth, though my mouth was so small that his tongue almost completely filled mine. It almost blocked my breathing, but I managed. I was enjoying it too much anyway, even if I wanted to deny it. His knee finally won the fight against my legs since I was starting to become drunk off of his damned drool.
“Now… Let’s see what’s here… I’m curious.” He said between breaths and kisses.
I shook my head in protest, but to no avail. James dug his knee deep against my crotch, but unfortunately for him, I couldn’t feel much between the thick fabric of my sweatpants.
James didn’t seem to like this though. He growled into my mouth and pulled away, saliva dripping from our tongues. He tugged my pants down so fast that I barely had any time to process what he had just done before he repositioned himself back to how he was before. Only this time, James was rubbing my wet areas.
“Isn’t that better…?” He asked gently, moving my hair out of my face.
“J-James please!” I protested.
But of course, that didn’t do anything to make him stop. James just started to nibble at my neck, trailing up and down my collarbone as I tried to buck my hips away from his leg.
“Don’t fight back puppy… I thought you wanted me to hold you like this.” James whispered. “Why else would I see you shiver whenever I touched you before?”
James really wasn’t going to give up and just let me walk away, isn’t he? It was extremely frustrating, but he was so much taller and stronger than me that I knew it would be impossible to escape. My only choices were either let him continue to use me and struggle or give in and make him happy so hopefully this ends faster than he wants it to. I wasn’t exactly sure of my decision yet though…
While I was fighting with myself in my head, James had already pinned my hands down by my waist, biting and kissing down my body. His teeth grazed against my hard nipples, causing a sharp wince to leave my lips. They were so sensitive that even just the feeling of his breath hurt.
“How did I not notice this before…? So sensitive… and cute.” He smiled up at me.
“You’re being such a good puppy for me right now…” James muttered as he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, stroking my cheek in a teasing manner.
“D-Don’t call me that…”
“Oh?” He tilted his head. “Would you rather me insult you again?”
I whined in response. Not because I was objecting, but because I couldn’t tell if I would like it just as much (even though I was denying that right now) or even more.
“I was trying to be nice again, like I’ve been to you this whole time… Don’t make me mad again.” James replied, sternly.
A lump swelled in my throat as he spoke. It was almost as if I was actually scared. Was I? Or was I just enjoying this so much that I’m gaslighting myself into believing that I hate it?
His head started kissing my tummy now, very slowly but surely going down between my legs. I pushed my hips down into the couch, trying to avoid his mouth but of course that doesn’t work either. After all, he’s so much stronger than me. Masters are supposed to have control over their pets. Right?
“You’re so cute down here... throbbing and wet… fuck.”
James put one hand on my waist to hold me still as he put me in his mouth. I immediately jolted up and inhaled sharply. I was so sensitive that I could barely contain myself. Little whines and moans traveled out into the open while I tried to stay still so as to not piss off James. His tongue swirled around me while he closed his eyes, savoring the taste.
My back arched when he glided down my entrance, licking up whatever juices I leaked. Compared to how drunk I was off his saliva earlier; he seemed even more drunk off the taste of me. Our eyes met up with each other at some point, which just caused him to start sucking on me, shutting his eyes again as he did so. I could barely handle whatever he was doing to me and I sure as hell couldn’t handle his strength. My wrists were finally free, but now my body is locked in place AGAIN.
I gripped his hair as he continued to lick my most sensitive areas, bucking my hips up back into his mouth. Mixed moans between both James and I filled the room. He didn’t care about having dominance over me at this exact moment (at least I think, since his hands were still gripping my waist) but he still wanted control. I gripped his hair harder, which pulled out a small grunt. Every time I thrusted back up into his mouth, his sounds got louder, or he would start chuckling, then begin using his mouth on me faster. Either way it got a reaction out of me.
“Mm… (Y/N)… fuck…”
James finally pulled off, leaving me cold, wet and trembling. Shaky breaths and moans were the only sounds I could manage to make while he looked me over. His gaze was strong like his grip, but not as hard as the bulge in his weathered jeans.
“S-Sit up. C’mon sit up.” He urged me, undoing his belt, button and then his zipper.
