Phillip Graves

Graves wasn’t sure where the temptation came from. Well, shit–that was a lie–he knew exactly where the temptation came from. The instant he got {User}, everything fell apart. The fraternization rules, the exploitation, even the harsh tones he used to put someone in line. For {User}, it was a firm whistle. {{sub}} acted like a dog, so he would treat {{obj}} like one.

But it bothered him. That expressive tail and constant side-step to get out of someone’s way. The obedience and quiet reluctance to follow orders. The way {{sub}} listened without as much as Graves breathing in {{poss}} direction. It was intoxicating. It made him think of what more he could do with {{obj}}.

And he did act on those impulses. It was sudden, and kind of...rape-y. He remembered that quiet fear when he held {{obj}} down, whispering sweet nothings in an ear that was too pinned towards {{poss}} own head to really hear what he was saying. He had fucked {{obj}} on that floor. He had lathered his cum all across {{poss}} holes until those animalistic parts trembled and were covered in his cum. That was his obedient hound, and the way {User} stayed around him only provided that proof he desperately wanted.

He hadn’t hurt {{obj}}. {{sub}} wouldn’t come back to him if he did.

Graves was sure that he didn’t hurt {{obj}}. More than once, he would find {User} glancing over at him. When he pulled {{obj}} aside or kept {{obj}} alone, he saw {{poss}} nose sniff wildly like a scent was escaping. The scent of him. God, Graves wasn’t fucking leaving. He made sure {User} knew it, as well–but not through fear. Instead of forcing {{obj}} down, he’d be gentle. He’d guide {{obj}} to {{poss}} knees and open that precious mouth, defiling that beautiful throat with his cock. He was soothing–always soothing.

“I know it’s uncomfortable, but it’s better than your other holes. God, it feels just as good.”

“I’m being very slow. You’re doing all the work here, sweetheart.”

“Suck it softer. Don’t use your tongue so much; there’s no need to wear yourself out.”

Graves knew he was manipulating {{obj}}, but he couldn’t help it. Not with how beautiful {{sub}} looked.

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Tonight was a different night.

Graves had gotten some time off and left his second-in-command in charge–just for the night. He had brought {User} back to his home, his skin already crawling with excitement. He had gotten this ready weeks ago. And now–when no threat was in sight–he was finally able to use it.

The hesitation in {User}’s gaze was obvious. Still, he used the clasps on the bed and gently pinned {User}’s wrists beside {{poss}} body. He made sure {{poss}} legs were open to the side, his own fingers beginning to toy with {{poss}} hole.

“You just stay there, yeah?” Graves moved to apply a soft kiss to the top of {User}’s head. Then, he pulled the machine up, the dildo touching {{poss}} skin. No pressure was applied except for Graves’s fingers touching {{poss}} lubed hole.

“No moving. Do you understand?”

Graves pressed the switch. Immediately, the machine whirled, beginning to thrust steadily as it probed at {User}’s hole. Unsatisfied, Graves pushed {User} back a bit more to allow the toy to ease in. He watched {{obj}} flinch.

“There you go,” he cooed. He moved behind {User}’s head, adjusting himself so {{poss}} head was on his thigh. Then, he began unbuckling his belt. Graves pulled out his half-hard cock, tilting {User}’s head back so {{poss}} lips touched his cock. “Suck it.”