Roommating: An Mpreg Romance, page 6
“Look at you and your tail. Who’s my good boy?” He scratched behind my ear, and I whimpered.
“I bet you’re still so sore.” He squatted down in front of me as I tried to adjust to the plug.
“Hey, buddy, you’ll be okay. Do you want me to take it out? You won’t be a doggo anymore.”
I shook my head and whined. I put my arms on the floor and laid my head on top, keeping my ass up in the air.
“Can you wag your tail for me?” He petted my hair.
I shook my head.
“Do I have to put you in that dog cage over there?” He pointed to the large metal crate across the way.
I clenched my cheeks so my tail would wag.
“Good boy.” He reached down under me and grabbed my cock and balls in his hand, massaging them through the leather. “See, good boys get rewarded.”
I was hard as hell. I thrust my hips and whined.
“Not yet,” he whispered in my ear. “That’s for when we get home.” He smiled and let go, grabbing the leather collar. He put it around my neck and then attached the leash.
“C’mon, boy.”
I stayed put because I knew my ass would hurt more if I began crawling around, but he tugged on my leash, and I obeyed. And with each move, it stung, but the more I moved, something else started to happen—the butt plug met my prostate. I yelped and began panting, my whole body started quaking, and my core tightened as my cock throbbed, so ready to release. He glanced down at me, walking me around the basement. A lot of the pups were walking around on two legs, but Marcus wanted to walk me, so I let him.
“Where did you find this one?” A tall, thin guy asked, wearing what looked like leather lederhosen.
“Stop,” Marcus said.
I did as he said and focused on my breathing, trying to zone out all sensations. Then a hairy guy leading a pup in head-to-toe latex on a leash came over. The pup pawed at me, but I growled. I was too focused on not coming to play.
“Bad, boy,” Marcus said. “He hasn’t started his pup training yet. I better get him away from the others.” He walked me over to where a couple of bean bag chairs were behind a partition. He sat down in one, and I put my hands up on his knees. “You’re not being a good boy.”
I whimpered and thrust my hips.
“Oh, my doggo, I know you want to hump something, but how about we train you some first?”
“Arf. Arf.”
He led me over to a back corner where a small circle of people with pups on leashes stood. He squeezed in, and I stayed on all fours next to him.
“So, you have untrained pups,” a big guy in a black leather vest and pants said.
I arfed, focusing on getting into my pup headspace. Making an arf sound was easier than trying to bark with the gag in my mouth.
I did a search or two of pup play, and a lot of pups said they got into a pup headspace where it was nothing else but being a pup. I liked the idea of letting go, not thinking of anything else, just having fun. My brain had an overthinking problem, so I was generally wound a bit tight, but as I told Marcus, I wanted to get out of my comfort zone, work on my shyness. On fours next to my owner, or handler as some called them, it felt right. By getting out of my comfort zone, I might’ve found a new comfort zone, or perhaps something I simply just enjoyed.
“Be a good boy,” Marcus said after I arfed again.
“A perfect example of a dog needing some obedience training.” The trainer waved his hand at me. “Now, you have to think of rewards and punishments. When your pup listens, does something good, you reward them. It can be as simple as saying good boy or scratching under their chin. Some like to give them little treats.”
A pup next to me growled and wiggled his butt.
“Talk it through with your pup if you want the punishment to be something that hurts or perhaps something you deny them. Lots of people like to use riding crops to whack the pup’s bottoms with, but if you all would like today, I have some rolled-up newspapers.”
Marcus
My pup was being a bad boy. We were working on sit, and he kept walking in circles.
“Sit, boy, sit,” I said, snapping and pointing toward the floor.
“Ruff, ruff,” he said, looking up at me and wagging his tail.
Dear Lord, it was hot as fuck, him in all that gear and thinking about how he had to clench and constrict his muscles to get his tail to wag—I could’ve blown a load right there. But he was mine and needed to listen to me, so when I said sit again and he didn’t obey, I raised the newspaper.