While I didn’t want to make James upset, I was way too weak to move. My legs were a trembling mess, and his drool still dripped down my crotch. I could barely think straight as well, which didn’t help at all.
“C’mon!”
He growled, noticing I was too weak and helpless.
“Fine. Fine. You don’t wanna listen? I’ll be mean again. I’ll be mean to you like a stupid whore like you fucking deserves.”
James flipped me over onto my stomach, sitting down on my legs so I couldn’t get up or crawl away.
“J-James! St-Stop!” I cried out.
“No!” He snapped his belt in his hands. “You wanna be a fucking bitch, you can get treated like one. Stupid slutty dog.”
I choked on my own moans when I felt the whack of his thick leather belt smacking against my ass. He did it a few more times, each time harder than before. My ass cheeks were already so red, and my head was pounding.
“James! James, stop! It hurts! Y-You’re hurting m-ah!”
My moan got interrupted by another hit, pushing a loud groan of pain out from my vocal cords. Tears had begun to stream down my face.
“Is puppy in pain? Does my slutty little mutt want me to stop?” He laughed out with a grunt, launching himself onto my back and gripping my face, speaking to me in a mocking tone.
“Is that it? Does my stupid pet want me to stop putting red welts on them? Huh? You want Master to stop fucking spanking you?”
I nodded, sobbing and slobbering on his fingers as he trailed them across my lips. I begged with whimpers and whines until I felt his grip on my throat, which choked a gag out of me. His hard throbbing cock was pushing against my sore bottom, sliding up against my entrance every time he lifted himself up too high.
I continued to whimper as he choked me, his nails almost digging into my throat. It hurt so bad. I really didn’t want it, but part of me loved the fact that I didn’t want it. If that makes any sense.
After James was done rubbing his tip up and down my body, he sat back up, smacking my ass with his hand one more time before gripping it firmly.
“Now, are you going to sit up like a good doggy for me?” He asked, back to his normal gentle tone.
I tried my best to sit myself up, but always ended up failing. After a few tries, I held my arms out, whining, begging for him to help me
.
“Is my puppy having trouble? Poor thing.” He whispered, placing his hand in my cheek and resting his forehead to mine. He panted softly as he shut his eyes, resting for a second before continuing to speak.
“Can my doggy say please?” James asked.
I nodded, being obedient for once. I managed to somehow get it out between all the little cries and pants.
“Pl-Please… please help me up.”
James smirked and kissed my face.
“Good dog.”
James patted me on the head then scratched behind my ear, like I was truly a dog. His hand traveled to the back of my head, pulling me up. I grunted from the pain, but it was tolerable. It was my ass that hurt more than anything.
“N-Now… I hope you know what to do now. I did the same for you, didn’t I?”
My heart skipped a beat as I remembered why he had wanted me to sit up in the first place. I gulped down my anxiety and placed my shaky hands on his hips. He proceeded to sit down, relaxing back into the sofa as I proceeded to make myself lie down on my stomach, grabbing at his throbbing cock.
It had been a while since I even had the chance to do something like this, so I was obviously nervous. James egged me on gently with a little ruffle to my hair. It made me smile subconsciously.
James seemed to have noticed, appearing to make a mental note of that for later. His fingers ran through my hair, gripping the back of my head again.
“I’m gonna get mean again if you don’t get on with it you know.”
I took a deep breath, trying not to be too scared of what James might do. I opened my mouth slightly and placed the head on my tongue, licking it gently like a puppy to tease him a little. It managed to make James chuckle a bit but nothing more. I gripped the base of his dick tighter and wrapped my lips around him, swirling my tongue on it just like he had done to me just before. His cock tasted a little salty from us not being able to shower for the past few days, but it was surprisingly clean of any grime and dirt at least.
I ran my wet lips up and down the shaft, pulling a few moans from James. Sliding my tongue from his balls up to his tip, pressing my tongue against his urethra. He seemed to really like that, as he threw his head back almost immediately after. James’ breathing got heavier as time went on. My mouth slobbering all over his member, licking up anything that leaks out of his cock. This was my job, right? To be a good dog? Be a well-behaved puppy? This is what good pups do don’t they? Clean up messes and make their masters happy. That’s what I’m meant to do right now. I’m meant to please my Master. My Master James.
