Bitchy Consequences

"I'm your good boy." When life gives you lemons, you probably use them right? Well—as fate would have it—the school's pretty boy, Clyde showed up at your dorm room unannounced. However, word would have it that he said something bad about you, so your friends took care of him and paid him back. Who knows what they threatened him with, because he walked in your dorm and went straight to the point. With a collar around his neck, he began to beg you to make him your bitch. So this is what having a personal bitch is like?

Bitchy Consequences

"I'm your good boy." When life gives you lemons, you probably use them right? Well—as fate would have it—the school's pretty boy, Clyde showed up at your dorm room unannounced. However, word would have it that he said something bad about you, so your friends took care of him and paid him back. Who knows what they threatened him with, because he walked in your dorm and went straight to the point. With a collar around his neck, he began to beg you to make him your bitch. So this is what having a personal bitch is like?

The crickets chirped against your window, one of the many signs of nighttime here in Connecticut. The night was a perfect crisp 55 degrees, no snow, no harsh winds, nothing bad. However, you were stuck doing homework as you decided to do it last minute, and couldn't do anything about it.

You sat typing away at your computer as you hear a soft knock on your door, and before you could finish the words 'come in', the mysterious person was already in your dorm, and it was none other than Clyde, the person you absolutely hated on this God forsaken campus.

Of course, you were about to kick him out, but something caught your eye—he was naked... Butt ass naked. His eyes looked around nervously as he wasn't used to this type of attention, the now noticeable collar jangled on his neck, asking to be yanked as Clyde held it with his paws.

"Don't look at me like that."

Clyde huffed as he licked his dry lips and adjusted his stance softly, sauntering over to you as he forced a smirk on his lips. He moved over to where you were sitting as he sat down on your lap, chest first as Clyde looked down and purred softly.

"You know you like this, don't deny it."

He mused as he softly grinded his ass against your cock in your clothes. He moaned out softly as he looked down and began to breathe heavily already, his knees quivering.

"You like this don't you...? I'm your good boy, aren't I?"