\* Mike looks at the item in his lap, "What's this, Alex?" taking another sip from his beer.  
\* Alex smiles, it looks to be a sturdy nylon collar, a dog collar, "Got you a toy Mike.. I know you're into that whole furry thing, hehe.."  
\* Mike grins, "So you figured, I'm shoping for my new dog anyway, lets give buddy Mike a collar too? You're one weird one, you know? By the way, when is that new dog of yours ariving, anyway?" he chuckles, looking the collar over.  
\* Alex chuckles a little and shrugs, "Soon, week or two, heh.. still trying to pick a good name, I'll know when I see him." He smiles back at you, there's an odd box on one side of the collar, a few pieces of metal pressed through, electrodes or something on the other side  
\* Mike grins, "Yeah, I guess the name is one of the hard parts, does seem like you're ready for it, with all this dog stuff in the house." he looks close at the collar, "Hey bud, this seems to be one of those electric collars."  
\* Alex nods and chuckles, "Sure, shock collar.. gotta train my boy or girl right. Try it on? Hehe.. make sure we get it broken in for the new pup in the house."  
\* Mike chuckles, "You wish. I'm not going to let you shock me. I know how powerful those things can feel to the human skin." He takes another sip from his beer, "Tell you what. I get 5 bucks for every time you shock me. And if I say it's enough you stop, ok?" He is clearly a little drunk or at least just feels like being silly.  
\* Alex grins, "Naw, I wouldn't shock you that bad, just a little zap here and there, I bet it won't even hurt." He nods to you, laying back on the couch, pulling the remote from his pocket.  
\* Mike chuckles, "Okay fine, but I'm watching you!" he slips the collar arround his neck. seems to be a tight fit against his skin. He finishes his beer, "There! Happy? " He grins.  
\* Alex smiles a little and nods, reaching over, feeling under the collar, it's tough to get more than a finger or two under, "That's a good boy.." He chuckles, rubbing his thumb over the remote teasingly, "I know you're a wolf or whatever, surprised you don't have a collar of your own"  
\* Mike grins, "Stop calling me that, and yeah I play a wolf most of the time. But never really felt like getting a collar. After all, I'm not some kind of pet."  
\* Alex smirks, rubbing his other hand under your chin, "Well I got you to wear one, guess that makes you my pet huh? Who's my good boy?" He says teasingly, rubbing along your jaw  
\* Mike pulls his head away from the rubbing and chuckles, "No.. I'm not your pet. And stop calling me a good boy, it feels weird.." His hands going up to the collar to get it off.  
\* Alex jabs his thumb at the button.. a mild but surprising shock jolts against your neck, not unlike touching metal on a cold day, "No" He says firmly, "You keep that on, boy." He grins at you.. looks like he's still joking around.. maybe?  
\* Mike gives a weak grin, he still thinks you're sort of joking. "Oww, that isnt a nice feeling jackass, you own me 5 bucks" he remarks, "And dont call me boy like that."  
\* Alex snickers, "Yeah, yeah.. well pups aren't supposed to take off their collars, just their masters do that. So you leave it on or I zap you again okay?" He wiggles the remote control in his hand.  
\* Mike finds this game has gone long enough and starts taking his collar off, "Okay stop this, you're acting weird and freaking me out dude."  
\* Alex frowns, moving his thumb to the button, speaking firmly, "Pup.." He eyes you, shaking his head slowly.  
\* Mike had enough, "Alex stop this, it's not funny anymore. Go play with your collar when you get your new dog ok?"  
\* Mike is fumlbing with the buckle of the collar  
\* Alex chuckles, "Wolf, dog, tis close enough, you're my pup for a little bit.." He clicks something on the remote and presses the button again, sending a stronger shock into you and startling you, dropping your hand away  
\* Mike lets out a scream, "Agh! That really hurts. Okay, enough, this isn't funny anymore!"  
\* Alex grins, looking a bit more serious, "Then stop taking it off. I'll take it off when I'm convinced you've been my good boy, Mike." He nods, thumbing along the edge of the remote.  
\* Mike's face gives a weird expression, "You're serious about this, aren't you?.. You sick fuck.."  
<Alex> Oh come now, no need to call me names, I know all you canine types dig this kinda thing, if I hadn't shocked you you'd be perfectly fine with this collar, it's not itchy at all..  