James Sunderland.
I pressed his cock down my throat, gagging softly but managing. The longer I deepthroated him, the more sounds he made and the more he shook. James wouldn’t admit it at the moment, but he was extremely sensitive it seems. Before I knew it, James muttered a little “fuck it” before grabbed my hair with both hands.
“Sorry pup… I-I just can’t help myself…”
Suddenly my head started moving on its own. Gags followed by coughs and moans only made James grunt and go faster. His breathy, almost girl sounding like sounds filled my brain. Fuck. I was falling down that trance like I was before.
“N..Ngh... fuck. Your mouth i-is so good…”
Hearing that made my heart skip a beat. Tears fell down my blushing cheeks as James continued to fuck my face. His left arm went over his eyes, like he was hiding himself from the shame of being sexual with another person besides his presumably dead wife.
I could barely breathe. I felt like I was going to vomit from how much he was hitting the back of my throat. James took notice and lifted me up for a few seconds, letting me catch my breath. He stroked my face softly, catching his breath as well.
“Alright, let’s get back to what we were doing now. Hm?”
James chuckled before pushing my head back down on his cock, pools of saliva dripping down from the sides. His trimmed hair scratched my nose every time he held my head down.
“I-I can’t tell if I want to c-cum in your mouth or wait… ugh.”
I could barely even understand him from how dizzy I was becoming. My mind was going blank. All I could think was “Make him feel good”, “Be a good dog”, stupid things of the like. Because that’s all I’m meant to be, isn’t it? A good dog? A dog who takes care of their Master and his needs? Who lets Master touch him whenever he wants? Who doesn’t say no? Who shows off their body when asked? Who sucks on Master’s dick until he explodes in his puppy’s mouth?
“Puppies are supposed to swallow y-y’know... hehe.”
Yes. Of course. Puppies clean up messes they make. They eat their treats like a good pet. Pets obey. Pets follow orders. Dogs make people feel good, so I have to make Master feel good by cleaning up the mess he makes in my mouth. God I’m so fucking stupid, thinking like this, but I don’t care. Maybe James was right. Maybe I am a whore. Maybe I am a stupid slut. Maybe I am a dumb sex crazed mutt who just wanted him to bend me over every fucking counter, bed or desk we encountered and pound my body until I was a shivering, shaking, fucking mess. That’s what I wanted. Yes, yes, of course. I’m a good puppy and I’ll make Master happy by swallowing his load when he’s ready. That’s what I’ll do.
James was just full on thrusting into my throat now. He was sitting up more now, moving his hips with his moans.
“I-I’d prepare m-myself if I were you…”
He grunted a few more times before finally pushing himself as far as he could, groaning loudly and whining a little as he released himself down my throat. Yes! Yes finally! He did it! I made my Master happy! More tears streamed down my face from the gagging, but I was also oh so happy that I couldn’t help myself. It was so embarrassing but the only thing fogging my mind right now is just to be a good dog for my master James.
I forcibly swallowed all of James’ mess, even though I wanted to anyways. He stayed in my throat for a second longer just to be sure I did, then pulled out. Strings of saliva kept my mouth connected to his cock until I started coughing like a motherfucker. My chest hurt so I hit it a few times before turning and spitting some blobs of drool on the ground to keep myself from choking more.
“Let me see that pretty mouth dear… Please?”
Lip quivering, I still managed to open up my jaw for James. He peered inside, making sure I truly got everything, then proceeded to spit in my mouth. I was a little disgusted at first, but swallowed without protest, knowing that he would ask me to do so anyways.
“Oh my, what a good puppy!” He laughed softly while ruffling my hair, smirking. “I didn’t even have to ask.”
I panted and stared back at him; my weird dog headspace now somewhat gone since I’ve had a moment to really sit. James held me close, pulling me into his embrace.
“You were such a well-behaved dog… I can’t believe how good you were…”
He stroked my cheek with his thumb, clasping my face in his hand as he cradled me in his arms, placing small kisses on my head. It felt so nice… I almost wanted to fall asleep.
