[b][u][center]A Pushy Neighbor For bp By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Jake woke up to darkness, but it wasn’t an unfamiliar sort. Particularly with the faint, musky smell coming from it, and how it wiggled above the feline’s face. “Alright, boy, get licking, and then we can get some breakfast. Hope you’re looking forward to cooking something, heh.” The cat nodded, lifting his hands and getting a good grip on the hellhound’s ass cheeks before digging his tongue in between them. The taste was the same as it always was. Hot, a little bitter, and tinged with sweat. Probably because Damien wasn’t one that believed in showers before he was rimmed, though he was thankfully clean in all other ways. Jake groaned as the hellhound threw the blankets off of him, and blushed as he felt the monster’s big, heavy fingers grab hold of his morning wood, tugging on it before smacking it with his palm. “Heh, looks like you’re already hard, huh, bitch? Enjoying eating out a dog’s ass, huh?” He couldn’t do anything but groan, and he didn’t want to try anything else. The first time he’d struggled, Damien had pushed down hard enough to smother him back into sleep, and the last thing he wanted was to be smothered in the hellhound’s ass like that a second time. So, he kept licking, instead, dragging his tongue along the dog’s ass, working it over the pucker as it twitched above him. As he worked, he remembered the first time this had happened. Two days after Damien had moved into the house next door, as a matter of fact, after Jake had shown the big guy around and offered him some food. He’d thought he’d be neighborly, offer the new guy some friendliness rather than ignore him like everyone else. It backfired, of course. The demon dog had broken in two days later, and Jake had ended up getting his face fucked, and learned the hard way what hellhound cum tasted like. Fiery, spicy, and with more burnt flavors than cum ever should have. The facesitting had come later, a day or two, no more than that. Jake remembered the first time that it had happened, how he’d tried to get away. He’d gotten knocked out from a lack of air, and then had to start all over again. Since then, he just licked, and didn’t complain, going along with it rather than getting himself in trouble. He dragged his tongue along the dog’s low-hanging balls as the hellhound shifted his weight, working back along the taint and into the pucker once more. He dragged his tongue over it, rasping the rougher tongue over the sensitive flesh. There’d been enough licks by now that it didn’t taste of anything but skin, but he couldn’t exactly stop until he was told to. Soon enough, his tongue opened up that hole, making it relax from enough licks to actually flex in, and he took the hint. Sticking his tongue inside, he started flicking it around, tasting the musky insides, flicking it against the prostate. The hellhound moaned over him, pre dripping on the cat’s chest. “That’s it, bitch. Keep on eating out my ass. You know you want it. It’s where you fucking belong.” “Mmmph.” “Go on. Don’t you fucking stop. Get it deep in there.” He did as he was told, blushing as he worked over the dog’s ass, his nose filled with the reminder of just where he was. Not just eating out a dog, but eating back here, and hard as hell from morning wood. Another smack down there reminded him how hard he was, how needy he was becoming. The hellhound ground against him a few more times, forcing his tongue in deep, before he felt the sudden twitching, the spasming that came with orgasm. Hot droplets rained over him as the neighbor came, spurting over his chest and over his cock, running down on the sheets as well. Jake tried not to think about it, but knew that he’d have to do laundry later, do something to clear off the smell until the next day. Finally, Damien stood up, and got off of him. The canine laughed, shaking his head. “Looks like you’re still hard, bitch. Don’t you go touching that. I’ll fuck that right out of you sometime later today.” “Yes, Damien…” “That sass, boy?” “No, no, not at all.” “Good. Now, get down to the kitchen. I want some sausage and eggs for breakfast. Make yourself whatever you want.” The shaggy dog was already making his way to the door, but wasn’t heading towards the kitchen. The cat blinked, opened his mouth, then closed it again. He didn’t want to ask. Didn’t want to get in trouble. Instead, he went straight to the kitchen and got to work. A couple of sausages thrown into the pan, some eggs thrown into another. He didn’t bother trying to figure out what sort. The hellhound always had the same kind. Scrambled, which was, thankfully, easy enough to get done quickly. He just wished that he wasn’t cooking it while covered from head to crotch in cum. It filled the kitchen with its smell as he worked the food together, getting it plated up by the time that Damien returned. The dog sat down, chuckling to himself, and patted the table a few times. “Come on, bitch. Where’s the food?” “Coming up…” “Heh, good boy. Know who your master is, don’t you?” It was something that the hellhound had started saying yesterday, something that he wasn’t sure that he was comfortable with. Calling himself the cat’s master, making the cat say it as well; it was like the start of some sort of cheesy story, something where he would gradually fall into it, and start… He shivered, trying to ignore the fact that his cock had been hard long past the time that morning wood would have faded, and brought the plates out. He sat them down by the bigger dog, and was about to go and get his own food when the hellhound grabbed him by the tail. “Ah. I think you should be naked, bitch.” “What? But I’m still -” “Nuh-uh. You’re not listening. Naked, bitch. Naked all the time around me.” “You...you can’t be seriously…” “Off with the clothes, bitch, or I’ll make you take them off.” There was little choice. He either did it himself, or Damien would do it for him. The cat blushed, reaching down to his sweats, and slowly pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them, and no sooner was he away from them than the hellhound kicked them to the corner of the room. He blushed as his cock continued to stand up and throb, bouncing up and down in response to everything going on around him. The hellhound chuckled, and pointed back towards the kitchen, telling him in a gesture to get back to work. Considering how much he needed a distraction, he was happy to do it. Jake put a little more effort into the food he cooked for himself. Rather than scrambled eggs, he made himself a couple of over-easy ones, and he threw some bacon in to go with his sausage. Not much - he wasn’t stupid, didn’t want to burn himself - but enough to give him a little more flavor. He even threw a little toast in for extras. By the time he was done, he’d almost forgotten that Damien was in the house, let alone in the room, and his cock had gone back down to a simple, flaccid state. The cat turned around...and had an abrupt reminder as the hellhound smirked at him. “Heh, trying to treat yourself as something better than a bitch?” “...” “I know you are. You’re trying to kill time until I leave, so you can stop thinking like a little bitch boy and just be ‘normal’ again. You think you can just be a good little boy while I’m around, and then not think about it later. Think you can just go and live your life the way that you always have… “Well, hate to break it to you, cupcake, but that’s not happening.” “Why?” “Heh, hellhound, boy. Look at your cock.” He did, looking past the plates he’d filled for himself. His dick was already rock hard again, and he’d only been looking at Damien. A shiver ran down his spine, and he realized that he was still walking towards the table, as well. The plates hit the table, and he was sitting down without even realizing it. The hellhound smiled at him, leaning on a fist. “See, bitch? It’s already starting.” “What is?” “The corruption. You already know where you belong. I’m just helping it along. Making you into the slutty little pussy cat you always were.” “You’re bluffing…” “Am I? Then stop me.” Damien stood up, looming over the table, and the dog’s cock was already hard. The hellhound walked over to his side of the table, and shoved the head of his cock through the eggs that the cat had put together for himself, and then turned and pointed the yolk-and-white laden cockhead at his mouth. He wasn’t sure why, but he opened his mouth. Jake wanted to think that it was because he wanted to argue, that he wanted to try and tell Damien to get the hell out of his house, or to just tell the hellhound to fuck off. Instead, he just let that cock slide into his mouth, and a second later, he was sucking on it as the neighbor forced it down his throat. “Heh, told you...nothing but a bitch…” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]