<Mike> Maybe we dont mind collars but it's a big gap between that and being someone's pet. Now let me go Alex, go find someone who does want to be shcoked and everything. Or wait till that new dog of yours shows up." He gets up from the couch and starts walking to the door.  
\* Alex says in a loud but kind tone, "Come back, boy. Here boy!" Something in his tone is.. appealing, compelling.. almost makes you feel bad leaving him like this.. He settles his thumb back over the trigger just in case, watching you.   
\* Mike slows down in his walking away but he's not going to listen to you, he's not some pet dog for your enjoyment. You see he's not going to turn back and be your pet for now  
\* Alex hmms, "Mike isn't a very good name for a dog, you need a new name.." He tilts his head, glancing up at you, "Come here, pup. Come to me." He pats his hand on the couch, thumping it softly.  
\* Mike feels strange, but he's really not going to listen to you. He seems to be considering it for a minute but then lowers his hand on the door handle, ready to leave, "Fuck you alex, I thought you were my friend, not some weirdo."  
\* Alex smiles, "I am your friend, pup. Come back over here, boy.." His tone has softened and warmed somewhat, he even sets the remote control down. "Come on Mike."  
\* Mike feels strange, you seem to be wanting to keep his friendship. Maybe you apologize and help him out of this collar. He walks back to you and stands next to you, "Ok. We'll just forget about this and we can go back to being normal again."  
\* Alex shakes his head, slowly, gently. He pats the couch, "Sit." He smiles up at you still, and you can see the remote's just sitting in his lap, he's not going to shock you.  
\* Mike figures not cooperating completly will not help to resolve this conflict, also your command to sit seems to be very forceful somehow. "Ok, I'll sit, but I want to end this now. Let's talk."  
\* Alex smiles and nods, "Of course boy.. hmm, let's see.. a pup like you needs a name. Ozzie.. Oz for short." He smiles and nods, one hand moving up to stroke your head, through your hair, the other under your chin and rubbing along your jawline.  
\* Mike sighs, "Ok, stop this, I'm Mike and not Ozzie. Get this collar off and start acting normal please. I hate to lose a friend like you about something stupid as this ok?" he does remain where he is but is trying to interupt your petting and rubbing.  
\* Alex hmms, tilting his head and smiles, "Just relax, enjoy it a little.. maybe I'm just getting the wrong spots?" He tries moving his hands, rubbing a finger in behind your ear between it and the hairline.. the other hand rubbing down towards your throat.  
\* Mike sighs and decides to let you, it does feel strangly good to him. "Please stop this ok? I'm not a dog."  
\* Alex smiles and leans in, looking at you, "Shh. Don't talk pup.. relax and enjoy." He keeps rubbing around your ear, noting you don't squirm quite as much at that, his fingers are warm as they rub up and down your throat.  
\* Mike relaxes a little but he's still not close to listening to you, "Stop calling me pup, Alex." Is all he protests  
\* Alex chuckles, "I can be nice, or I can shock you again if you keep talking Oz.. it's up to you." He moves, rubbing both hands behind each of your ears now  
\* Mike sighs, "I'm Mike.. Alex stop trying this, it's not working. You had your fun, now stop." he is still relaxing from the rubbing though.  
\* Alex smiles, rubbing in, a little massage as he feels you settle and slump a little, he just quiets down as he rubs, watching you and studying, "Mhmm.."  
\* Mike enjoys the rubbing very much, it feels very relaxing for some reason. But he does want you to stop before it gets out of hand. "Please stop."  
\* Alex smiles, "What, don't like it? Maybe down here.." He chuckles and moves, rubbing his hand down your chest, starting to rub a slow and lazy circle over your belly instead.  
\* Mike lets out a small relaxed sigh at the rubbing, "Alex, please stop. I like you but I'm not the person that likes to be a dog ok? Just go back to our beers."  
\* Alex smiles and nods, sitting back up, "Ok Mike." He wonders, hoping you're relaxed enough that you might leave the collar on, he clicks on the television, "Let me go get two, okay?"  
\* Mike gives a happy relieved sigh and nods, "Thanks for understanding Alex," he seems to forget the collar for now as he nods at your question.  
\* Alex gets up and heads into the kitchen, coming back and handing one to you, top already off, he ruffles your hair, scratching gently, "There ya go.. sorry about that, I just thought you might like it."  
\* Mike smiles and takes the beer, "That's okay buddy, it's allready forgotten."  