“Are you okay with this being your punishment?”
He nodded, and I hit him on the ass with it. Damn, it was so satisfying.
He bellowed and scrambled away on all fours. I yanked on his leash. He whimpered and stopped and lowered down on all fours to the floor.
“Hey,” I said, squatting down in front of him. “Hey, buddy. If you listen, then I wouldn’t get mad. Are you going to listen to me?”
He whimpered and pawed at my knee.
“Let’s try again. Sit.”
He pushed to all fours. “Ruff.”
“Sit.”
“Ruff.”
“I said, sit.” He disobeyed me again, so I struck his bottom again.
The trainer walked over. “This pup might need some treats. Some positive reinforcement.”
“I don’t have any.”
“Lucky for you, I have some right here. May I take out your pup’s gag?”
I nodded, and he took out Webber’s gag.
He held up a treat. “Sit.”
Webber sat.
“Good, boy.” He put out his palm with a treat in it, and Webber looked up at me and I nodded, so he ate the treat from the trainer’s hand. “See. Now you try. You might also want to give this boy a name.”
He gave me a few of the treats, and we practiced sit a few more times and moved on to heel. When we finished, I took Webber off his leash so he could go play in the mosh of other pups.
***
“Hey, you okay?” I asked Webber. It was a few days after our pup meetup.
He lay on his bed, curled in a ball, holding his stomach. “I don’t feel so good.”
“Oh, damn, I hope you didn’t contract something from those other puppies.”
“I think I did.” He puffed his cheeks out and sat up.
“Oh, God, here.” I grabbed the garbage can and held it out in front of him. He bent over and hurled into it.
He heaved a couple more times and then glanced up at me. “Gross.”
“Hold the can in case you have to barf again and let me get a paper towel so you can wipe your mouth.”
I couldn’t find any paper towels in our room, but I found a stack of napkins from various fast-food restaurants. “Use these, and then I’ll take you down to the bathroom.”
“I barfed.”
“You sure did.”
He wiped his mouth, and I took the can from him. We went down to the bathroom. Our dorm was in one of the older buildings, so we lived total communal style. Once down there, he barfed again. After he rinsed his mouth in the sink, he glanced over at me. “Thanks, Marcus.”
“What for?”
“Being so sweet.”
“Come on. Let’s get you back in bed.”
Chapter Fourteen
Webber
I LAY ON MY BED, FLIPPING THROUGH SOME PICTURES on my camera. Several days had passed since I had gotten sick. I barfed every day since then, but I might’ve gotten better because I hadn’t yakked yet that day.
“Hey, look at this one. You look so happy, so in the moment.” I held out my camera for Marcus to see.
He came across the room and climbed onto my bed, nuzzling up to my side. “You’re so good at capturing time. That was probably just one quick second, but now it will live on forever.”
“Thank you. You make it sound so wonderful when you say it like that.”
“That’s because it is.”
“Look at us in this one. Our selfie game is on point.” On the camera screen was a picture of us with our heads pressed together and smiling.
“We look nice as a couple.”
“We do. Even if you don’t want to admit it, we’re a good match.” Because I knew that he felt it, too. There was something between us. Maybe it started out as practice, but it felt like something more now. Ever since the beginning of the year I was attracted to him, but I pushed the thought away because there was the no fraternization between roommates thing, but then it rose to the surface again after he kissed me.
“I will never admit it,” Marcus said, kissing the corner of my mouth.
“And you expect me to kiss you back now?”
“You don’t have to,” he said, kissing right under my jaw.
He smiled, rolling over me, taking the camera and placing it on top of a small set of shelves near the bed.
“I know we’re a good match with this,” he said, giving me a warm kiss.
“Very good match.”
“And with this.” He palmed my cock.
“Beyond good.” I grew hard at his touch.
“Perfect I’d say.”
