[The gang continued on their journey, with Brad as the new addition. Brad grudgingly served Peepers by helping him run his errands or getting him his drink or clean up his room, as Hater advised Peepers to make use of him to keep his mind off other things. But true to his word, Brad used every chance he got to try n assassinate Peepers, but either Peepers hv the upperhand or Sylvia, Awesome, Wander and/or Hater will foil his plans, enough to warrant a funny cartoon montage]
Peepers: (in bed the next morning) sigh ... (feeling hot and bothered) ... -__- Damn it. (knew that feeling too well)
(Despite the weird feeling, he got dressed to meet with Lord Hater, making sure to avoid the other watchdogs and even Brad)
Hater: [was playing video games at the entertainment room with the two litters in their playpens; one litter play-wrestling n one litter snoozing, since it was his turn to babysit while letting Wander sleep in after a whole night of nursing for 11]
Peepers: (swallows, trying to ignore the really warm feeling) Re-reporting for duty, Sir...
Hater: [was immune to Watchdog heat, but he could still detect them frm experience] Ugh, Peeps, u reek of fertility! Wat r u thinking coming into work? U want ppl to jump u?
[The older litter wrinkled their noses, also detecting his scent n whined in complaint]
Peepers: Uh...a-about that...(grimaces, falling to his knees feeling discomfort) ><
Hater: [pinches his nose] That's it. Ur taking the day off. U better go bk to ur room [picks up communicator] Yo, Brad! Where u at? Ur master needs help getting bk to his room
Brad: [responds] Fine. Where is he?
Hater: Here, in the entertainment room. Hurry, before he stinks up the plc
Peepers: B-but...(cringing at the baring heat; does not want to deal with Brad right now)
Hater: No buts. Ur going bk to ur room n tht's final. Ur staying there until ur phase is ovr
Brad: [shows up, speaking in a deadpan voice] I'm here, Master [seeming as if immune to Peepers' condition as well as he didnt seem to react to him differently]
Peepers: (groans)...Assist me to my room.
Brad: [sighs] Yes, Master [picks Peepers up, since he could barely walk, n made his way to Peepers' quarters, then noticed] U...don't look so good, Master. U OK there?
Peepers: >< mm...(trembling due to his stupid heat)...damn it...
Brad: Pfft, whatever. I hv to take care of ur sorry ass anyways [then an idea clicked] thinks: {Wait a minute. This is my chance! He looks pretty vulnerable right now! I could kill him now n get my freedom!} [reaches his quarters n set him dwn on the bed] Will u be needing anything else, Master? A drink? A cool patch for fever? U feel kinda warm
Peepers: (trembling till Brad felt the Watchdog's forehead...that touch did it...quickly, he grabbed the man by his collar, bringing him close for a full kiss on him, gripping almost too tightly)
Brad: [was shocked wen he felt the Watchdog pressed against his lips, tho he couldn't fathom how is he kissing him without a mouth, but he did feel something on his lips. Struggling, he grappled for something to hit him with but feebly reached for a book instead of something lethal n tried whacking him to make him release him]
Peepers: (felt the book hit him, wasn't too hard but it did make him let go for a moment)...Brad...? (realized what he just did...) I... I'm sorry, I didn't...I-I won't make you do anything if you don't...
Brad: [pushed him away harshly] I'm gonna kill u!! [lunged forward to strangle him, but the collar shocked him as usual mid-strangle, making him collapse onto the bed, breathing hard n coughing, his half-opened eyes looked almost seductive to the heat-ridden Watchdog]
Peepers: (felt his face flush seeing Brad like that...he seemed...handsome somehow to him)...Br-Brad... (crawls over) I won't force you to do anything... You have a choice here if you want to, or not...
Brad: [coughs as he groaned] Wats the point? Ur just like all of them, wanting me for my body... Go on, do ur worse... [his face seemed to hv surrendered to his fate]
Peepers: (feels sorry...leans forward to kiss Brad more gently, one hand carressing the man's face to ease his nerves)
Brad: [felt the kiss n gripped onto Peepers' shoulders, not sure whether to push him away or not. His kisses were gentle n warm, not wet or sloppy or forceful, but he couldn't bring himself to believe this kiss was genuine, n yet a teeny tiny part of him wanted to trust him bcoz of the caress on his face, but mostly he was afraid of being shocked if he resisted, but he didn't return his kiss tho, just letting it happen]
Peepers: (pulls back, grimicing at his heat still)...Brad...are you afraid...that I might...?
Brad: [frowned] Oh just shut up n do wat u wanna do with me n get it over with. I'm a tough guy, I can handle it. N I'm still gonna kill u, just so u knw [his body was betraying him as it was showing very tiny tremblings that he tries to brave it away]
Peepers: (frowns...then gets a small idea, moving downward to loosen the man's pants to reveal him, looking up at him with a small smile as he rubbed it gently with one hand)
Brad: [hissed at the touch, his mouth betraying him as he let out small moans frm the rubbing. His previous masters never rubbed him that gently before. Most of them just practically jacked him off hard or skip the foreplay altogether n fucked his ass raw. Droplets of tears clung at the edge of his eyes, threatening to fall]
Peepers: (was giving butterfly kisses to Brad's cock when he noticed the tears) Brad...? Are you okay, am I making you uncomfortable?
