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 No.15190

I started a new thread so I could tag it. Original thread is here: https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/15167.html#15186

I'm using the name KittyBoy because of the suggestion that I call these folks "pets". I've written out the first chapter- not a lot happens, it's mostly set-up.

Notes: I got the name "Cupcake" off a cat name generator.

Chapter 1

Cupcake was excited. He sat on his master's lap, playing with the fabric of his shirt, trying to force himself to keep his attention on the screen in front of him. He was supposed to be helping- perhaps more than helping, perhaps actually working this out himself. And he wanted to- had every intention of actually doing it- but he had already looked over all the information, and he found the review boring.

They were all cute enough, but none of them really stood out- they couldn't be expected to, really. Cupcake had experience and a bond that had taken years to form, an identity that he had carved out for himself. It was ridiculous to expect someone so young and, in his opinion, stupid, to step in and fill the niche he had created. He didn't envy them.

His mind kept wandering to his eventual death; the thing that actually generated excitement. His master had asked him what he wanted, but he wasn't sure... All he knew was that he wanted to be immortalized, to be preserved. He wanted some part of him to stay here, in this house, so that whatever new pet his master got would know that he had been here before, that he was irreplacable, that he was the first.

He was leaning toward taxidermy, but if he did that, he wanted to be in perfect shape for it. He wanted to look so good that it would be impossible to live up to. He thought that he was already close- he had had years of tight waisting that molded him into a shape that was so nearly perfect he had come to rely on the corset for support. He couldn't even stand or support himself without it, but he never took it off because why in the world would anyone do that? The results were more than worth the negligeable trade-off.

He felt a sudden tightening around the head of his cock, where it was held prone by the cage, and arched his back, instinctively thrusting out his chest. He grabbed at the back of his chair and spread his legs to give his master better access.

"You're not paying attention," his master warned, and Cupcake giggled.

"I'm sorry, master," he sighed, and slid one hand from the back of the chair to cup his face, "I just... I feel so sorry for you."

"Why is that, pet?" His master asked as he slid his hand slowly down the shaft, caressing the skin between the straps as Cupcake's erection fought against them.

"Because," Cupcake explained, but he lost his train of thought and his whole body went rigid as his master's hand closed around his balls. They were stretched away from his body by the collar attached to the leather cock-cage, and kept extra sensitive by years of abuse, and by the fun things his master brought him- creams that you rub on, drugs that you inject or swallow- things in food or drinks that he had never even known about. Now they were swollen and beautiful, but even the slight grazing or restriction of clothing hurt- actual pressure shot through him like real electricity, and his muscles seized as if he had really been shocked.

His master chuckled deep in his chest, and squeezed.

Cupcake had never tried not to scream or cry- his master liked it. He had told him that he was allowed to beg, to ask for anything. It wouldn't always be granted, but he could always ask. Cupcake was happy that his master still loved him, still liked his reactions, still desired them enough to play with him, and thought of how well trained he had been, how close they were- and wondered if it would be possible to make his balls look swollen or bruised after he had been stuffed. He would ask about it later, after the pain was over and he could trust himself to speak again.

Eventually, the pain did stop- he was sore, but the electricity died down, and his chest unseized enough for him to breath. He took as deep a breath as he could with the comforting hold of the corset, and it came out as a sob that sounded beautiful against the jingling of his collar.

"You're gorgeous when you cry," his master said, wiping a tear from his cheek, and Cupcake smiled at him, and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, master."

"Now, finish your sentences," His master told him, as he rested his hands on his inner thighs and held them open. Cupcake snuggled into his chest and held the position perfectly.

"Oh," he said, trying to remember what they had been talking about, and glanced at the screen. Right! All the boys- his replacement that he was supposed to find. "I was thinking about how sorry I felt for you- having to train someone new, to start all over, after you seemed so happy with me. Part of me doesn't want to leave you."

"It isn't your fault, darling," his master assured him. "I know you would stay with me forever, if you could. Believe me, I have cherished our time together. But no one can live forever. Is that what's distracting you? Guilt?"

"A little bit," Cupcake confessed, and rested his weight on his thighs, on the arms of the office chair, as his master held him by one hand around his slim waist. He heard the sound of a zipper, and giggled again.