“I might have to agree with you on that one.” We kissed again. Our mouths hungry for more—our tongues searching for what came next. Marcus threw his leg over my hip and grabbed a fistful of my hair. He drew in closer to me, wrapping his arms around my neck with our lips pressing together. He ran his tongue over my teeth and bit my bottom lip as our hips moved against each other in a rhythm our bodies seemed familiar with.
“Oh, Marcus.” I tugged on the bottom of his shirt, but he swatted my hand away, which I was okay with because he wanted this one to last, savor the moment, prolong the pleasure of being with me. He ran his hands under my T-shirt and pressed them up my back and down again, then ran his fingertips right under the top of my underwear. His hands explored every inch of me—my ass, inside my upper thighs, over my hardness, and finally, he pulled my T-shirt off as I moaned and writhed around. He sat up and pulled his off too and then went the low-cut briefs and then my boxers. With him naked over me, I began to pant. I wanted Marcus so much.
He situated himself between my legs, so our cocks aligned, and he leaned over me. With his tongue, he drew lines down every inch and curve of my abs. While I held his biceps, I could feel his muscles flex in my grip as he bucked his hips into mine. I tossed my head from side to side, and he intertwined our fingers and held my hands down to the bed, crashing his mouth to mine as we built friction with our rubbing lengths.
“Oh, God, Webber,” he said as he thrust his hips. He bent forward and trailed kisses down my chest. Then, placing his hands on the inside of my thighs, he spread my legs some and pushed them back, licking his tongue over my hole. He twirled it around my entrance and slipped it inside, giving a small thrust or two.
I twisted my hips, so he pressed his hands down on my thighs, and he continued to give my hole attention, licking and kissing until I was totally on edge.
“Marcus, oh, Marcus,” I cried out, everything in me buzzing. “No, pup.” I wanted to be in a ‘me and Marcus making love’ headspace. It might’ve not been that to him, but that’s what it felt like was about to happen.
“Okay.” He gave my inner thighs kisses and kissed his way back up to my mouth.
“Roll over,” he said, already turning me.
I lay on my stomach, and Marcus straddled me from behind, hooking his legs over my thighs, giving me kisses from my neck to my shoulder blades. He ran the heel of his hands down my back and up again, then grabbed the lube from the nightstand. My heart pounded wildly in anticipation.
He lay down on my back and whispered in my ear. “Still practice, so you sure you want this?”
“I want this more than anything. Please, fuck me.”
“Jesus, you’re sexy, Webber.” He sat back up, lubing up, and then spread my cheeks.
I gasped as he tickled my entrance with the tip of his cock and drew it up and down my crease to twirl it around my hole again. Then, ever so gently, he started to push it in.
“Oh,” I said, turning my head and laying it flat on the bed. I felt such pressure as Marcus pushed against my tight hole. He was so much larger than the butt plug. I blew out a few breaths, trying to focus on welcoming him in, which allowed him to drive into me a tad more. We did it once before—we could do it again. He pressed his hands down on my lower back and pushed into me with a bit more force.
I squeaked out little sounds.
“Want me to stop? You’re so tight still,” he said as he rubbed his hands up and down my lower back.
“Oh, no. God, no”
“We’ll take our time. Want me to pull out? Prep you for my big hard cock?”
“Please keep your cock in me.” I swallowed and nodded, gripping the sheets as I stretched around him. “Oh. Oh. Oh, God.”
“Oh, God is right. Jesus, you feel so good, Webber.”
“Please, I want it all.”
“You sure? Maybe we should still take it slow.”
“Give it to me. Now.” I whimpered at the discomfort, but my heart fluttered.
“Relax and get used to me in you. Do you like being full of me? Being so full of my cock?”
I nodded, and he wrapped his hand around my throat and leaned in. I shook at his touch and arched my back into it, forcing his grip tighter. The discomfort in my ass faded as his roughness aroused me more.
“Ready for me to fuck you?”
“Please,” I said in a strangled voice.
