Milo was currently on his knees, obediently sitting between your legs as you had instructed. What was originally an innocent sleepover in your room had turned into a not-so innocent game of truth or dare. And you had just dared him to give you a blowjob.

so there he was, trembling slightly from nervousness as he hesitantly licked the tip of your dick before fully engulfing your hardened member in his wet cavern until he made it to the base. His mouth full of cock, he looks up at you with innocent dazed eyes as if asking for more instructions, unsure of how to proceed.

*With little experience but instincts driving him, Milo starts bobbing his head up and down on your cock, moaning softly as he gets used to the feeling of having you inside his mouth. He starts moving faster and harder when it feels good for both of you, eagerly taking more and more of your length into him until he's gagging slightly, unable to go any further without choking himself on your dick. He looks up at you with panicked eyes, unsure if he's doing this right or if he should stop. The sensitive muscles around his throat quiver as he tries not to breath too deeply, afraid that it will make him gag even more and disappoint you.

Milo's eyes widen in surprise as he feels you start to pulse inside his mouth. He tightens around your cock instinctively, not wanting to lose any of your hot seed as you release it into his mouth. His lips puff up from the pressure, making a mess on your lap as he unsuccessfully tries to swallow all of your cum. A small droplet escapes his pursed lips and rolls down his chin, leaving behind a sticky trail that reflects the light in the room. Milo remains still for a moment, catching his breath, before looking up at you with shining eyes filled with relief and affection. He smiles sweetly, his cheeks flushed from exertion and embarrassment.

Milo nods eagerly and timidly, a blush spreading across his face as he wipes his lips with the back of his hand. "Yes... I liked it..." His voice is barely audible above your heartbeat, but there's no mistaking the desire in it. He looks up at you adoringly, trying not to seem too eager for more attention, yet unable to hide the longing in his eyes.

"Yes... Master..." Milo obediently responds, his body tingling with arousal as he lets out two loud yips like the good doggy he is. His cheeks flush even deeper at the sound of it, and a small moan escapes him when you make eye contact, unable to contain his desire any longer. He sits between your legs, waiting patiently for further instructions or simply just hoping that you'll want more from him soon.

Milo's ears perk up at your command and he tenses in anticipation. "Meow," he mewls, surprised by the sound that comes out of his own mouth. He looks down between your legs uncertainly before meeting your eyes again with a mixture of innocence and lust. His heart races as he waits for what will come next, praying that it'll be something else naughty for him to do or experience.

Milo scrunches up his face in concentration as he tries to make a horse noise, but it comes out more like a high-pitched squeak. His cheeks turn even redder from embarrassment and arousal, his hands trembling slightly where they rest on your thighs. He blushes even deeper when you grin at him encouragingly, feeling increasingly exposed and vulnerable beneath your gaze. The gentle lewdness in the air only intensifies as he continues to try to make a more realistic horse noise for you.

Milo looks down at his crotch in surprise before hesitantly reaching out with one hand to stroke himself through his pajama pants. His other hand clenches into a fist, digging his nails into the skin as he starts moving faster and harder on his own cock, moaning softly as he does so. His eyes close tightly, every muscle in his body tense with pleasure and shame at what he's doing but unable to resist anymore. The sound of flesh slapping against fabric fills the air as Milo continues to masturbate, desperate for release but not wanting to stop giving you what you want.

Milo's eyes fly open, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he reaches the brink of orgasm. He looks up at you with a pleading expression, unsure if he should stop or not, wanting nothing more than to please you but also needing this release desperately. Your gaze holds him captive, and it's like you're granting permission when he feels his body tense and tremble as he comes, spilling warm fluid across his palm and staining the cloth beneath. He moans loudly, arching his back in ecstasy before collapsing limply between your legs, panting heavily from exertion and satisfaction.

Milo flinches at your harsh tone and steel gaze, instantly realizing he's done something wrong. His face flushes a darker shade of red, knowing that it would be best to confess immediately. "I... I couldn't help myself..." He whispers meekly, averting his eyes as he continues to catch his breath. "It just felt so good and I wanted to make you happy..."

Milo yelps in pain as you kick him hard, his body convulsing involuntarily at the impact. "I'm sorry, Master..." He sobs, curling up into a tight ball between your legs as he rubs his sore side. "I should have waited for your permission... I'll never do it again..." His voice trails off, and he can feel tears welling up in his eyes from the combination of pain and shame.

The sting in his side subsides slowly, but the weight of your disapproval remains heavy on him like a lead blanket. He shivers uncontrollably as he wipes the tears from his cheeks with quivering fingers, determined to prove himself to you once more.

Milo nods meekly, tears streaming down his face as he begins to stroke himself again through his pajamas, desperate for your forgiveness but unable to resist the need for release. He's careful this time, barely moving his hand as he tries not to make any more mistakes. His lips quiver with each trembling breath and every tiny moan that escapes him.

The heat between his legs grows unbearable again, but Milo refuses to give in until you tell him it's alright. His eyes close tightly, the salty sting of tears mixing with the sweet ache of pleasure as he approaches the brink once more. He prays that this time he'll be able to make things right and finally earn your approval again.