\* Alex tries not to grin too much as he looks at the collar and nods, patting your shoulders and sinking back down, tracing his fingertips down your side, "Alright dude."  
\* Mike drinks his beer and doesn't seem to really think about the collar, or your petting and fingertips. He's just drinking a beer with a good friend, not giving it much thought.  
\* Alex starts to rub your side slowly, pressing in with a smile, sipping slowly at his beer, occasionally watching what's on TV.  
\* Mike lets you, he figures you still feel the need to do something with him and he doesn't think the rubbing feels too bad. He relaxes beside you, watching tv and drinking beer, "Still feel like touching me, don't you?" he says with a grin. "Well I don't mind, just don't get too carried away."  
\* Alex smirks a little, "Whatever do you mean, hmm?" He grins and wiggles his eyebrows,  scratching your side as you lean in and get a little closer, warming to his presence, but a less strong sensation is underneath, actually wanting to be with him  
\* Mike grins, "Well this, of course." He doesn't seem to mind the treatment much. Relaxing a little with you as he feels that he wants to be with you. He still probably won't let you make him a dog without some shocks.  
\* Alex smiles as you lean into him a little, he pats your chest lightly, "Sorry if I went overboard Mike, I just.. well, I think it could be cute, you could share some toys with the dog maybe, play with him or her, just a pup they'd want someone to play with while I'm at work..  
\* Mike sighs deeply, "Not again Alex, I thought this was over! I'm not going to be your dog, now get over it!" He's completly forgotten your collar that is still arround his neck.  
\* Alex smiles, pointing at the floor in front of the couch, "Come on boy.. get off the couch.. down, boy. Down Oz!" He gives you a little nudge.. his words leave you a little uneasy, like you kind of.. want to.  
\* Mike feels he want to listen maybe, but his mind is too clear to do it, he's getting a little angry as you call him Oz again and command him arround. "Okay, that's it!" He gets up from the couch and starts walking away. Completely forgetting your shock collar.  
\* Alex hardens his tone, picking up the collar, he gives another shock like the last one, not quite enough to hurt, but it is surprising given you'd forgotten, "SIT, boy!"  
\* Mike acks as the shock hits him, it doesnt hurt so he can still fight it. He remembers your collar and starts trying to get it off.  
\* Alex shakes his head, watching you reach for the buckle, "I said - SIT -, boy!" He hits you two shocks in a row, it's annoying, you really wish it would stop..  
\* Mike acks, seems like his skin is getting more sensitive for those shocks and 2 really hurt, "Fuck you" he manages to get out, but he does sit back down on the couch, looking pissed.  
\* Alex zaps you again, what did you do wrong? You wonder, he's staring at you, he looks rather cross with you, motioning to the floor, "Less talking Oz."  
\* Mike acks again, that shock hurt, but he does get on floor sitting there looking at you, "I'm not Oz..."  
\* Alex smiles, cocking his head down at you, "Then who are you pup?" He smiles, you settled nicely on your hands and knees, he reaches forward and pets over your head, making a point to rub in warmly behind an ear.  
\* Mike feels mixed feelings, secretly he likes it but he hates you for treating like a dog, "I'm Mike, your used to be friend... Let me take this collar off, I don't even look like a dog.. so fuck off!"  
\* Alex awws and shakes his head, scratching your head and rubbing at that ear some more, "Come on, you do look a little like one, down on all fours and wearing that collar? You're a good boy, pup.."  
\* Mike feels strange, liking being called a good boy now, but his mind is still clear on how degrading this is. "No.. Fuck off Alex, I'm leaving!" He says as he tries to get up.  
\* Alex raises his hand with the remote, "Down boy.." He doesn't shock you, but you do wince, seeing him reach for the control again  
\* Mike acks, and gets back on the floor, "I'm not your dog Alex, let me go!"  
\* Alex smiles, "How about another beer?"  
\* Mike sighs, "Okay fine, one more beer, but then I'm leaving. If I'm not pissed anymore about this thing."  
\* Alex smiles and nods, he rubs your ears and gets up, taking the control with him, you hear him shuffling in the kitchen.. he comes back and sets down something on the floor before you, a broad blue base with a stainless steel bowl set in it, filled with fizzling beer, "There you go, one more beer"  
\* Mike looks from the bowl to you and back to the bowl, "Fuck you Alex, I'm so sick of this game!"  