"Maybe this will help you focus," his master suggested, and Cupcake leaned forward to open his favorite desk drawer. The lube inside wasn't his favorite- it burned more than 'heated', which is what it advertized- but he couldn't let his master go in dry. That was a good way for his master to get hurt as much as he did. So he balanced as his master held him by a waist so small his hands nearly engulfed it, and spread a thin layer on his cock. He wasn't /exactly/ finished when his master bucked up at the same time he shoved Cupcake down, but he was close enough- as close as he was going to get.

He filled him perfectly, as if he had been designed for it- and in a way, he had. He had been trained since his coming-of-age on his master's dick in particular, and now he felt empty without it. Sometimes they would just sit like this, without fucking. His master had a perfect replica made that he sometimes kept inside him for hours, until he had become accustomed, until he felt empty, naked, and unsatisfied without it. Until he had formed an addiction.

"Does that feel better, my little cumdumpster?" His master asked, moving one had from his waist to his hair, to force him backward, to cuddle the back of his head.

"So much better," Cupcake purred, "Thank you, master."

"I almost named you that," His master said, as if he had been overcome with nostalgia. "Cumdumpster."

"I remember," Cupcake giggled. He didn't like how sad his master got when he brough up memories of their early life. It made him think that he might be sad that he was going to die, that he really would miss him. Cupcake didn't want that- he wanted him to remember how good he had been, all the fun they had had together. He wanted to be a happy memory.

So he suggested, "Maybe you can name your new pet 'Cumdumpster'."

"I don't know," his master sighed, "It's kind of cliche. And not that cute." After a beat he continued, "I'm going to miss you."

"You'll feel better when you get a new pet," Cupcake promised, and ground down, trying to get as much of his master inside of him as he could.

"No one will ever replace you," his master promised, and nibbled at his ear.

Cupcake giggled.

"But I know I can't go without... if I pick one out, I'm afraid I won't take care of it. It'll wind up like a rent boy- just something for me to take my..." he was going to say 'grief out on', but it was stupid to grieve a pet. He knew when he got Cupcake that he wouldn't live forever. He knew he would have to put him down eventually. He had never really intended to like him as much as he did. "Something I might kill. If you pick it out, I think it'll have a better chance."

"Ok." Cupcake leaned forward and looked at the screen, apparently satisfied that he was as full as he was going to get. "They all just look so... stupid."

"All young pets are stupid, darling," his master reminded him, absentmindedly running a hand up and down his bound shaft, enjoying the sensation of it pulsating against his skin, feeling the blood moving through it. "They have to be trained. You weren't bought knowing everything you know now."

"I just hate for you to go through that all again," Cupcake sighed, flicking through picture after picture. He remembered the name on the top of the site he was looking at. It was the same breeding center he had come from all those years ago. He wondered how it had changed.

He stopped on a photo of a boy with the biggest, darkest eyes he had ever seen outside of his own face. The more he looked, the more the boy looked like him. Maybe they were the same strain? If they were, it would probably help his master to have another one, someone so similar. It wouldn't be as big of an adjustment.

The stats meant nothing to him, and pets didn't have names before their masters gave them- the breeding centers used numbers. All Cupcake really understood was the picture.

So all he could really say was, "This one looks cute."

"He really does," his master agreed. "You like him?"

"I like him more than the others," Cupcake shrugged, and brought his legs from where they rested over the arms of the chair to the floor. In this new position, he was bent over the desk with his master still buried inside him- and he was hoping his master would get the hint.

He did, and there was mock anger in his voice as he stood and began to thrust.

"Maybe I shouldn't spoil the next one."

 No.15196

Love the story so far, cant wait to see where it goes.

 No.15197

Thanks. I'm an attention whore so I probably will post more If I get more feedback? So if you actually do like it- let me know. Also if you don't like it or if you have any suggestions. I actually wrote another chapter but I forgot to post it here. I'll try to do that tomorrow. I need to pick a thread and stick with it.

 No.15206

Chapter 2

Cupcake sat on the bed trying to work the tangles out of his hair, thinking about the boy in the picture. His master's words rang true in his mind- it was possible that he was being a little too judgemental. It was entirely possible that he had everything- the caring master, the big house, the expensive clothes, the numerous toys- only because he had been lucky enough to have been given the chance to earn them. There may not be anything special about him. He was once just like all the other pets in those pictures- just a boy in a breeding center hoping that someone would choose him.

