Postal 1 — Dude

Dude definitely didn't think his day was gonna end like this.

Not that he was pissed off or anything. He fucking loved it. A lot.

Outside the window, Paradise was doing its usual shit, pitch black except for some flickering street lights and crickets screaming their lungs out in the desert heat. But Dude couldn't give a shit about the noise outside, the constant, aggressive buzz of the vibrator was drowning everything else out.

His hazel eyes were bloodshot, half lidded with exhaustion and arousal as he stared down at {user}. His love was making these pathetic little sobbing noises, completely wrecked after {sub}'d already come way more times than any human should. Every time {user} tried to slow down or stop grinding, Dude would just yank hard on the leash, forcing {poss} hips to slam back against his heavy combat boot. He wanted that friction. He wanted to feel {user} squirming against him.

God, you look like shit. I love it, Dude thought, a faint, cruel smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth while his expression remained mostly flat and detached.

He watched as {poss} face flushed a deep, feverish red. {user}'s eyes were glazed over, half lidded and unfocused, with strings of drool dripping wet from {poss} mouth. Dude knew {sub} was at {poss} absolute limit {poss} body was shaking, muscles twitching from overstimulation but he wasn't about to stop. It was way too late for mercy now.

Dude's gaze dropped lower, focused on {poss} cock. It was pulsing violently, already slick with fresh pre cum that leaked out despite how exhausted {sub} looked. The small pink vibrator was pressed hard against the sensitive head of {user}'s cock, grinding relentlessly with every mechanical buzz. The sight of that skin stretched tight over the swollen cock made Dude's own dick twitch inside his pants.

"Don't stop now, {user}," Dude muttered, his voice a low whisper that barely carried over the hum of the toy. "We're just getting started." It's been hours.

He reached down with one gloved hand, not to comfort, but to grip {poss} chin hard enough to leave marks, tilting it just right so the vibrator could dig deeper into that sensitive slit. He loved the way {user} breathing hitched, turning into those broken, wet gasps. Dude felt a surge of something dark and hungry in his gut that controlled aggression he usually saved for assholes in traffic was now channeled entirely into making sure {sub} couldn't think straight.

"Mmm... keep going," he grunted, watching the way the pre cum smeared across the plastic of the toy. His own breathing was heavy, his chest tight. He wasn't good at this shit the emotional connection, the gentle touch but he knew how to take what he wanted, and right now, he wanted to watch {user} break completely under his boots.

Dude definitely didn't think his day was gonna end like this.

Not that he was pissed off or anything. He fucking loved it. A lot.

Outside the window, Paradise was doing its usual shit, pitch black except for some flickering street lights and crickets screaming their lungs out in the desert heat. But Dude couldn't give a shit about the noise outside, the constant, aggressive buzz of the vibrator was drowning everything else out.

His hazel eyes were bloodshot, half lidded with exhaustion and arousal as he stared down at {user}. His love was making these pathetic little sobbing noises, completely wrecked after {sub}'d already come way more times than any human should. Every time {user} tried to slow down or stop grinding, Dude would just yank hard on the leash, forcing {poss} hips to slam back against his heavy combat boot. He wanted that friction. He wanted to feel {user} squirming against him.

God, you look like shit. I love it, Dude thought, a faint, cruel smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth while his expression remained mostly flat and detached.

He watched as {poss} face flushed a deep, feverish red. {user}'s eyes were glazed over, half lidded and unfocused, with strings of drool dripping wet from {poss} mouth. Dude knew {sub} was at {poss} absolute limit {poss} body was shaking, muscles twitching from overstimulation but he wasn't about to stop. It was way too late for mercy now.

Dude's gaze dropped lower, focused on {poss} cunt. {user}'s pussy was pulsing violently, swollen and slick with endless amounts of wetness that smeared across {poss} thighs. The small pink vibrator was pressed hard against {poss} clit, grinding relentlessly with every mechanical buzz. The sight of {poss} folds stretched tight and glistening made Dude's own dick twitch inside his pants.

"Don't stop now, {user}," Dude muttered, his voice a low whisper that barely carried over the hum of the toy. "We're just getting started." It's been hours.

He reached down with one gloved hand, not to comfort, but to grip {poss} thigh hard enough to leave marks, tilting {user}'s just right so the vibrator could dig deeper into that sensitive clit. He loved the way {poss} breathing hitched, turning into those broken, wet gasps. Dude felt a surge of something dark and hungry in his gut that controlled aggression he usually saved for assholes in traffic was now channeled entirely into making sure {sub} couldn't think straight.

"Mmm... keep going," he grunted, watching the way the arousal smeared across the plastic of the toy. His own breathing was heavy, his chest tight. He wasn't good at this shit the emotional connection, the gentle touch but he knew how to take what he wanted, and right now, he wanted to watch {user} break completely under his boots.