"I am ... yours." It shouldn't feel natural, like the only possible answer out there. It rolls off his tongue too easily, too happily. He wishes Jade would pet him and that desire is finally strange enough to make him avert his eyes. Staring at the ground, he can see himself dripping.

He's getting fucked by a dog and he's going to come from it. His body tenses, mind short-circuiting. This isn't a sick dream, it's a reality he's chosen for himself. Apart from the being kidnapped and sold part.

Irvin and him, they're locked together tightly now, his own body not helping a bit. It clenches around the thick knot, arousal boiling hot in his groin. The stretching is sharp and electrifying, the rocking a constant, firm caress of his soft spot. His toes curl, fists clench. Irvin's fur tickles his back, damp from his sweat.

And, he thinks, the frustration would kill him if Irvin were to come before him, forcing him to stay still for about half an hour -- he knows it's entirely possible that Jade won't let him touch himself. He fears that feeling of being on the edge -- and he's approaching it fast.