his Master's Voice (2)
#58 of Commissions by Gruffy
His Master's Voice (2)
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Here's another instalment in the commission for :iconSanmer* - hope you like the read, and I look forward to your comments!
Have a nice read!
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Tristan felt grumpy once he got home from work. The day had been pretty much shit - so busy, having to run around the office asking stuff, staying on the phone to talk with demanding clients, barely having time to have a cup of coffee to get even a small breather for himself. Now he was finally back to his flat and he didn't intend to do anything more tonight. He was exhausted. How could've it been such a busy day? Whoever spoke about there being a recession? it seemed that he was more busy than ever since he'd started on the job at the bank after graduating from college.
"Bah," the Doberman yawned.
His apartment was a bit of a mess. He hadn't really done all that much cleaning in the last few days. There were a few articles of clothing lying around, some mail stacked on the kitchen counter, and unwashed dishes in the sink. It wasn't really that much like him to do so, but he'd been very tired each evening lately. Fuck, he'd even woken up in his computer chair a few times.
Tristan chortled while he loosened his tie. He glanced over at the computer station, his desk, the comfy office chair, the speakers, the entire high end setup he was quite pleased with.
Looking there made him feel a bit embarrassed. There was a folded Kleenex on the desk by the mousepad, crusty by now, but he knew what it'd been used for. He could pretty much smell it, too. Usually he'd just chucked, but now he felt a bit annoyed. He didn't usually leave cum rags lying around his apartment like that. He was a neat dog, he liked to make a good impression on any guests who would be coming over, even if they'd mostly end up in the bedroom...heheh.
The dog grabbed the smelly tissue by its corner. That caused the mouse to be nudged and the computer woke up. The screen lit itself and showed that goddamn game on the monitor, the bunch of shapes intertwined with one another, and with a small blue hexagon on the top to remind him of which shape to find from the maze on the screen. The Doberman snorted. He really shouldn't have been playing that game last night. He'd fallen asleep again while doing it, too, and he'd been so tired. He wasn't even quite sure why he'd kept on playing after he had jacked off. He did remember watching some nice porn while beating his meat and blasting his load onto that tissue...but the next time, it was five AM and he needed to take a leak, and his neck was sore from sleeping in a weird position with his head hanging off the headrest of the chair.
"Ugh."
Tristan took the tissue to the kitchen, threw it in the garbage, and opened the fridge. It was depressingly empty. He'd had a nice lunch at work but there didn't seem to be much for eating at home.
"Damn."
The dog decided that takeaway would be the way to go. He wasn't in the mood to start cooking. He hated feeling that tired. And it was only Wednesday, yet. Still two more days to go before the freedom of the weekend awaited.
He went for his phone.
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A pizza and a shower later, Tristan felt like a new doggie. He was still a bit tired, but at least he was cosy with a can of soda at paw and wearing a nice pair of training pants and a T-shirt. Nothing constraining like the suit-tie-collared-shirt combo he was obliged to wear at work to appear neat and trustworthy. He liked lazing his butt off like this, not having any worries. It was a shame that it was only Wednesday. He'd loved popping out for some drinks and fun with a friend or two. Ollie, maybe. He'd been talking with the deer the other night, but it sounded like his friend was quite busy. Maybe he had a new girlfriend, Tristan thought, with only a mild bit of envy. He could get as much action as he wanted. Maybe soon it'd be the deer who'd be jealous of the action the Doberman was getting.
Television was dead that night, though, even if it wasn't late yet. Facebook or other social sites didn't offer much fun, either.
His eyes grasped onto the link on the favourites bar on his browser. He didn't remember pulling the game there, but guess he had done so. It seemed convenient to hit a few rounds of the game. It made him feel relaxed and nice, and it'd be good to go to bed afterwards - maybe have his usual tug of war with his dick before that to make sure that his balls were properly drained like those often horny puppy makers had the right to be. He sure had the sex drive to match his looks and personality, Tristan thought with pride, and flexed his muscles, even if there was nobody to witness it, not even the eye of his camera phone to take another shirtless selfie for Facebook.
He popped on his headphones, adjusted the volume and started the game.
"Welcome back, Tristan. I am pleased to see you are returning to the game. Try to find all the pieces as quickly as you can, and you'll be rewarded with the next level. You are doing so very well, Tristan. Keep finding the shapes."
