Refuse

You knew you'd be degraded to some extent here, but this? And so soon? You can't let yourself go through with it. Even if it means not cuming anytime soon. Knowing you shouldn't give a verbal rejection, you simply scoot yourself back, laying fully on the floor.

"What's wrong Spot?" Gabe asks. "Don't want your treat?"

"Grrr!" All you can think to do is let out a soft growl.

You wait fearlfully hesitant, not knowing how he'll react. To your surprise he let's out a laugh.

"Ah! It was worth a shot, wasn't it?" He says with a joyous chuckle.

Gabe walks back over to the counter grabbing a towl and wiping off his dick. He soon zips his pants back up (somewhat strange as there's no way he got all of the peanut butter off.) And returns to pick up the jar.

"Don't worry bud, I'll get you a real treat." He says as he walks back to the other side of the room.

Feeling relieved by his casulness, you once again have a spark of hope that this new treat will be a continued hand job. You sit up to see what he's doing, but he's soon walking back, this time with something in his hand.

"Here ya go! You're still a good boy." He says, holding out his hand.

You're disapointed to see what looks to be a folded piece of bread.

"Come on! You know your hungry." He says, most likey seeing your disappointment.

This is true, you are in fact. In a slightly defeated fashion you grab the bread with your mouth. You take it all in, chewing it quickly as you soon notice the clear taste of peanut butter. All you can do is hope it came out of the jar as you quickly swallow it down.

"Well, Im gonna make myself a snack." Gabe says patting you on the head. "Why don't you just go relax."

He walks back over to the kitchenette. With nothing better to do, you decide to go lay down on your dog bed, maybe a nap will help you get over feeling so horny. As you walk towards it, you get a better view of Gabe at the counter. He pushes aside the open bag of bread and jar of peanut butter in order to place a bowl. You're about to lay down when you notice it, something right next to the bread, a small orange pill bottle.

It can't be what you're thinking, can it? Though that "treat" he gave would make more sense and stick with the theme of all of this, but would he really **** you? And more importantly, with what?