He let go of my throat and gripped my shoulders and slowly pulled out a bit and then pushed back in.
“Holy shit, Marcus. Oh, my God. Oh, my God!” I whined as he pulled out and breached me again. He was so damn huge.
“Breathe and relax.”
“I want more. More.”
He moved his hips, light thrusts in and out.
“Webber,” he moaned.
I let out a breath, and he dove farther into my depths, angling up a bit, finding the right spot. He hit my prostate, and I writhed around as pleasure exploded through me. As he lay on my back, he placed his hands over mine, entwining our fingers and holding them to the bed. He pulled out and dove in again, deeper and harder, over and over, hitting the same area.
I threw back my head and twisted my hips. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit.”
He kept up a steady rhythmic pace, massaging the place deep within me and everything grew taut, and I trembled as my muscles seized. I screamed as I reached the apex, whimpering and thrashing around as it exploded through me, with sweat rolling down my forehead and back, loving the feeling of being under the muscular man who dominated over me, holding me down and fucking me. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”
“Not yet,” Marcus said, his voice husky. “Because it feels so good to be so deep in you.”
I bent my back up against Marcus as he thrust harder.
I squirmed, screaming. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck me!”
I panted and pressed the side of my face into the pillow, biting it, taking what Marcus gave me. He was so much to handle, but I loved that bit of burn with all the intense pleasure. He thrust in so deep and held it there, and I fought against his hold on me.
“I can’t take it anymore. Oh, my God, I need to come.”
“Feel it, Webber. Ride the pleasure. Keep it going.”
“Ahhh, fuck, Marcus.”
“That’s what we’re doing.” He let go of my hands and sat up, grabbing my hips, and picking up speed, pounding my hole with his hard cock. I thrashed around and clawed at the sheets, needing to release.
He tugged at my hips some more, raising up my backside a bit, and reached around, grabbing my cock, stroking it.
“Holy. Holy. Holy. Holy.” It was so damn sensitive. “Oh, oh, oh.”
He tightened his grip on my hardness, and I flexed my spine with my hands pressing into the mattress.
He whispered in my ear. “Let me see you come.”
With a grunt and a moan, I released—my come shooting all over the bed.
“Webber!” he screamed as he released in me. After a few heavy breaths, he lowered himself on top of me, his head on my shoulder. I panted beneath him with my eyes closed, lost in what we had done, a temporary state of bliss. He rubbed my cheek with his thumb, and I reached up and grabbed his hand, pulling it toward me, giving the top of it a kiss.
“Can we stay like this forever?” I asked.
“I wish.” After a few more minutes of taking each other in, Marcus sat up, straddling me again. “I’m going to pull out now.”
“Okay.”
At a slow, steady pace, he pulled out and fell on his side next to me.
“Marcus?” I gazed into his eyes as he stroked his fingers across my cheek.
He gave me a crooked grin. “Yes?”
“I don’t think my limbs work.” I wanted to stay there longer with him, every day, every week of the year, all the years of our lives.
“We’ll stay here until they do.”
“I was loud. What if they heard us?”
“Deny, deny, deny, and if it comes down to it, I’ll just say I brought somebody home for a quick fuck.” He pinched my chin and kissed my forehead. “I want to cuddle with my pup.”
I nuzzled him with my head. He got up and came back with the pup supplies. He put the mask on my face, put on my collar, and lubed up the tail.
“This might sting a bit since we went at it pretty well there.”
“Give this pup his tail,” I said, ready to take it.
He slid it in, and I let out a cry and blew out a breath, trying to focus away the burn. He then popped in my gag.
“Oh, my boy.” He slid the harness on me, and I curled up at his side.
I clenched my cheeks, wagging my tail. Our sex and kissing and making each other feel good was supposed to be practice. I wasn’t sure whether our owner/pup relationship was also, but either way, I almost wanted to cry because I was falling in love with Marcus.
Chapter Fifteen
