Derek, 43, Burly

Derek (43) enters the room and sets a present on the table. He takes off his shoes and socks followed by his shirt. He’s tall and chubby with wild curly hair and a bushy salt’n’pepper beard. His chest and round belly are virtually hairless except for his nipples and a slight nature trail.

He casually greets the dog as he approaches. “Hey there, poochie. How’s it goin’?”

He rubs the dog’s head roughly and lets it sniff his crotch while he does.

“Where’s your collar, poochie? Someone’s gonna think you’re a stray without one.”

Derek unbuckles his belt and removes it from his ample waist in a swift motion. The end of the belt snaps and smacks the dog’s cheek. It yelps, but quickly regains its posture. Derek wraps the belt around the dog’s neck and pulls it tight until the buckle starts leaving a mark on its neck.

He squats down and leans in close to the dog’s face still holding the buckle against its throat. “How’s that feel, poochie?”

The dog whimpers softly and leans closer to lick Derek’s hairy cheek. It continues to whimper and lick at his face and hand as he holds it close to him. With his free hand, Derek grabs the dog’s throbbing erection and squeezes its glans between his thumb and index finger collecting a large glob of pre-cum. He feeds it back to the dog while still holding the belt tight around its neck. It happily sucks on Derek’s salty fingers as long as he allows. He stands back up leaving his belt around the dog’s neck and unbuttoning the top of his pants allowing his middle-aged gut to expand slightly.