The Brick: Chapter 7
A/N: This is another PWP side story that’s unconnected with the main plot, so you can skip if you don’t like the fetishes here.
Disclaimer: This is complete fiction. Any resemblance to other works, or real people is purely coincidental.
Please note, the characters in my stories never wear condoms. This is because the sudden urge to play it safe doesn’t really fit in with the mood I’m trying to create. Do not take this as an endorsement for unprotected sex; please do not bareback without first making yourself aware of all the potential risks that are involved. My characters can’t get STI’s ‘cause I don’t want them too, but the real world doesn’t work that way.
~~~
Warden’s POV
Glad’s tongue was as huge as the rest of him, and lapped at my balls with such force that it almost hurt. I scratched behind his ear with one hand and pounded my cock with the other while I told him what a good dog he was. Glad had been my prisoner for a long while now, and while here he’d grown more than familiar with my cock. All the prisoners knew how to please me in their own way, but he was the only one who could do it with just his mouth, and without me even needing to throat fuck him, though that certainly didn’t stop him from swallowing the whole damn thing down to its base now, nose touching against the metal ring around my cock, that was attached to the full body leather harness, the only thing I was wearing.
This was to be my final session with him, at least while he was my prisoner. A good friend of mine and Glad’s favourite client had finally been convinced to buy him off us for a hefty price, and Glad had been brimming with excitement ever since I told him. I knew that my friend would invite me to the parties he threw for pups as he already did, where I’d be able to play with Glad, but I’d probably never be alone with him and able to do whatever I pleased again. So I planned on making this memorable for the both us. We’d already been playing for ages, with him fetching balls as happily as he always did, and we worked through his pile of toys, from the rope bones to the annoying rubber squeaking things. We’d started wrestling over a pull toy, which inevitably turned to just plain wrestling, which inevitably turned to this.
Glad was the only guy I had ever dominated who was bigger than me, and stronger; he spent most of his time on his hands and knees so sometimes I’d forget, but when we wrestled, I quickly remembered. He managed to get me down to the ground and on top of me with ease, where he’d started licking my face, covering me in his damned slobber before moving down onto my chest, my stomach and then my cock. He wore his full pup gear that his buyer had given him a while back; a full body rubber suit, black with white marks over it like the fur patterns of a real dog. It covered everything but his face and feet. He did have a pup hood, but it was the one part of his gear he neglected, since it just got in the way of ‘more important things’. His head was shaved, and he had sharp, rigid facial features. He wore Padded mitts and knee pads which allowed him to easily move around on his hands and knees, where he spent most of his time.
A rubber buttplug in his ass, sticking out through the zip of his suit, with an end that was shaped like a thin dogs tail, and finally, the most prized part of his gear; a bright red, rubber cock sheathe over his cock, which was shaped like that of a real dogs cock, complete with knot. I was told that it was quite the experience to be fucked by, though I didn’t plan on finding out, and it felt just as real to Glad as fucking a person normally would. It even had a hole in it especially to allow his cum to flow freely. Asides from the rubber suit itself, he rarely removed any of his gear anymore, expect when he absolutely had too. I couldn’t remember the last time I heard him speak normally, since he enjoyed being in pup mode so much.
He moved from my balls back to my shaft and slammed his mouth down onto it, taking the whole thing in – a brilliant sensation that very few people could manage, even if I spent months training them. I moaned my pleasure and put my hands on the back of his head, holding him down on it till I felt him start to gag around it, then finally let him up to breath, before shoving him down again. I couldn’t tell if Glad knew, but this was one of my favourite ways of edging myself; his throat could easily bring me close to cumming, and he could be held down for so long, and go down so many times, that I could spend ages bringing myself close and letting him up for air just before I went over. I did it five or six times in total before I finally stopped. He whimpered when I did, but I wasn’t about to waste my load on his throat, after I’d gone without cumming for two days just for this.
