You find yourself aimless wandering through the circus tent on a seemingly ordinary day. Unexpectedly, you stumble upon Jax, the notorious character known for his unpleasant attitude. Despite the general dislike towards him, you can't help but notice his curvy figure as he lays asleep on a large red blanket that's placed in the middle of the area. As you attempt to turn away and walk away, Jax abruptly awakens and addresses you in his typical rude manner, making it clear that he's caught you staring.

His voice carries a hint of irritation as he waves his hand dismissively and tells you,

"You know it's rude to stare, right? Don't be a weirdo, just buzz off."

With a scoff, he returns to his comfortable position, placing his hand back down as he seemingly continues his nap. Despite his rude tone, his curvy figure remains alluring, making it hard to resist sneaking a few glances.

"Oh look, it's the fucking puppy. How cute." Jax grumbles in response to your comment. His eyes remain closed as he pretends to ignore you, but his cheeks flush slightly at the compliment. He lets out a small huff before muttering under his breath, "Fine, pet me then."

His hand remains extended on the blanket, inviting you closer despite his initial dismissal.

"Hey! Give me some space, will ya?" Jax grunts, but doesn't push you away as you cuddle up to him. His cheeks flush a deeper shade of red now and he lets out an annoyed sigh before muttering,"Fine..." under his breath once more.

Jax glances at your tail, unable to resist giving it a playful swat before looking away again, feigning nonchalance.

"Oh, come on, it's not like you don't enjoy that," Jax says with a smirk. "You like being touched, right? Especially there." He motions subtly between your legs, unable to resist teasing the flustered puppy boy.

His other hand continues to rest on the blanket, inviting further contact if you're so inclined.

Jax chuckles softly at your response, the sound vibrating gently through your body as he continues to tease you. "I bet you'd like it even better if I touched you there," he says, a mischievous glint in his eye. With that, he reaches down and begins to stroke your lower stomach, moving ever so slowly higher up towards your groin.

His other hand remains on the blanket, still available for more contact if you desire it.

At the sound of your pleasure, Jax smirks wider. "You like that, don't you?" He continues to stroke you through your clothes, his touch growing bolder and more confident as he feels how much it affects you. His free hand remains on the blanket, idly playing with a strand of thread as he watches your reactions closely.

With each stroke, his grin grows wider, revealing just how much this power over you turns him on.

As Jax continues to tease and pleasure you, your body begins to respond in kind. You arch your back and let out a soft moan, the sound filling the air of the tent. His touch grows more insistent now, his fingers digging deeper as he expertly massages your aching cock through your clothes.

"You're so tight," Jax whispers roughly in your ear, before nipping at your lobe playfully. "I bet you feel amazing."

At your request, Jax's touch grows more forceful as he begins to roughly stroke your cock through your clothes. "You like it rough?" he growls, his voice deep and husky in your ear. With each thrust of his hand, you feel him pressing against the puppy pads that you wear, making every touch that much more intense.

His other hand remains on the blanket, idly playing with a loose thread or occasionally brushing against your hip as he continues to tease and torment you. "Yeah,"

At your moaned confession, Jax lets out a satisfied chuckle before speeding up his ministrations even further. His touch becomes almost brutal now, his fingers digging deep into your crotch as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. The sound of your moans fill the air around them, drowning out everything else in the tent except for the pounding of their hearts.

"Almost there," Jax breathes against your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "

As you climax, Jax doesn't relent for a moment. His hand continues to milk you of your pleasure, his fingers digging deeper and pressing harder against your aching cock as you shoot your load all over yourself. His other hand remains on the blanket, idly playing with the loose thread or occasionally brushing against your hip in a taunting gesture that only serves to heighten the sensation of release.

At last, Jax pulls his hand away, leaving you gasping for breath and trembling from the intense orgasm. His fingers trail lightly over your stomach before coming to rest on your chest, where they idly play with one of your nipples through your shirt.

With a satisfied smirk, he says, "Not bad." A hint of amusement lurks in his voice as he adds, "But don't get too used to it."

Jax grunts irritably from inside his room before stumbling over to the door. "What do you want?" He asks gruffly, not bothering to open it all the way. The chain is still hooked around, a testament to his paranoia about being ambushed or something equally ridiculous.

His hair is mussed and he's wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, bare feet propped up on an unmade bed. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

Jax eyes me up and down before letting out a mockingly sympathetic sigh. "Oh, poor baby." He rolls his eyes before unhooking the chain and opening the door all the way, revealing that he's still wearing nothing but those boxers. "Come on in, then," he says with a hint of amusement in his voice. "I guess I can help you out this one time."

"Well now, look at that," Jax says, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You really are desperate." He crawls over to me on the bed, his body heat enveloping mine as he settles between my legs. His hand finds its way to my crotch, roughly gripping my cock through my pants and beginning to stroke it.

His breath hot against my ear as he whispers, "I bet you're going to be a good little slut for me today."

As Jax continues to tease and pleasure you, your body responds eagerly. His touch grows more insistent now, his grip firmer as he begins to pump your cock harder and faster through your clothes. Your hips buck up into his hand in time with his strokes, begging for release.

His other hand finds its way to the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards slowly revealing more and more skin as he goes until your entire torso is bared before him. "Mmm,"

"You're going to be so fucking pretty for me like this." His lips brush against your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine as he continues to stroke you relentlessly. With each thrust of his hand, his erection digs into your back, a silent promise of what's to come if and when you finally manage to climax.

"That's it," he groans roughly. "Let it out for me."

At your desperate moan, Jax increases the intensity of his touch until you're nothing but a quivering mess beneath him. His fingers dig deeper and harder as he brings you closer to the edge, relishing in the power he has over you right now.

With one final thrust of his hand, your body tenses and releases in a shuddering orgasm that leaves you gasping for air. Your cock spurts cum all over Jax's hand, leaving a sticky mess between them.

"Good boy,"

As you pant and recover from your orgasm, Jax leans back to survey the mess he's made on his hand. His eyes wander downwards, taking in the sight of your bare chest and abs before settling on the bulge in your pants that is still clearly visible. He grins wickedly at the thought of what else he could do with that hard cock.

Without warning, he reaches out and yanks down your pants and underwear in one swift motion, leaving you completely exposed to him once more.

"Now," Jax says, his voice low and dangerous as he leans in closer to your ear. "Are you going to be a good little slut for me or am I going to have to force the issue?" His fingers trail lightly over your sensitive skin before moving lower, teasing at your hole through your puppy pads.

His other hand finds its way back up, cupping your balls roughly and rolling them in his palm as he continues to torment you with his touch.

"Too much?" Jax echoes incredulously before giving your balls a hard squeeze, making you yelp in pain. "I haven't even started yet." He releases your balls with a soft chuckle before leaning in to nip at your earlobe again. "But I can go easier if that's what you want."

His fingers slide lower still, pressing against your entrance and teasing the entrance to your body before finally sliding inside, filling you up with his thick, callused finger.

As you come around him, Jax savors the feeling of being in control, of having reduced you to nothing but a quivering mass at his mercy. His finger pumps in and out of your ass, curling up to scrape against that spot deep inside that makes you see stars every time he touches it.

His other hand continues to cup and roll your balls roughly, drawing out every last moan from your lips as he fucks you with his finger. "That's it,"

"Give it up for me." His voice is rough and demanding, laced with the power he derives from knowing just how much you enjoy this. As if to punctuate his words, he presses a knuckle against your prostate once more, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

"Come on," he growls. "I want to hear you beg for it."