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Carah is a good little puppy. He’s in Master Declan’s favorite little ensemble— the red lingerie with the white frills, where his nipples, pussy, and asshole are all exposed by perfect little cutouts. He sits next to his Master happily and quietly, his head in the man’s lap so he can receive pleasant little scratches to his scalp.
His Master chuckles deeply as he converses with the other patrons of the bar. They all give compliments rather frequently, pleased to see how well behaved Carah is, how soft his skin is, how plump his tits and ass are. Carah revels in the praise, wiggling his tailbone back and forth happily as yet another stranger asks to pet him.
“Show them your goodies, puppy.”
Carah leans with his back against his Master’s chair and spreads his legs. The pretty pink crystal of the plug stuffed into his cunt glistens with his juices. It vibrates at a low, careful pace, unlike the plug pressed into his ass, which buzzes audibly as it thoroughly massages his hole. His tits, rather large, are littered with the hickies and bruises of his Master’s earlier play; his nipples are a dark red, puffy, swollen.
The stranger starts with his abused tits, fingers rolling over his sensitive nipples, then down to his navel, then lower, settling on his pretty red t-dick. They tease it, flick it, rub tight little circles around it until Carah whimpers and comes. He tries his best to stay as still as possible, being good for the stranger as they run their fingers across his slick cunt.
“What a good boy,” the stranger says. “And so obedient. A lovely catch.”
Master Declan smiles, then orders Carah back to his previous position; head in his lap, nuzzling his Master’s half hard cock through his jeans. Carah does it easily, grinning with pride.
He’s such a good little puppy.