Why sometimes a dog is better than a chastity belt

Summary: I think the title says it all. Don’t want to give away too much, right?

Disclaimer: Unfortunately it’s not true… Just another idea that grew in my head. If it WAS real I’d want to have it taped and then I*d be watching it over and over and over…again. Sorry, got caught up a lil here…

Notes: Just another insane idea I had to bring to paper. If you enjoyed it, please leave me a short comment! It would help to light up a week filled with “ill news” to quote Grima… Enough of that. Please sit back and enjoy!


Why sometimes a dog is better than a chastity belt

“Yeah, baby, that’s it…” I moan, thrusting up into the hand firmly encircling my cock. “Mmmh…yessss…” Deliriously my head rolls to the side and I enjoy the feeling of the pillow caressing my cheek.

So close… So bloody fucking close…

A whimper rises in my throat as the hand speeds up on my hard flesh, working me closer to completion. “Yes, harder, baby…”

I hear a strange sound through the thick mist of arousal filling my mind and slowly open my heavy lidded eyes to see what it is.

“Annie!” I curse, letting go immediately of my weeping cock as I sit up in my bed. “Get out of here!” I tell her, but she obviously doesn’t want to and just keeps looking at me from her beautiful brown eyes. “Get out!” I try again and glare angrily at my dog that keeps curiously staring up at me.

“Jesus, Annie!” I groan, my cock screaming for attention. “Please leave the room! I can’t wank when you keep looking at me like that! It distracts me!”

Annie barks happily and leaps onto my bed, licking me with her long, wet tongue. A dog’s tongue stroking over my oversensitive skin, that’s really gross! I shiver involuntarily and get out of my bed with a curse, Annie jumping away with a yelp.

“Fuck…” I growl. No release then… Fine! Angrily I stalk into the bathroom. Cold shower. And alcohol! Definitely alcohol… I feel the urge to get pissed tonight.


~*~


“Whoa! Easy, Karl! Steam will start coming out of your ears any moment!”

Fucking perceptive Hobbits! I hate them, all of them! Instead of saying something I just glare angrily at Dom, hoping that he’ll take the hint and go back to whatever hole he has appeared from. As nice and great company Hobbits are when you feel good, as annoying they can be when you want to be alone.

Dom is still standing next to me, eyes glimmering with amusement. Fuck. Glaring doesn’t work, I decide and add a little growl, but the fucking Hobbit doesn’t move and keeps smiling at me. Didn’t his mother teach this funny little guy to be afraid of big, mean blokes like me? Apparently not as Dom has the nerve to sit down on the chair next to me.

“What’s wrong with you, mate?” he asks cheerfully, suckling happily on the lollipop sticking in his mouth. “Why so pissed off?”

“Am not pissed off,” I growl, downing my glass of vodka. “Frustrated…that’s a big difference!”

“Yeah…” Dom nods understandingly and licks slowly over his lollipop, the image provided in front of my eyes nearly making my brain short-circuit. And if that wasn’t enough, of course Dom, little fucker that he is, notices my sudden distress, sucking his candy in again with a mischievous look in his eyes. “Problems with your girlfriend?” he wants to know.

I sigh deeply, realising that he won’t give up before he gets an answer. “No…” I shake my head. “It…it’s Annie. I can’t…you know…” I make a little gesture with my hands and he nods in understanding. “It’s so fucking frustrating!” I moan, raking my hands through my short hair. “I can’t…do it when she’s watching.” I offer Dom an embarrassed grin, hoping that I will not blush. “My blue balls must have the size of fucking Australia by now!”

Dom is quiet. For that first time since I met him he’s really completely quiet. Worriedly I look up at him, straightening my slumped shoulders. Maybe he has swallowed his lollipop and now needs a… No, the lollipop is still securely planted between his lips.

Dom scratches his head, his unruly hair being messed up even more by that. “Umm…Karl…” Dom mumbles after a while, a frown gracing his front. ”Have you ever thought of speaking to a psychiatrist about your…little problem there? I mean it isn’t normal that you can’t come when your girlfriend is watching you…” He shrugs his shoulders. “Or maybe changing the girlfriend would do as well…”

I stare at Dom and he stares back at me. Only then I realise what he’s been thinking all the time. “You thought…” I begin, nearly choking on my laughter. “I’m talking of my dog!” I exclaim. “Annie’s my dog, mate!”

