Chapter Five

He pushed Sam over on the couch, forcing him to his side, butt partially exposed. He spanked that exposed cheek furiously before shoving Sam to the floor, on his back. He was crying out and protesting, but his cock was fully hard and laying on his ab muscles.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, bitch?!" Charlie yelled. "Dogs don't get to take their collars off and play fucking Call of Duty!" He delivered brutal strikes to Sam's cock and thighs. Then an idea hit him. He grabbed the leash, and used it as a whip. Over and over he struck, until Sam was a blubbering mess.

"I'm sorry, sir!" Charlie froze mid-swing. The lesson was not over. He pulled Sam's legs up and over, folding the man in half. He was stunned to see how flexible this muscular man was. He could easily lick his own dick if he wanted to!

Charlie grabbed Sam's pulsing cock and jerked it roughly. Sam gasped, then moaned. Charlie slapped his asshole. "This isn't for pleasure, bitch." He focused again on the cock, aggressively playing with it as it pointed into Sam's own face.

Suddenly, Sam moaned, "Please, I'm gonna cum!" Charlie stopped instantly. Sam's cock and asshole flexed wildly, begging for stimulation, but there would be none. He cried and begged for release.

"You don't deserve to cum," Charlie said coldly. He stood, and left Sam in that ridiculous position.

Eventually, Sam sheepishly returned to his knees and reattached the collar around his own neck. He slowly moved to kneel between Charlie's legs. Charlie had his arms crossed, and refused to look down at his pet. With his cheek, Sam rubbed Charlie's swollen dick. It was so cute, that Charlie could not bring himself to stop the boy. Sam whimpered, huge puppy dog eyes looking up at his owner while his owner's cock leaked pre-cum all over.

Charlie patted Sam's head at last, and repositioned his throbbing cock to drape across his thigh. Sam ever so slightly brushed his cock tip with his lips, and Charlie moaned loudly. Fuck, he wanted to cum. But he didn't want to leave this amazing headspace! I'll just ruin this one, then I'll be good, he thought.

He guided Sam's head closer, and ordered him to open his mouth. The puppy obeyed, his eyes never wavering. Charlie slowly slid his cock into the waiting mouth. Holy shit, it was so warm!

Sam kept up the cute, innocent act, believably acting as though a superior's cock was not in his mouth. He lazily licked and sucked on it, enjoying the noises that Charlie could not stop.

Charlie felt his balls begin to tighten, quickly approaching their release . . .. But suddenly Charlie pulled his cock out and came all over Sam's face with a load that was much larger than usual thanks to the events of this weekend. He grunted with frustration as his ruined orgasm faded. There was so much cum! He did not feel any real relief, but at least that load was out now finally.

Sam stared up at him with those big grey eyes. Charlie went to clean him up, then thought better of it. "You look pretty now," he said faintly, with a little smirk. Thick streaks of cum dripped down his face and lips, and onto the couch. But like a good boy, he never moved to touch it. He only settled his head on Charlie's thigh once again, and Charlie played with his hair.

After some time of relaxing in this position, Sam nudged Charlie's leg and whimpered, his eyes bright. He wiggled his hips as if whipping a tail back and forth. Charlie watched him, amused. "What, boy? Wanna play?"

They went back out to the patio, which was now tinged in a reddish orange light from the coming sunset. A breeze had pushed the dangerous heat away, leaving a pleasant temperature that was neither hot nor cold. They played fetch again, this time with some tricks like "Roll over" or "Stay" mixed in. Every time that Sam rolled over, Charlie would tug on his cock, just enough to count as a reward.

Once, Sam nipped at Charlie when he wouldn't throw the tennis ball, but that was quickly punished. I could get used to this, Charlie thought.

When the sunset was finished and the air turned cold, they returned to the living room. They ate and played games, and all was well. Charlie was so fucking happy that today was only Saturday. They had a whole other day to keep this going!

Around eleven at night, Sam led Charlie to the bedroom. Neither particularly wanted to sleep on the couch again. They shared Sam's huge bed.