That is until he whispered, “We’re not done just yet, pet.”
“Wh-What?” I stammered.
“I said we’re not done, pup…” He mumbled a little louder, bringing his hand in between my thighs slowly.
“J-James st-stop! I’m so sensitive I- ghn!”
But of course, as he was earlier, James didn’t listen. Instead, he placed one of those big strong hands of his on my mouth while proceeding to touch me again. My muffled moans poured out the sides of his hand as he rubbed the head of my privates.
“You drooled all over yourself…It’s perfect lube y’know…”
He removed his hand over my mouth but instead placed his fingers inside. He wiggled the two fingers that were between my lips as a way of telling me to do something with them. I sucked on them gingerly, making sure to make them as wet as possible for him.
“Mm… good puppy.” James muttered, kissing the top of my head again.
Fuck. Fuck he’s calling me that again. He’s gonna make me go stupid. Shit.
“That’s it… You’re doing such a good job for me right now, pet.”
My brain started going foggy again while intertwining my tongue between his fingers. They tasted so good. So good that I went ahead and bobbed my head on them just like I had done earlier, just not with his hand.
Maybe James was right. Maybe I really am a whore. This started out as James being angry at me and trying to take advantage of me; but now here I am, making out with his fingers while he teases all of my sensitive spots. Who else would allow a man they had only met a few days ago fuck their throat but a slut? No one sane would be allowing this to happen. Thing is, I really don’t like it, but the fact that I don’t like it is making me like it.
Normal people don’t allow men to rape them. Normal people don’t let people sit there and molest them. Normal people don’t want a man who they barely know to bend them over and smack their ass with their belts until they’re almost bleeding. Normal people don’t sit here and allow a man to make them go fucking braindead just by calling them a good pup.
But I guess I’m not normal people. I’m a stupid whore just like James said. Even if I sit here and deny it like I probably will once he fucks me, it’s true. I’m just a cum craved slutty puppy. I’m anything James wants me to be. I’ll be anything he wants. I’ll do whatever he wants. Because even though my body will probably put up a fight, I’ll give in at some point. I know I will.
Because I’m just a whore.
Once I shook myself back into the present, completely forgetting most of what I said to myself, I noticed James had already placed his fingers inside me. He was fucking my face again, just with his hand this time. I struggled a little before I heard him growl, which instantly made me let out a whimper.
“You were being so good… don’t mess it up now.” James grunted, shoving another finger in my mouth.
I just choked and tried turning my head away. His fingers flew out of my mouth, causing spit to fly everywhere and his thumb to scratch my thigh as he thrusted his other hand inside me further. The coughing wouldn’t stop as James slapped me across the face, pinning me to the ground. My face was pushed into the floor while my knees held up my ass.
James’ breath was heaving. He did not seem happy. Shit.
“One second you’re a good little dog for me…” His brow furrowed as I looked back.
“And… And the next…” James spat onto my entrance, his cock rubbing against it.
“The next you’re just a st-stupid bitch!” He growled, pushing the head of his dick inside me, causing me to bite my thumb so as to not make any noise.
I was very lucky James had lubed me up earlier while I was barely conscious, otherwise he probably would’ve torn me in two. He started thrusting, going at a steady pace that wasn’t too much for him. My body trembled as I tried to crawl away, pleading for him to stop. I don’t know why I was begging for him to stop. I knew he wasn’t going to listen.
James grabbed my waist and pulled me back in, spanking me once more.
“No! Bad dog! You wanna act like a fucking piece of shit, I’ll treat you like one!”
James then proceeded to spit on his cock, lubing himself up more so he can fuck me harder. I hated to admit it, but he did feel really fucking good. Even so, I just kept fighting. If I pulled away, he’d pull me back in and just fuck me deeper. If I protested, James would dig his nails into my hips or spank my ass. Every time I tried to not make noise, he would just bend over and bite me.
Which is exactly what he was doing to me right now. Our waists connected, one hand holding my head up and the other still clawing at my body. His hot breath on my neck while his teeth sunk deep into them. It felt like James was piercing through my skin. It hurt so fucking bad, but it always made me whine and moan like a dumb puppy. Like James’ dumb puppy… because that’s what I am, right?