Brad: Sh-Shut up... [bit his lips, not wanting to admit that he was making him feel both good AND uncomfortable, two feelings that shouldn't go together, his cock getting more erect n starting to drip pre-cum]
Peepers: (leans up to give Brad more gentle kisses, while still continuing to rub him)
Brad: [his body was not used to this intimacy, this gentleness, it was needing it too much, greedy for it, n he was feeling too much, getting close to the edge] M-Master... P-Pls... Sto-- I can't... [threw his head but as he let out a strangled cry, letting loose his orgasm]
Peepers: (feels Brad release all over his hand; he must've really needed that. Plus, it was making him feel more horny)...Brad...? (touches his face) I will ask you again if you want to do this...I won't force anything on you...can you trust me?
Brad: Like... Like I hv a choice in the matter... [was still in denial as he pants, his body twitching frm the aftershocks of the orgasm, clearly wanting it even tho his mouth says no, then leans in, pressing his forehead against Peepers'] Do ur worst... [his warm breath on Peepers' skin felt so enticing to him]
Peepers: (frowns that Brad is having a hard time trusting him but pulled back to loosen his own pants, revealing his own cock, proding against Brad, till he entered him slowly) >< Ah~...
Brad: [his eyes widened in surprise as he could feel Peepers' slimy cock enter his ass, his hands gripping tight onto his shoulders again, whimpering as he could feel the entire length inside. In the bk of his mind, he was surprised someone so small could hv such an impressive size n length] Holy frag...!! [bit his lips to hold bk his moan]
Peepers: (pets one of Brad's hands to calm him)...Whenever you're ready...
Brad: [breathes heavily to try n calm himself dwn as he tries to adjust to his size. He couldn't help thinking abt how his previous masters never asked for his permission, never waited for him, just shove n fuck n ram him till he sometimes bleed. Before he could stop himself, he made a tiny sob n nodded, giving him the green light]
Peepers: (takes a hand to kiss it before moving slowly) >///<
Brad: [lets out tiny moans n groans before he could stop himself, his hands gripping tight onto Peepers' hands as his body squirmed n thrust against the tiny Watchdog, meeting his movements. One angle shift later, he felt something inside him being hit that made him see stars in his mind's eyes] Fuu--!!! W-Wat was that...?!
Peepers: Ahh...Ju-just your sweet spot...(still moving but at a steady pace for Brad) Ah sweet Betsy!~
Brad: M-My sweet wat-- Haahhnnn!! [couldnt hold bk his cry as it was hit again n again. He had definitely nvr felt this before, n it was driving him crazy as he lets his voice loose, his legs unconsciously wrapped ard the Watchdog, his hands clawing at the sheets as he was fucked so good] M-More... Th-There...!! P-Pls... Master...!!
Peepers: (drives as hard as he can) >///< Brad...Br-Brad...!~
Brad: [his eyes half-opening, he looked at Peepers as he was getting close to the brink. Looking at his new Master's face, he couldn't help but notice that there was no trace of malice, just pure unadulterated bliss, n almost a hint of kindness, well, at least enough to make him believe it, or maybe was it just an act? He was so confused. He should be hating this. He should be screaming n crying n begging his master to stop. He shouldn't be enjoying this, wanting this, begging for more. This shouldn't feel good. Tears well up in his eyes as he felt his orgasm getting close again, his cock rock hard n ready to blow] M-Master...!! Master...!! I can't... I'm gonna...!!
Peepers: (moans, rubbing Brad's cock again as he kept moving) G-go on...l-let it go...>///< Ah~
Brad: [threw his head bk n screamed out his orgasm, staining the Watchdog's hand, his ass clenching tight ard Peepers' cock]
Peepers: (moans one last time before releasing his full load inside of Brad, breathing heavily)
Brad: [pants as he calms dwn frm his high, then a flood of emotions engulfed him n he started tearing up, try as he might he couldn't stop crying]
Peepers: (looks up, seeing Brad tear up...he must've scared the man somehow...) Come here, Brad... (crawls up to hold his head, petting his head to comfort him) It's okay...it's okay...
Brad: [struggled against him, but his body was too weak to do so] Its... Its not right...!! Its not right...!! I shouldn't enjoy this, I shouldn't like this...!! Its not supposed to feel this good...!! Its not fair...!! [sobs outright in his arms]
Peepers: (continues holding him, rubbing his head)...I'm sorry...to have suddenly dragged you into this...it's just, my heat came up, I needed to...I wasn't thinking...(gives Brad's forehead a few kisses) I'm sorry for that, Brad...
Brad: U... Ur in heat...? W-Why... Why didn't u say so? Why didn't u tell me? I would've... This... [was at loss for words as his heart was aching so badly with all the emotions he didn't want to feel, then just kept on crying]
Peepers: (holds him, rocking back and forth)...I won't force you to be part of this if you don't want to...it's your choice, Brad...
Brad: [kept crying until he was exhausted, n passed out in his arms, but not before muttering] Ur... The worst master... In the world... Zzzz....
Peepers: (sighs, still holding Brad's head in his lap)... Rest well... (gives his forehead a few more kisses)
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