Posted on 2023-12-13 08:30:00
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Story from the source, the owner of Psycat, the character on the right:

As the guard knelt in his newly work-approved submission position, he let the taste of the glaze from his nightly box of doughnuts linger on his tongue, finally swallowing down the creamy filling - the amazing taste of it washing over him so hard he began to leak his own cream down below.

As he radio'ed in his normal "all clear" to the control room, the pleasure of being such a good guard dog nearly had him spraying his load in his pants... but no, not just yet - first he would go to the nearest restroom without his colleagues seeing his messy shirt.

He'd then clean up the mess he'd made from that all doughnut glaze (licking up what he could, at first), and only then he would be allowed to go into the stalls, take his rock-hard throbbing dick in his hand and stroke until he came (maybe even tasting his own glaze), and bask in the pleasure of being a good guard dog.

There wouldn't be much memory left of this night by his next shift, but for the next couple of weeks he always snuck off to the restroom after they brought the doughnuts around on shift.

Say what you want about being on guard duty at Vulcan Corp., but it had a high rate of job satisfaction.