James laughed while he continued to pound me and bite me. Its like he enjoyed hurting me. The pain in my neck was so strong that I had almost completely forgotten that his nails were also deep in my skin until he dragged them down my ass to my thigh. He gingerly sucked on my neck as he slowed down a bit, giving his hips a bit of a rest but also to focus more on what he was saying to me.
“You fight back… yet you also act like you enjoy it.”
James licked all the way up from the multitude of hickies on my neck and shoulder to my ear. His hot breath felt cold against my wet skin, which made me shiver.
“I’m deep inside you, and y-you keep making noises like it feels good…” He says, starting to go harder again.
“So why? Why’re you fighting back?” He growled.
I mumbled something incoherent. I wasn’t sure what to say or do. I just kept moaning louder and louder as he thrusted his cock inside me. What was I supposed to do? I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. The only thing I know is that James is upset with me and that maybe I need to be a good puppy before I really regret it, as James would probably put it.
Yet still, my body struggled against his, even if it was a lot weaker than before. I don’t know why I keep fighting. Why? Why do I keep trying to shove him off of me? Why am I trying to keep him from doing this to me? He was right earlier. Just as I said before, I would bend over on purpose in front of him, even if I didn’t realize it. I would whimper or blush every time he grabbed my wrist to pull me away from whatever creature (usually those stupid fucking roach things) passed by. I would become weak whenever he spoke to me too nicely, or whenever he would help me up after I tripped over something stupid. He would lend me his jacket when I kept complaining that I was too cold, which would then make him too cold. When he gets cold, he makes a ton of little grumbles and sounds, which I enjoyed so much that I’d hold his jacket a bit longer than I really needed just to hear them. When I was stretching, I would arch my back a bit more than intended, praying he would stare. And whenever he would, I’d notice him turn his head away in shame, pretending nothing happened even though his eyes are still wide, and his face was redder than a cherry.
“Stupid fucking slut… this is what you get for being i-in my way all the fucking time…” James groaned out, moving faster.
I shook my head in denial. My eyes were shut tight, and I swallowed my drool once he got closer to my face, grinning wide, panting heavily on my cheek.
“Wh-What’s the matter? All this time you keep switching b-between wanting me and hating me. Wh-Which is it?!” He snarled.
I still didn’t have an answer for him.
James didn’t like that. He scratched me again before smacking my thigh, going balls deep inside me. It felt amazing. I could barely handle it. The warmth of our bodies smushed so close together. His face pressed to mine. His teeth marks still burning my neck. Spit trailing down and out of the corner of my mouth to the floor. Dried tears on my clothes. Hair moving in and out of my face as he clasps my throat. Our juices making our skin wet with sounds of hormonal ecstasy filling the room.
I couldn’t take it anymore. My body was convulsing as a wave of intense warmth released all of the pressure from down beneath me. My moans got out of control, mixed along with my whimpers and pants. My tongue lopped out of the side of my mouth from the amount of exhaustion I had just experienced. It appeared that that didn’t matter to James though, as he kept fucking me at the same pace, only he was groaning louder once I came all over his member.
I could feel James throbbing inside of my tight, wet body. He seemed to be enjoying himself; hurting me while he fucked me. Making me feel worthless and useless. Like I wasn’t anything but a toy for him to use. A little plaything only meant for his sexual pleasure. Right now, I wasn’t a person to him, was I? I was just a dumb little slutty fuck doll.
“I-I’m gonna cum too, c-can’t you tell?” He cackled, my sounds only getting whinier and more pathetic.
James bit at my ear, licking the edges softly before whispering to me.
“I’m gonna cum inside you. Would you like that, pup?” He smiled. “You wanna try being a good puppy again for me?”
For some reason, I was nodding. Yes. Yes, yes! Please! Let me be a good dog! Let me be a good puppy for you, Master! I need to be. I have to be. It’s my only purpose right now. It’s the only reason I was summoned to this godforsaken place, wasn’t it? This is why I’m here? To be a really good pupslut for you, James?