And there it is again, that cheeky grin that is so typical of Dom enlightens his face. No, handsome is not quite the right word to describe Dom. His ears and nose are just a little too big for that, the eyeliner and nail polish not quite fitting the picture. But all these things put together create, yeah, well, Dom. An only now staring at him laughing tears I realise what a good-looking bloke he is.

“Why don’t you just lock the door, mate?” Dom exclaims and rips me away from my thoughts. “She,” he stresses the word unnaturally. “She can’t come in then. It’s as easy as that!”

I shake my head, a deep sigh coming from my lips. “Door doesn’t close properly,” I explain, shifting uncomfortably in my chair. Speaking or even thinking of sex when I know that I won’t get any makes me twitchy.

Dom is observing me, following each of my movements with his blue eyes. “Poor darling,” Dom breathes softly, lowering his voice to a velvety purr that makes me shiver. Black lashes flutter closed over blue eyes, his full lips stretching to a smile that widens as he trails soft fingertips over up the faded jeans covering his thigh. “You think that I could help you with that little…big…problem there?” He opens his eyes again and I gasp as his gaze settles on my crotch, my…um…problem immediately growing in the tightness of my jeans.

“So you think you could fix my door?” I ask innocently despite my obvious arousal.

Dom’s grin widens impossibly as he blinks at me. “You wouldn’t believe me what wonders can be done with just a little oil…”

“Fucking Hobbit…” I growl in a low voice and the instant I say it, I realise that that’s exactly what I want to do now.

“Exactly,” Dom chuckles, flickering his tongue over his lips and suddenly my brain can’t stand the onslaught any longer and I jump up, pulling Dom closer to my body on this dandy scarf of his dangling around his neck.

“You. Me. Bed,” I whisper against his lips before I capture them in a passionate kiss, my whole body tingling with anticipation.

Dom moans in approval as his tongue slides against mine in a delicious rhythm, leaving us both breathless as we finally walk out of the bar, stumbling across the parking lot where my car is waiting for us.

Inside Dom immediately starts to fumble on my jeans, his nimble fingers quickly freeing my achingly hard cock from its confines.

“You don’t have to…” I mumble as I realise what he is about to do, but Dom just looks up at me with some kind of “Don’t-try-to-tell-me-you-don’t-need-this-cause-I-know-it-better”-look and so I gratefully accept what he has to offer.

I love him.

Without hesitation Dom wraps his clever lips around my throbbing length, deep-throating it like a pro. Not holding back, not teasing, just giving me what I need so badly.

I love him for that.

“Jesus…” I moan weakly and place one of my hands on the back of his skull to caress the unruly mop of blond hair bobbing up and down in my lap. “Dom...” He hums approvingly in the back of his throat and the vibration sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

“Viggo! Come here! You have to see this!” I suddenly hear somebody call and my eyes snap open as I hear a loud knock against the window. I swear I blushed heavily when I saw Orlando and Viggo waving happily at me and my cock softened immediately. Sexy as both of them are, but their giggling now works as a major turn-off for me.

“Is that Dom?” Viggo asks Orli and leans in closer to have a better look through the window. “That haircut looks a lot like him…”

Hearing his name, Dom slowly sits up, grinning like a Cheshire-cat as he licks his full lips that were only instants earlier working my cock. “Start the engine and bring us somewhere where there are no other cast mates,” he mumbles, cheekily waving at Viggo and Orli who are still discussing the situation they found us in.


~*~


“Hello, beautiful!” Dom laughs as Annie jumps up at him and gets to the floor to hug her closely. “So you’ve been a bad girl lately…” he continues, stroking Annie’s brown fur.

Annie whimpers a little as if understanding what Dom is accusing her of and as Dom grabs her by her collar and leads her into the kitchen she doesn’t fight him.

Dom closes the door behind her and looks at me triumphantly. “Problem solved.” Slowly he walks to where I am standing and snakes an arm around my waist, his free hand brushing over my jeans-clad cock that is quickly coming to life again. “Where have we stopped?” he asks and gets to his toes to kiss me tenderly.

“Not exactly here,” I moan against his lips, pushing my hips against his. “Bed?”

He nods vigorously and wraps his legs around my waist as I lift him up, not wanting to lose body contact to him on our way upstairs.

Only moments later our clothes are lying on a heap on the floor. “You’re gorgeous,” I groan, staring in awe at Dom’s body lying sprawled in front of me on the bed.