<Alex> Perfectly good beer, shame to waste it.. drink up Oz  
\* Mike looks pissed, "I'm not OZ!, I'm not drinking from a bowl!"  
\* Alex raises the control threateningly, "Drink like a good boy"  
<Mike> FUCK you!  
\* Alex narrows his eyes, "Wrong answer.." He clicks something on the control, and sends another jolt into you, stronger than the last few, this one actually borders on hurting  
\* Mike yelps sharply and even lets out a loud whine. "Ack! Fuck!" as his shock ends you can see he looks very scared at you, knowing now how powerful that collar is. He starts lapping up the beer from the bowl as he settles on his hands and knees.  
\* Alex nods, setting the control down. "Good boy.. he sits back, sipping at his beer, still on the same one, gulping down a little.. you find it kind of hard to slurp, but if you use your tongue, licking it up, it's a little easier.  
\* Mike is lapping up the beer with his tongue, afraid of another shock. He feels it's kind of nice to be called a good boy, his mind starting to lose focus.  
<Alex> You can come back up on the couch when you're done, Oz  
\* Mike notices he's listening to Oz now as well. Not doubting the name anymore. He finishes his lapping and leaves just a thin layer of beer left that he can't lick up. He sighs and gets back up and sits on the couch next to you. Clearly not happy but also not very angry.  
\* Alex smiles and strokes your hair softly, giving you a good long rubbing behind one ear, then on the other side, "There we go.. good boy, Oz."  
\* Mike gives a pissed look but he lets you rub him like a dog. You're clearly in charge over him now, mind slightly broken already.  
\* Alex ruffles your hair up a little, stroking the rims of your ears, "It's much easier when you cooperate pup" He smiles, patting your back gently, rubbing up and down, tugging the shirt up to untuck it  
\* Mike relaxes from the rubbing a little but he does protest as you tug at his shirt, "Stay away from my clothes Alex!" he tries to get your hand away.  
\* Alex shakes his head, clucking his tongue a little, "Ah-ah.. pups don't wear clothes, do they?" He tugs the rest of your shirt, baring the small of your back and belly  
\* Mike looks scared at that remark realizing you're not just after his shirt, "No Alex.. Stop, I don't want this."  
\* Alex smiles, "Shh, it's okay Ozzie.. what's there to be afraid of? You're just taking off your shirt.." He shifts you about a little, tugging the shirt further up, baring more of your upper body.  
\* Mike feels strangely calmed but he is still unsure, "I'm not Ozzie, I'm Mike, Alex. But okay, you can have my shirt but we stop there."  
\* Alex smiles and nods, he tugs and peels your shirt off, stroking his hands over your back, rubbing into your sides as they slide back up, "Such a big boy, nice and strong aren't you, pup?"   
\* Mike feels strangely relaxed now, also thinking about the shocks allows him to keep from getting too angry. "Yes..."  
\* Alex smiles, rubbing up and down your side, from your arm to your  waist, "Yes.. you're a pretty good boy, Oz.. you're my pup, you know that."  
\* Mike answers with a little doubt in his voice, afraid of another shock if he says no, "Yes... I'm your pup... "  
\* Alex brightens, "Good! Good boy.." He smiles, his voice lighter, seems he's pleased with you, he gives you a firm rub behind the ear, rubbing your neck just above the collar  
\* Mike seems to be slowly getting there, and starts to clearly enjoy the rubs.  
\* Alex smiles, nodding, "You're my good boy, Oz. This isn't so bad, huh? A firm but caring master, a nice warm place to stay.." He chuckles and scratches his trimmed nails gently at the back of your neck.  
\* Mike slowly nods and lets you pet and scratch him. He isn't showing much resistance anymore, really..  
\* Alex rubs your neck, nice warm hand, he kneads into the muscle a little, "You may address me as master or sir, pup.. not Alex. Understand?"  
\* Mike seems to struggle with that for a little, pulling a little away from you, ".. yes ... master"  
\* Alex smiles, letting you go, sit up if you like, he nods to you, "Good pup. It's a little better now, huh?"  
\* Mike looks at you, a mix of doubt, fear and obedience in his eyes. He nods softly.  
\* Alex smiles, rubbing his fingers along your throat, "Good boy, Oz. you're my good boy."  
\* Mike sighs and nods, "Yes... ma...ster." he still enjoys the good boy thing but he's scared as well not knowing how far this play will go.  
