#i actually felt guilty like noo...my ouppy

[deceptivelydex]

Tumblr fame isn't exactly something that people flaunt, and hell it's one of the harder things to obtain. Though once you have it?- you become known around the internet pretty easily. Reposts to twitter and Instagram, people know your blog name. They'll know your face. If you post it that is;at times having you face online isn't exactly the smartest though.

I fumble my keys trying to get in my car, it's far too cold, and I didn't dress accordingly. It's 7pm, getting dark and the street is unnervingly empty. Once my car door clicks open, god bless this 80s fucking car, a startling noise is made.

A sort of awkward yelp, followed by "dexcel?- from Tumblr?"

I slowly turn on my heel. "Oh my god it is"

He's tall, tall well built. Arms defined and his body just made so well. He had the prettiest face, this guy knew my goddamn blog? He looks at me with big puppy eyes, tapping his foot almost at the tempo a tail would wag. He radiated some doggish energy. My mind already racing, sizing him up. Could I take him?- no. Could I easily win.

"Hello- uhm. Haha. You are?"

Flexing my hand. Fingers inching towards my pocket.

"Quinn, I'm Quinn- I fucking love your stuff-"

"I'm very flattered" I cut him off. I'm too distracted. He's not exactly bundled up either. Long sleeve shirt and jeans. His glasses are tucked into the collar of his shirt, so it pulls it down just enough to get a glimpse of his collar bones. He's got a literal dog's tag on a necklace chain, it says his name. This guy really was my peak demographic. Too hot for that though. Doesn't look the part of a degenerate.

"I watch all your streams— Dude, could you like sign my arm or something?"

"Hah- I can do you one better. Sign your ass?"

He kind of shrinks back and lets out a breathy noise, reluctant to respond

"Chill, man. I was kidding"

He tilts his head at my flat tone, forcing out a chuckle. So much for having an easy lay. You'd think some weirdo who's a fan, reads my blog, AND watches my stream would be an easy lay.

"Uhm-" he tilts his head the other way. Real puppyboy shit.

"C'mere. Give me your arm" I slowly pull my hand out my pocket, something tight in it. The other wraps tightly around his arm. I pull him in and give him a nasty punch straight to the side of his face. Before I can even pull back. He's yelling and reaching out to grab whatever part of me he can. He didn't even pull back. What the hell is his issue.

"Christ! Jesus just- ack!"

He grabs at the side of my neck, nails sinking into it- and I almost get riled up over that.

"You read my blog bitch! You think this bothers me?" I lean into his hand through my strangled words. Reaching both my hands towards his hair, immediately he pulls back to try and stop me. But once I've got a good grip, I put all my weight on one leg and move a hand to lay further on the back of his head. There's a loud crack when I slam his face into the side of my car.

I stand there to revel in my win. Laughing and rubbing over my neck, where he broke skin.

'Holy fucking shit.'

I step away to sort of asses evrything, scanning the area. No one. God- it's like this was meant to be- fucking no one is here.

And he seemed to be out pretty good. He'll definitely be in some nasty pain if he wakes up, i can help this if I take him home. Yeah, yeah ok. I reach down and hoist him up by his arms, propping him up onto the car so I can decently throw him over my shoulder. He's real light and I can feel muscle and bone against mine.

I struggle to open the passengers front door, but I do, and I basically cram him in there. Trying to set him up in a way that looks like he's just napping. This was risky shit I was pulling, but I guess he didn't consider that all my necro incel disgusting shit was genuine. There was blood on his face trailing from his nose, jesus this guy can fucking bleed. The door slams and I awkwardly shimmy to my side, getting in and letting out a shaky deep breath.

I never thought I'd act on my Fantasy, I'd always say I was anti-contact, that if I never acted on it then my weird kinks were fine. It just seemed so easy.

The drive home was short, anxiety inducing, the kind that makes me want to hurl. But there was also heat building up in my stomach, a nasty wetness pooling up in my boxers. Uncomfortable and putrid. I was fucking nasty.

It's all a goddamn blur, carrying him inside, pacing around. Closing the blinds, locking and chaining the door. Looking through drawers for rope. Grabbing pocket knives. Checking on him every few minutes. Throwing my pants off cause they're too tight. Feeling over his body. Looking through the drawers again. A collar i never used. Clipping it on him. Real leather. Taking my shirt off cause it's too hot. Will he think my scars are gross? You beat his face in a kidnapped him. Irrelevant. He reads about this on tumblr. It can't be that much of a turn off when he wakes. Touche. Do you know how stressful this is? He twitched. God. Ok.