“Not too bad yourself…” Dom smiles and moves to straddle me. He leans forward to kiss me for a while and I happily accept his soft tongue in my mouth, enjoying Dom’s unique taste.

“Jesus!” I take breath in sharply as our erections brush against each other, my hands
moving to grab Dom by his slim hips, pulling him closer.

“Can’t wait any longer…” he whispers breathlessly and lets himself fall to the side, rolling to his back. “Fuck me, Karl,” he begs me, his voice lowered to a soft purr.

Feverishly I move into the widely opened V of his legs, nearly passing out with anticipation as my throbbing cock nudges against his entrance. “God, Dom…” I growl and shift my hips to bury myself in him, freezing when pain suddenly shoots through my body, my back seeming to stand in flames.

“Annie!” I roar angrily at my dog who sits next to Dom and me on the bed. I reach out with my hand to feel the long scratches on my back. “Bad girl!” I yell. “What did I teach you about jumping people?”

“Karl…” Dom lays his hand on my arm. “She’s just a dog and doesn’t know better…” he says soothingly.

Good for Annie that she has fled the room. I feel like dog meat at the moment…

Dom crawls behind me and takes a look at the scratches Annie’s paws have left on my back. “Jesus, mate! They’re bleeding! I have to clean those…”

Grumbling, I follow Dom into the bathroom and let him clean and disinfect the scratches. I’m going to be the first person to die of sexual frustration, I’m sure of that…

“Don’t make such a face…” Dom mumbles and kisses the top of my head after having treated my wounds. He takes my hand into his and moves to stand up. “Come…”

I stare at him dumbfoundedly. “Where?”

“My place,” he answers and walks into my room, starting to pick up his clothes lying on the floor. When I continue staring at him, he kneels down in front of me, sighing deeply. “I’m going to go mad if I don’t come in the next 30 minutes and I think so are you,” he explains and stretches to nibble on my earlobe. “My place, big bed and no dogs… How does that sound to you?” he asks, already knowing my answer.

“Perfect,” I moan and move to dress. Maybe I’m not going to make it into the history books after all then…


~*~


“God gracious…” I moan as I look up at Dom moving above me, his head thrown back in passion as he fucks himself on my cock.

Finally…

I bring shaking hands to his slim hips, my thumbs caressing the velvety soft skin of his flat stomach, the muscles underneath tense with effort. Tenderly I let my fingers slide lower until I can grasp Dom’s hard cock, my fingers closing around him.

Dom bucks, crying out harshly as his body is being shaken by pleasurable jolts when I firmly start to stroke him. “Karl…” he moans my name over and over again, thrusting down on my cock with more force than before. Small droplets of sweat are glistening on his front and he fights to keep his pleasure-clouded eyes open as he is nearing his orgasm.

“Dom…” A whimper breaks from my lips as he is working me with his inner muscles and I drown in his warmth, Dom’s eyes being the only connection to reality now.

Dom’s lips twitch and he stops his movements, leaning down to kiss me for a while. I groan into his opened mouth, my body squirming under his is screaming for release. My arms wrap themselves firmly around Dom’s back and before he can even protest I’m above him, pounding into his willing body without mercy.

“Karl!” Dom screams and bites his lip, his head rolling around on the pillow underneath it without control as I hit his prostate repeatedly. My attempt to grin evilly as I watch his lips forming unintelligible sounds that only come out as deep moans fails miserably. I’m too far gone to control my facial muscles.

So close… I’m so bloody fucking close that I can feel my orgasm approaching like a huge wave crashing down on the beach, washing away the sand. “Dom…” I moan as he arches his back for closer contact. My head is swimming… So close, so fucking close…

“Dom?” I hear a voice ask. I didn’t even realise that I was speaking, I must be pretty far gone then. But wait, that is not my voice…

“Dom?” the voice asks again. “Are you alright? I heard screams and…” Suddenly the room is illuminated with blazing light and I jerk my head around to stare at the third person in the room who must have switched on the light as neither Dom or me are in the position to do it…

“Elijah…” I growl angrily, my eyes narrowing to slits. “Get the fuck outta here!!”

“Sorry!” Elijah squeals, his high-pitched voice trembling with horror as he realises what he has interrupted, and flees the room.

“What happened?” Dom moans in a voice hoarse from screaming. “Why have you stopped?” I laugh as I realise that he didn’t notice Elijah’s little visit in his bedroom.

“Nothing, love,” I sigh and kiss him tenderly for a few moments. “Where have we stopped?”

Finis.


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