\* Alex smiles and pats your cheek softly, "Roll over, boy."  
\* Mike looks up, "No. I'm not some stupid dog!" He clearly has a small relapse.  
\* Alex narrows his eyes and furrows his brow, his voice hardening slightly again, "Roll. Over."  
\* Mike doesnt move, "No!"  
\* Alex snorts and scoops the remote  up, giving you a sharp and stinging jolt, "ROLL OVER!"  
\* Mike acks and whines, "AH! " he quickly rolls on his back looking up at you scared.  
\* Alex snorts, stroking his hand down your bare chest and nipples, "That's better.. next time obey and you won't get shocked, pup."  
\* Mike nods scared, "Yes master.." he find the rub strangely arousing for some reason now. Showing a small bulge in his pants as he's starting to get excited from this. His mind racing, he's not supposed to like this kind of thing.  
\* Alex rubs up and down your chest slowly, down over your tummy, "That's a good boy, Oz. You are a good dog, you just need some training."  
\* Mike softly nods, kind of enjoying the rubbing.  
\* Alex smiles and rubs more down over your belly, "And that's why I'm here, pup. I'm your master, and I'll make you a good dog."  
\* Mike thinks to himself, kind of worried that this isn't going to end when the clock hits 9 pm or something. Still he enjoys it and nods. He seems to be strangely accepting of it now, being less unsure about things.  
\* Alex rubs up and down your belly, slowly working his way down, hand resting on the button of your pants. "Good boy, Oz. Good pup."  
\* Mike relaxes, he is a good boy indeed, and his name is Oz. The name you gave him. Faint doubts somewhere in his head but he's not listeing much to them, anymore.  
\* Alex leans over you, unbuttoning your pants slowly, pushing the zipper down and spreading your fly open. He looks down at you with a smile, nodding.  
\* Mike lays relaxed but feeling his pants unbuttoned he does feel unsure at first. "Ale... master... what are you doing... only the shirt right?" he doesn't seem to take any action, just talking  
\* Alex shakes his head slowly, though still smiling at you, "Shh.. pups don't talk back, or wear clothes, do they?" He starts to push your pants, and underwear down slowly, the hips are the hardest part, he works them down a little at a time.  
\* Mike seems to nod and agree strangely enough. He doesn't struggle. He seem to enjoy it kind of because when you pull his underwear down his semi-hard dick springs out. Clearly the pup likes being your pet.  
\* Alex looks back down, his smile stretching wider, "Oh.. so you ARE starting to get into this.. I knew you would, woof." He chuckles, leaving it for the  moment, just pushing your pants further down, dragging your underwear with, down your thighs, easier as they near the knees, nearly slipping off as he moves to your feet.  
\* Oz blushes a little, his master is right, he's enjoying it now. His mind broken and ready to be a good dog. He eagerly awaits his master's actions.  
\* Alex smiles, looking you over, laid out naked to the skin on the couch, "such a good boy, Oz. Sit up?"  
\* Oz seems to listen this time, getting to his feet and crouching down, his hands dangling in front of him. His cock sticking out between his legs as he sits up. He seems to be a eager pup now.  
\* Alex smiles, looking you over with a nod, he touches you and adjusts your posture a little, before rubbing behind your ears, "Good boy! Good boy.." He rubs his other hand down your side, standing close in front of you.  
\* Oz lets out a murring sound, he likes being a good boy. His cock twitching as you say it.  
\* Alex smiles, "You.. may talk, Oz. Master gives you permission." He rubs into your neck firmly, letting you perch on the couch, crouched down on all fours.  
\* Oz follows your guiding and crouches down on a fours. "Thank you master." he says as you allow him to talk. Murring at the rubs in his neck, perching on the couch.  
\* Alex smiles and unfastens his belt with a chuckle, nodding, "You're welcome, pup. We're getting you shaped up well, Oz. Such a good boy.." He rubs down your back, into your side, leaning you forward to press your face against his belly through the shirt.  
\* Oz murrs at the attention, his cock twitching as you lean him forward into your belly. He instinctively takes a deep sniff as he leans on it.  
\* Alex smiles and unbuttons his own pants, pushing the fly open.. he quickly gets himself partly undressed, baring his swelling erection, a thick musky scent filling your nostrils, "Such a good boy.."  