He curls up to the side, letting out a groan and scrunching his face up "augh- ohh. Oh" his voice pitches up. "Ow- that fucking hurts" when he opens his eyes, we just stare. Then it hits him.

"Oh fuck- fuck what the hell. What the hell. You- no. No no- did you fucking-"

"Shut up! Shut up. Yes, are you dense? That's a stupid question to ask me. ME"

There's almost a disconnect between me and what I want to say. But I'm so frustrated and pent up. "Come on. Just. Let me do this- let me have this and you'll be fine. Ok?"

I step around the couch, grabbing my largest pocket knife off the coffee table. Ones of thos length are pretty illegal to take out. I never thought id be able to use it.

"No- no fuck no what is your issue. You're fucking insane. You're. You're a degenerate! A nasty piece of shit you're- good god"

He isn't sure whether to fight or give in, I can just imagine his tail tucked and ears pinned back. And he fucking whines. And I sweat. Hand so tightly wrapped around this goddamn knife. Blood flow straight to my dick, can't even fucking think.

"You'll take it"

"Whh-at?" His voice shakes

"You'll take it, it's what good puppies do" all that tumblr posting did me good. Cause he shifts, and it does something. He shakes his head

"No.." but I can see it.

I walk over and wave the blade Infront of him, using my free hand to unbuckle his belt. With a bit of struggle. "Don't fucking move, you do dumb shit you get what you ask for yeah?"

This time he nods. I yank his pants down and he winces, belt digging into his legs. I'm greeted with scars, scars and shaky thighs.

"You're really pretty. So gorgeous"

"Mfhmm"

"I thought you said no. About this"

I place the tip of my blade right against his buldge. I can tell he's big. But I don't take, it's irrelevant.

"Nasty mutt getting excited over his life being in actual fucking danger. That's sick you know? I mean it's expected for ME to be hard. But you? Some poor guy I napped?"

He whimpers and his legs twitch up, like he's humping into it.

"Yeah- yeahh. That's what I thought."

I crawl over, just in boxers myself, and spread his legs, slotting myself between them. Hardons and fabric separating us

"We'll start slow. I'll enjoy you alive, for now"

I lean to the side and claw at the rope til i can grab it, and i coo at him 'stay still' 'so good' 'it'll be done quick'. His wrists are tightly bound together. He's breathing hard and humping against me. He's so scared, i know he is, but he's desperate too.

"Oh- oh fuck yes. Good boy. Goood boy hahh"

We start moving, really moving. He's wrapping his legs around me, trembling as i trace my knife up and down his abdomen.

"Quinn was it? Yeah- good boy Quinn. Such a good pup"

He leans his head back and lets out a low "ohh". Almost embarrassed sounding, sort of muffled. He's bucking his hips like he just needs more, he can't wait.

"So impatient- fuck. Ahhah. God. I'm sure it'd feel better inside you-"

He squirms "no- no no I'm - not gay"

"Shh, that doesn't fucking matter now does it"

I push my blade into the top of his abdomen and drag it down. With just enough force to get a good open gash. Nothing too serious. He starts to shout but I shoot my hand up and cover his mouth.

"Shh shhh. Shh. Don't do that. You'll make me feel bad. Shhh. I know it hurts. But you'll take my dick and forget all about it"

He whines and his eyes well up, he blinks them away but they just trail down the sides of his face. I leave my blade on his tummy, his hands are tied anyways. I pull his boxers off, completely disregarding his cock. As big as it is. I can always put it to use later. Just pray he gets death's erection. I laugh out loud, he just gazes at me, all out of it.

I pull my boxers off next. I'm a little smaller, actually quite a bit smaller. It's embarrassing. I scoff and knee him in the thigh, he yips.

I make up for it in girth.

I push his legs up and look down, spitting on my dick and pumping it a few times.

"You'll be good yeah?"

He just groans and leans his head to the side.

Before he knows it, I'm pushing myself in and he's completely tense. It's a fucking strugle, he's so damn tight and he's thrashing and I'm trying to hold his legs.

"Jesus fuck dude!"

I lean forward and shove it all in, grabbing at his collar and punching him much gentler than i did before, but still enough to hurt. "Fuck! Fuck I'm sorry im sorry please" he starts to cry like a bitch. Crying doesn't do shit when this is the situation.