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It was easy to obey the voice in his ears. It was deep and authoritative, but not unkindly. It made him feel good, like he was really good at doing whatever he was doing. It didn't even matter that it was something as stupid as this baby version of Tetris or something. It was so nice to just sit back and slowly move the cursor over the maze of shapes, click on the matching ones and be told he was a good boy whenever he found one especially quickly. A nice boost on his self-esteem. He'd never had trouble being confident, but it always felt good to hear it like that, being spoken by that deep male voice, almost fatherly, in a way.
"That's very good, that's very good indeed. You are improving every night when you are playing. Keep going, Tristan."
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He couldn't remember when the game had started addressing him by his name. He didn't care, either. It only seemed important to play the game and keep finding the assigned shapes from the maze on the screen. He only really needed one paw for that, to use the mouse. The other generally fondled over his chest, or maybe rested to cup on his thigh or his balls. They felt nice and warm, and heavy, like they were really in need of that good session before bed. It was good the game didn't require all that much attention, either. He could play with himself while playing.
The idea made him feel naughty, in a way. Getting complimented for being so "quick with his paws" or "doing that like an old paw" sounded funny to him and made the Doberman chuckle. Of course the game voice was talking about his performance in the game, not how he'd fondle his swollen package.
He blinked a few times. His eyes felt quite heavy. Must've been tired again. He yawned.
"Now, take it out and stroke it."
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That was a strange thing for the voice to say.
"Starting the next level now, Tristan. You're doing so very well. Can you find the shapes?"
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He kept poking at the shapes, not really too concentrated on it. He was simply staring at the screen, blinking occasionally, while his paw worked over his hard cock. He'd pulled himself out of his pants and was now stroking himself ever so slowly.
"That is very good, Tristan. Just keep doing that. You know it is so much fun. Just keep going. Good boy. You are a good boy."
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"I'm a good boy..." Tristan whispered to himself, in a daze of sorts. Even the chair was creaking a bit under the motion of his paw going up and down on his shaft.
"Yes you are. Just keep going until you cum."
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The Doberman stroked himself rapidly, lubricated by the pre-cum his cock oozed heavily onto his length. His cock made a slippery, dirty noise while his paw went up and down quickly. He was already breathing heavily as well, almost as if he'd been involved in a much more full-body activity than simply stroking his cock. He was a pro, after all.
"Such a fun game, isn't it?"
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"F-fun..." the Doberman mumbled to himself.
He panted, tongue lolling out, while he jacked off. His legs stretched out under the desk and hit the wall, causing the chair to push him a bit further away from the desk. The Doberman grasped his balls and squeezed them while he stroked himself, puffing hot air from his muzzle.
"Very good...just keep playing, Tristan...and when you cum, you'll eat all the cum, won't you...you just want to try it, and you'll do it to see what it's like...just another game...it'll be another level. Go on...cum...cum, Tristan..."
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It was easy to follow the voice. It was telling him that he was doing well. Seemed like a small thing to do to please the voice, as demanding as it was.
He had to let go of his balls to catch the cum, though, when the itching in his balls intensified and he couldn't do anything but to let it all go, his cock tensing and then throbbing anew when he spewed cum into his palm. He still sprayed his belly and his chest, which caused another T-shirt to be stained with cum, but a lot of it landed on his paw. His dazed eyes looked at the little puddle on the cup of his palm.
His tongue extended, carefully.
He licked, and the goo covered his tongue.
He wasn't sure of the taste, but it did get to his taste buds and filled his nose with musk while he lapped up the messy, still warm produce of his balls away from his paw.
"That's such a good boy. You've reached another level, Tristan, isn't that lovely?"
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"Y-yeah..." Tristan rumbled.
"There'll be some new instructions for you tomorrow, Tristan, but enjoy yourself now. You must be very sleepy indeed."
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Tristan yawned. He sure did feel exhausted alright. He might've dozed off again, too, he thought. Music was playing in his headphones and his Facebook was open on the computer screen. His sheath felt ice and warm, too, like he'd just cum. Funny, he thought. The Doberman pushed a paw under his waistband and felt himself up. He was curious to find a little slick glob inside the very rim of his sheath. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed them together to observe the strong-stenched stuff on his paw.
"Hmm...must be super horny if I've got pre in my sheath...guess I better jack off before bed," he thought, and decided to fire up some porn for that pleasurably manly act.
The Doberman chuckled to himself and pushed his pants right off his butt so that he could relax properly and feel the bare, warm leather of the chair against his rump.
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