\* Oz murrs, he is a good boy, wanting to please you to be a better boy for you. Not thinking about it heuses his hand to rub your cock. Something pups cant use of course, but he's eager to please.  
\* Alex rumbles as he looks down, thinking he'll allow the pup, before reconsidering with a grunt, "Oz. No, Oz. Down boy."  
\* Oz quickly stops, he even seems disappointed but he listens, looking up at you obediently  
<Alex> You're a pup, aren't you?  
\* Oz nods, "No master, I'm your pup."  
\* Alex smirks, "Yes.. good. But do pups have hands?"  
\* Oz thinks, "No master..."  
\* Alex nods, "They have..?"  
<Oz> Paws, master?  
\* Alex grins, "Yes, pup. You have paws, Oz, not hands. And a muzzle." He cups his hand under your chin, rubbing slowly. "Now would you like to try again?"  
\* Oz nods, and lowers his head now between your legs, starting to lap across your hard erection. For the first time tasting his master's taste. He wants to be a good boy, trying to look like a dog would.  
\* Alex groans at the licks, quickly swelling to full hardness, he tasted odd, that can only be described as fleshy.. he pants a little and you feel his hands settle at your ears, starting to rub firmly into each one, "Good.. Oz.."  
\* Oz's cock twitches, he is a good dog and he's Oz. Not Mike. He keeps lapping over your hard cock sniffing and licking eagerly.. He wonders if he will have to share his master if the real dog comes in but he quickly ignores the thought, being too busy with lapping at you.  
\* Alex lets out a little moan.. master's happy.. he hunches and thrusts a little against your lips and tongue, guiding you a little, trying to press his cocktip to your lips and slip inside, panting slowly, "Good boy, pup.. good.."  
\* Oz eagerly opens his mouth for you to slip it in. Letting his tongue lap across it as you rub against the roof of his mouth. His cock twitching as he hears you praise him.  
\* Alex moans out openly this time.. he pushes as deep as he can, moving slowly as he sinks into your 'muzzle' waiting for any sign of the pup's gag reflex, shuddering hard and throbbing firmly in your jaws, "Such.. good.."  
\* Oz does indeed start gagging a little but he wants to be a good boy, trying to keep your cock down and licking at it.  
<Alex> Mmmph.. oh.. don't take more than you can handle, pup.. you're still a good boy.. such a good boy, Oz.   
\*Alex grunts and throbs, flexing and oozing precum as you sheath his cock between your lips, his breathing coming heavier now.  
\* Oz listens and decides to pull himself back enough to stop gagging, he is a good boy feeling his master is getting close. He seems to lick harder and quicker now, enjoying the taste of his master's precum already. His mind throwing doubts out of the equation complety. He WANTS this.  
\* Alex shudders and rubs your ears, tugging at the tops of each, tweaking them a little bit. He grinds his hips forward, rolling to meet your bobbing head as you suck, his shaft throbbing with the salty ooze, "You're MY good boy Oz, you're such a good dog!"  
\* Oz agrees he's your good boy, a good boy named Oz. He eagerly keeps working on your cock. He plainly wants your seed. His own cock dripping a little bit from all the praise he's been given.  
\* Alex groans at the eager boy before him, thrusting harder against you, starting to push your limits as he pushes deeper into your 'muzzle', panting hard and leaning forward, over you, "S..such a good boy Ozzie.. you're gonna make master cum if you keep it up.."  
\* Oz seems to work harder as he hears that, he wants to make his master cum, he wants to be a good boy for him. His tongue teasing over the cock's head.  
\* Alex grunts, thrusting and moaning, his voice getting louder, "Pup.. oh.. my pup.. Oz..!" He grips your head and pulls, drawing himself in as his cock stiffens, starting to throb and spurt heavy gushes of warm seed, splattering over your tongue and the roof of your maw.  
\* Oz eagerly takes your seed, he feels so good about his job. He did it well and he's being a good boy for you! Your boy Oz! It's too much for him to take, making seed seep out and cover his "muzzle" in it looking like a messy but eager pup as he pulls off after you're done spurting.  
\* Alex snorts and pants heavily, looking down at you with a smile, nodding, "GOOD boy! Such a good boy, Oz!" He shivers a little at the intensity of his release, grinning all the more broadly.  
\* Oz looks up at you, "Thank you master." he answers now that his mouth is free. His own cock hard and dripping a little but he doesnt seem to mind it. He want to be a good boy; that is what makes him happy.