If so, then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll be a well behaved cumwhore for you Master James. I’ll let you fuck me until your heart’s content. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, Sir.
I started barking. Loud, too. I ruffed and barked like such a good puppy for my Master. I yipped out while pushing my hips back against his, only adding to the pressure, making the both of us feel even better.
“Good dog! Good dog… good dog…” He trailed off, fucking me even sloppier than before.
James rubbed his face against mine, leaving small kisses. His stubble was scratchy, but it was endearing. I didn’t care what my Master did to me right now, I loved it either way. I loved feeling his skin against mine. I didn’t care how it was done.
“I-I’m gonna fill you… fill you up with pups… you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” James snickered.
Nodding profusely, I whined even louder. I lapped my tongue back out, drool and all, panting for more. I needed it. I needed it now. I needed it so bad. So, fucking bad. All I was saying in my head was, “Please James. Please cum inside me. Inside me James. Fill me! Fill me up with your load and make me your stupid breeding slut. Please please please.”
Whenever I could manage to mutter out a word or two that’s all they were. “Please” or “James.” It drove me crazy, the feeling of him moving in and out of me. My body started trembling more as he got closer to finishing.
“I just wanna hear you say it... Just once... Please, pup…” He pleaded.
I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant with how foggy my mind was, given my current state, so I just said his name louder.
“James… J-James…!”
He chuckled, smirking softly.
“Th-That’s cute, dear… B-But I mean something else… ngh…”
Something else? But what else could he mean?
“Pl-Please… Please, James!” I pleaded.
James gave me a reassuring smile.
“That’s better, pup. G-Go on, a-a little more…”
More? More!? What else could I say? I can barely fucking think and he wants more!? What the hell!?
No. No stop. Stop it. Stop thinking like that. I need to be a good dog. I need to be a good slut for my Master. A good puppy. A good puppy gets filled. Filled with cum. A good puppy gets fucked until they can’t handle it anymore. A good puppy lets their Master breed them until they’re nothing but a filled, stupid fucking braindead mess that craves nothing but their master’s hard, throbbing cock.
That’s it. Wait, that's it. That’s what he wants. Master wants to fill me, but he wants to hear me say it. He wants me to tell him how much I want him. How much I crave him. How much I need him. Need him to breed me. Need him to fill me up with his thick load of puppies.
And that’s exactly what I said. I told him everything. Everything I felt. How I need his cock to fill me up. How I want his semen to fill me to the brim until it pours down my legs. How I want him to fuck me harder and really turn me into his cum filled slutty puppy. That I need him to breed me and make me pregnant, even if somehow it’s not possible, whether that’s due to my anatomy or a medication I take, or whatever I don’t fucking care. Hell, I don’t even remember if I do take meds or if I can even get pregnant. I don’t know and I don’t fucking care.
I was rambling incoherent nonsense at this point, which satisfied James enough. He gave me a few more final thrusts before turning my head, sliding his tongue inside my mouth while we came together.
Our pants and echoing heartbeats replaced the sounds of our moans and groans that were in the room just a second ago. I was barely awake at this point, dozing off just as how we were. James chuckled softly, slowly pulling out of me, making sure not to hurt both of us.
With a groan from the both of us, he slid out of me quite easily. I was a quivering, wet, sticky mess who fell to the ground right when he got off of me. James seemed to enjoy the sight of me like this, as he just stood there on his knees, watching me, legs shaking just about as bad as mine were.
Alas though, he didn’t stay like that for long. He fell to the floor right next to me, staring at me with half-lidded eyes. He reached his arm down into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief. James proceeded to clean me to the best of his abilities before throwing it across the room and pulling me into his embrace.
“I-I’m sorry… I’m sorry I don’t know what I was d-doing… I-I’m sorry (Y/N)…”
I, admittingly, very tiredly, shook my head no, pulling myself closer into his arms.
“I-It’s okay… I-I enjoy…” I trailed off before dozing back to sleep, unable to finish my sentence.
James chuckled quietly, putting a few more kisses on my face, then once more on my forehead.
“It’s okay, I understand what you mean.” He whispered gently, brushing my hair out of my face before placing one last peck on my lips.
“You were such a good dog.”