Page 13 of Naughty November

“Good boy,” I said and reached out to pat him on the head, between his perky leather ears.

Those fucking eyes, staring at me adoringly out of the mask, were going to be my undoing. There was something incredibly alluring about a man in a mask, and this pup hood was something else. I’d not realized how hot it would be to have a half-naked leather-pup at my heel.

I was painfully hard, and it was a relief to fumble at my belt and open my fly. I gave my cock a couple of pulls, maybe showing off a little. I wasn’t above average in length, but I was thick, and I saw thosepuppy eyes go wide. He made a sound low in his throat, and I waved my dick in his face.

“If you’re a very good pup and suck my dick the way I like it, I’ll give you a reward.”

He moved forward, bumping the head of my cock with his ‘nose’.

I guided it into the opening and into his open mouth.

It was a little awkward, but the hoods were designed for this kind of access. Once I was in position, Atticus went to town.

It felt amazing, as it always did, to be sucked off by a submissive man. I gazed down on Atticus, marvelling at the sight of my cock disappearing into the leather muzzle and hearing him slurp and gag on it. He was giving it a hundred percent, and I expected no less.

“Good boy,” I panted. “Good doggy,” I said, breathless and really fucking turned on by this new dynamic. “Now stay still while I fuck your face.”

I cupped the back of his head and shoved my cock down his throat, the sounds he made adding to my arousal. His eyes were closed, fingers gripping his thighs, as I thrust my cock in and out of him.

I was careful, as always, but rough as well, since most men in the kink scene liked it that way. I felt a momentary pang of regret that I couldn’t grab a fistful of Atticus’ hair. Then my gaze locked on his perky little ears.

I wrapped my fingers around one and clutched it, holding him still.

“Oh fuck yes. Oh Jesus. So good.”

I was getting close, and I needed to stop or I’d come down his fucking throat.

“Stop. That’s enough,” I said, letting go and stepping back.

He followed, moved forward, as if to swallow me down again, like he was in a trance. But he settled down on his heels, blinking and gazing at me with that dazed, subby look I knew so well.

Fuck yes. I tucked my cock away, with some difficulty, and did up my pants.

“Over to the bed, Mischief,” I ordered, pointing to where I wanted him.

He crawled over, and I had a good view of his ass as he did.

“Lean over the edge of the bed, with your arms stretched out in front.”

I was breathless and so fucking horny, but I needed to spank that ass. It was begging me.

But when I got there, I couldn’t help touching him in a softer way, enjoying the warmth and smoothness of his skin.

“That was very, very good. I liked that very much. You are such a good puppy, Mischief,” I crooned.

Atticus laid his hooded head on his arm and seemed to drift in subspace as I spoke. But I wanted to wake him up.

“Just because you’ve been a very good boy, that doesn’t mean you couldn’t benefit from a decent spanking,” I said, flicking a finger against his flank.

His head snapped up.

I gave his ass a slap, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing off the walls as Atticus groaned.

The rubber tail started waving again. I’d bet he was feeling that thick rubber plug now.

“Fuck yes. That plug is going to feel fatter than ever while I spank you, Mischief. And you need to be quiet for me. I want you to be silent as I spank you for being a very, fucking, excellent, boy.”

He started to moan and then cut it off, but I could tell he liked the sound of that. He enjoyed hearing me telling him how I was going to treat him.