Page 87 of Never Forget

To answer, I lift one hand and mimic a paw. Chuckling, Naz takes it in his hand and gives a small shake.

“What about ‘roll over’?”

As silly as I feel, I flop over on my back and show him my belly. Instead of turning all the way over, I stay on my back, with my knees and arms pulled up. Naz bends to one knee and puts his hand on my chest, caressing up and down my torso. He scratches the hair between my belly button and cock, making blood surge to the area. My cock goes from half interested and lolling over my thigh to chubbed-up and attentive in seconds.

“Like that, do ya, boy?” He laughs.

Honestly, I have to commend Naz for sticking to the bit. I’m not that good an actor. The moment I noticed Naz hard from the bit of fetch we played, I was eager to get to business.

Naz barely pays attention to my erection, continuing to rub and scratch all around it. Despite the lack of attention where I need it most, my cock jerks and leaks. The first whine I let out is accidental and sounds more like a groan than anything else, but it makes Naz smile, so I try again. I let my voice pitch higher, sounding a little closer to how Naz does when he’s close and begging me to let him come.

His eyes flash. “You’re a needy little pup, aren’t you?” Then his gaze falls to my erection. “I can’t even pretend you’re little. You’re not a pup at all. You’re more like a… A guard dog,” he finishes with a grin. “Bark for me and I might rub you a little lower.”

I let out my closest impression of a rottweiler asking for a treat and pant exaggeratedly. Naz laughs a little, but his hand finally strays to my aching cock. At the first touch of his fingers wrapping around me, my head falls back. It takes everything I have not to plant my feet on the ground and thrust into his grip.

Naz leans over me and spits directly on the head of my cock, spreading it down my shaft to mix with the copious amount of precum. He jerks me with tight, slow strokes that make me feel dizzy. It doesn’t take much to make me desperate to come. His strokes are just enough to drive me mad, but not enough to pull me over the edge.

“You know, I think we’re missing something,” he says mischievously. Then he stands. The whine that escapes me this time is a little too real. “Stay.”

I stay exactly as he told me to, panting as I come down from the torture of being kept on the edge like that, while Naz disappears into the guest room. He’s gone long enough that I wonder if he’s testing me.

Finally he returns, and when I realize what he has in his hands, I groan. I’d almost forgotten about the other accessories.

In one hand, Naz is carrying a butt plug with a long, thin, flexible tail attached to it, and has a small bottle lube in his other hand.

“I chose the second to largest size you had hiding in that bag back there. Is that okay?”

Only for him, I let out a little yip of excitement. That tail is something else. My body heats from a mixture of embarrassment and excitement looking at it. It drove Naz wild to wear one of these, and it drove me wild to watch. Every time he moved or shifted, the tail would wag. The weight and movement kept Naz on edge until I finally pulled it from him to replace it with my cock.

“Heel,” Naz says again. Rolling to my side, I get back up on my hands and knees, settling myself right beside him.

Naz lowers himself again, this time petting across my back and over my ass. Once or twice he lets his fingers skim through the cleft of my ass, making it impossible to relax into his touch. I’m too keyed up, too excited by the prospect of him touching me again.

When Naz’s hand wraps around my hanging cock, I startle. He shushes me and pets me more while gently stroking me, hand wet with lube. With his other hand, he squeezes some lube on the top of my crack. The cold gel drips down my cleft. Naz swipes two fingers through the mess and brings them to my hole, massaging and teasing until I’m pushing back against his fingers with a small whine.

“Shh, that’s a good boy. I’m going to get you nice and ready for your tail. Then you can show me how excited you are to play.”

One finger, then two, breach my entrance, slowly pushing in and out as they press deeper. I groan into the feeling of his fingers stretching and filling me. Heat rushes through my veins, and I give in to the rush of need that feels stronger than my heartbeat right now.

I love having Naz inside me. His fingers, his tongue, his cock. I’m verse, but the dynamic of our sessions often has me topping, which I love. Outside of our sessions, I actually prefer bottoming. I’ve taken Naz’s thick dick plenty of times before, but it’s always ‘topping from the bottom’, where I control every aspect, fucking myself on his dick and telling him how to give me what I want.

This is going to be entirely different, and I’m so here for it, I’m barely holding back the need to blow my load. Which I think Naz knows, and is using against me.

“You know the rules, Scott. You can’t come until I tell you to. This is punishment for all those times you brought me to the edge only to make me hold back.” I groan, loving and hating this game all at once. “Look at these big, full balls,” Naz says, fondling and pulling on them while he continues to stretch my ass. “I can tell how ready you are to empty these big boys.”

What happens next is entirely his fault, and he knows it. Naz crooks his fingers just right while squeezing his fist down my cock like he’s trying to force something out of it. And I can’t help it.

I blow.

All over Naz’s hands and all over the floor. Pulse after pulse of cum splashes everywhere, all while Naz keeps my orgasm going by replacing his fingers with the plug, fucking it in and out of me until I’m trembling and barely able to hold myself up on my hands and knees.

“Such a bad dog,” he admonishes while fitting the base of the plug against my still-pulsing hole. “Just look at this mess.”

Naz stands, tsking as he looks down at me. “What am I going to do with you?”

I have a few ideas. Starting with releasing that snake in his underwear and punishing me with it. His cock is hard, straining and leaking in his tight boxer briefs.

Playfully, I nudge my leather dog snout between his thighs. When he doesn’t scold me, I do it again and am rewarded by the widening of his legs. Groaning, I nuzzle against his heavy balls and wish I could get my mouth on him.