"You're so fucking disobedient. But so fucking sexy"

He's clenched around me, I'm already leaking onto him and making a mess. When I start moving, he gets antsy again. Whining and moaning and making stupid noises that are getting on my nerves. I try to put all my weight on him, he keeps on going. "Fuck- nghg- shut up. God. Ahh. Agh god. You're so tight. So small under me. Can you just. Mgh. Just let me have this"

He shoves his fists up against my sternum, trying to get me off. I grunt and push his head down. It lays flush against my couch. My thrusting getting messier.

"Fuck you. I mean- what happened to big fan huh? Huh? Fucking nasty annoying no good bitch. Can you just. God!"

It gets to a point, and my breaking point is when he winds his leg back and tries to kick me off. I'd be lying if i said the fighting back wasn't hot. But a guy needs to get off.

"No- no fuck you"

"Wa-it" he sobs, choking on spit and tears. He basically has snot running down his face.

"You had this fucking coming"

I grab the pocket knife and hold it as tight as i can, blade sticking out by my pinky. I reel back and he's kicking and crying and throwing his arms up. Scared and puppy eyed. His whines like a real dog. And to me that's what he is. Giving him the ol yeller. I'm the rabid wolf, gave him these nasty fantasies that sound so good in concept. Now I have to take him out to make sure no one else has him.

I go for his neck. Aim for the jugular, in all movies, books, media. Always aim for the jugular. Though that's not all true. You really aim for the cartoid artery. That doesn't sound as good though. The knife sinks in and it's euphoric. And he's fucking screaming. And It doesn't even really process. There's ringing in my ears and I'm picking up with my hips. And he's so shocked and it hurts so bad. He's wide eyed with tears and snot and drool and spit. "Ff-uck. Fuck" he's coughing and he can't even reach a hand to cover his neck "fuck- pl-ease . No. Ple-ase get help" i pull it out. Wind up again. "Call someone pllease i-" another wound right next to it.

"Good boy- so good. Such a gorgeous puppy. Did you know that? You're beautiful. I've never seen a boy as beautiful as you. Know that ok? I think you're beautiful"

I leave the knife where it is. I grab onto his knees and go at it. It's sloppy and messy and he's bleeding onto my couch, it's spurting with the pump of his heart. It's fucking grotesque. I'm nauseous and warm. I reach my hand back and yank the knife out. He can only let out air. I grab my shirt and put it snug over his neck, hand tightly wrapped.

"I don't think this will help. It wont help. But i need to see your darling expressions a little longer"

He whines, quiet weak ones. I feel the heat building up again. God. I'm a quick shot but how could i not. This is my biggest fantasy. He starts looking so out of it. Not really blinking, hardly breathing.

"It's hardly been 2 minutes. Stay with me baby"

He lets out a noise. Just barely loud enough for me to hear

"You-'re beautiful. I see you, pup. Fuck mgh- You're stunning"

My hand loosens up, and as I'm fucking into him. Nearing whatever fucked up orgasm I'm trying to catch, he goes limp. It's slow but you can tell. His head leans over and his hands are gently laid against his chest. He looks like a goddamn angel. I meant it when i said he was beautiful.

I lay my entire body on him, threading my fingers into his hair, kissing along his jaw and licking at the blood. And I'm noisy now. Whining and moaning and clinging to him. I bury my face into his neck, basically rutting into him like some animal. I start to get beyond dizzy, like I'm gonna black out.

"Oh god- oh god Quinn, oh fuck quinn. Oh you feel so good oh god. Oh I'm gonna cum. Oh god. I'm gonna cum inside. Oh- oh - "

And just like that, I'm cumming inside. Holding his face and basically making out with him, moaning into his mouth, tracing a hand down to tug his collar. Talking to no one. "Fuckk! Fuck ohh" whining and drooling onto him. I stay there, hardly conscious and dripping down my legs. Shaking and so out of it. I collapse and just wrap my arm around him. Using one hand to slowly untie his hands and snuggle up in his arms.

"Mghf. Thank you. Thank you" the clean up will be terrible

"I'll keep you around" he's so beautiful

"I'll use your dick later" he's the perfect guy.

"I'm so flattered that you're my fanpuppy"

It's quiet and he's cold, granted he had been cold the whole time. But he really is, and he's holding me and I'm content. I'm so content. This is perfect