He crawled back up me till our head were level once more and I wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him down to me and forcing my tongue into his mouth as my other arm travelled down underneath him. I took hold of the sheathed cock, gripping it tight and pumping it. It felt weird in my hand, but I’d grown used to that by now. He moaned into my mouth while I pumped him, before breaking the kiss and leaving a trail of soft pecks across my check, down to the side of my jaw, where he bit and chewed, gently worrying my skin with his teeth. I’d learnt some months ago that that’s what he did when he was trying to say that he wanted fucking, which made me laugh. I let go of his cock and moved my hand around to the back, taking hold of his tail and gently pulled on it, then pushed it back, moving the plug within his ass around. He let out his moans that sounded like howls and started biting harder.
Finally, I let go and tapped the side of his ass, getting him to move off me. He bounded with excitement, doing his incredibly loud, realistic bark and started panting, lowering his shoulders to the ground and thrusting his ass into the air for me as I took up position behind him. I rubbed my hands over his rubber covered ass cheeks a few times, admiring their shape, before slapping them both in unison. He let out a whimper that we both new was fake; after the many aspects of pup play, being spanked into subspace was Glad’s favourite thing. I took hold his tail once more and gently pulled on it till it slid out of his ass with a small ‘pop’ and a little howl from his mouth. I placed it on the ground besides us and lined myself up with his ass.
I sunk the head of my cock into his ass without hesitation or resistance from him. I remembered when I first fucked him; he was so damn tight that I made him cry, though he didn’t ask me to stop then any more than he would now. Just like his throat, his ass was one of the few that could take my full size with such ease – the only other prisoner who could was Buck, but he had certain advantages in that area. I could have easily gone straight to base, but it was much more fun to push in slowly, feeling each inch of my cock enter at the right time and hearing Glad’s whimpering, knowing he’d rather I slammed in.
Bringing one of my hands around to his cock, I took hold of it again and began to pump, making his whimpers turn to moans. He pushed up off his hands, lining his back against my stomach and chest – sneakily pushing his ass down the last few inches to base at the same time – and letting me wrap my other arm around him, resting my hand above his heart and holding him against me. Having the fun of slow penetration ruined, I instead switched to the next best thing; thrusting in and out as hard as I could, which was enough to get even him yelping. Pumping his cock harder and harder, I knew his noises well enough to know when was getting close, and stopped whenever he sounded like it, laughing whenever he whimpered at it.
I could feel myself getting sweaty, and could only imagine what it would be like for him inside his suit. I switched to hard, slow thrusts, both in his ass and on his cock, frequent enough to keep him close but not push him over the edge. I kissed him on the neck and he twisted his head round so I could find his lips once more, slipping my tongue into his mouth and clashing with his own. I was getting close, and I had no interest in delaying myself any longer, so I began slamming into him, filling the air with smacks of my body against his ass. With one last slam, my cock surged and I moaned out into his mouth, my orgasm crashing over me.
His moan mixed with mine and he shot his load once I started pumping mine into his ass. Through the haze of my pleasure, I saw that the sheathe really did allow free flowing as his cum coated the floor in front of him. Through all of it, I held him tightly against me, not loosening my grip till every drop had been spilled, but finally, I loosened my grip, letting him go. He dropped back down onto his hands, bucking his hips, pumping my cock with his ass a few more times before I pulled out of him. I picked up his plug, and slipped it back into his ass, knowing he’d soon start whining and whimpering if I didn’t.
I laid back down on the ground, and felt his tongue against my cock and balls once more, tickling me. We laid there for a while afterwards, and played with his toys some more, or wrestled again, or just kissed as he let me pet him. Far too soon though, the time came round for us to finish. He’d need to shower and get his gear ready before the transaction took place, and I’d need to make sure everything was ready for the sale. I’d need to find a new pup, before the clients who came for pup play started complaining, and I wondered to myself if I’d ever find another with the same skill as Glad.