His master had been so young when they met that he had not expected to live long. No one really kept their first pet very long; first pets were experiments. Everyone had told him that his new master, who had just come of age himself, would go "too far too soon" and accidentally snuff him out, or hurt him so badly that he would need to be put down. Cupcake had had no reason not to believe them. He had never expected to live out his full legal lifespan. It consistently shocked him for about a year- but after that, he began to believe that there was something special about his master in particular. Something that made him different from the others.

But his master did have friends, and his friends did have pets, and Cupcake learned from talking with them that every pet thinks his master is special. So he tried not to think about it at all.

He tried not to think about a lot of things- and tried very hard to consistently think of others. Right now, he was thinking good thoughts- humbling thoughts- thoughts that he realized he had let slip away when they had received notification that his next birthday would be the twentieth since they left the breeding center. The notification was a cheerful bright pink, and reminded his master that if Cupcake was still alive, he needed to bring him in to be put down.

Not many pets made it long enough to get the notification, and Cupcake was /thrilled/. Only the best pets ever made it that far, and it meant that his master had loved him long enough to keep him far past the point where more pets were disposed of. It meant that he had stayed interesting and pretty for far longer than anyone had expected, that he had achieved something worth being proud of, the highest honor a pet could get. So he /was/ proud. He was proud of himself for being so good, and proud of his master for training him.

That pride may have... gone a little unchecked recently. A good pet wasn't supposed to put himself above others, and Cupcake knew that, but it was so easy to do with such a big honor coming up.

His master had gotten... weird since the notification. Cupcake wanted to have a party, and his master was absolutely willing to allow it, but he hadn't been nearly as excited as Cupcake, which worried him. He had fretted over it for days, especially while his master was gone, fearful that he had done something, some big thing, so close to the end, to make him angry, to displease him, to ruin everything he had worked for.

One day his master had come home and showed Cupcake the website from the breeding center. Cupcake, like most pets, didn't really use the internet beyond certain sites made for pets, and wasn't immediatly sure what he was looking at. It wasn't until his master explained it that it all slotted into place, all made sense.

"I'm going to miss you," he had said- and Cupcake realized for the first time that his absence may hurt someone, so he was happy when his master continued, "I'm going to try to find a replacement," but his joy was tapered when his master continued further still, "But... I'm not sure I can. I don't..." He had sighed and began again, "I need help. You pick it out for me."

A good pet would not be more worried about his going-away party and preservation than his master's happiness, but Cupcake had just been bad at picking out new pets. It wasn't anything he had done before, and it was a big decision. Part of him thought it shouldn't have been left up to him- but he had known his master long enough to know that he would never give him a task that he thought Cupcake couldn't accomplish.

He stood and wrapped his hair into a bun. It was still a little wet, and it would create waves tomorrow when they went out. He wasn't sure where his master was taking him, but they were doing all kinds of things with his last birthday looming over them. His master had told him that he would take the last month before off of work, and they would travel. Cupcake wasn't particularly interested in traveling, but it seemed to make his master happy, so he thought he would enjoy it.

Some pets took their corsets off when they slept- the pets that Cupcake would consider 'weak'. He had never been allowed to, and never would have asked to see if his master would let him. He had loved the feeling from the first garment he put on, his training corset all those years ago. It had forced him to stand perfectly straight, aligned his spine, and held everything inside him so tightly it felt like a permanent hug. It felt like having a set of rock-hard abs that you didn't need to work for, that you could simply install from an outside source and then forget about.

Over the years he had used tightwaisting trainer to get smaller and smaller- to the point that his master said he was getting an 'addiction' and it 'wasn't healthy'- but he always gave in, and he loved the silhouette, loved the way Cupcake's body felt, and had eventually agreed that it was too beautiful to protest.

The other masters liked it too.

Cupcake had, originally, been allowed out without his master. They were both young, and like many pets, he was supposed to do certain things, like keeping the house. They had lived in a city at the time, where his master had attended university, and Cupcake had been allowed to do the weekly shopping by himself. This continued right through graduate school, when his master found out what he had been doing.

Cupcake always wore his collar, and had his ID chip implanted like any good pet. The chip's location was a secret, but he was pretty sure it was in his back, if he ever needed to look for it- though he didn't tell anyone that. But those markings of ownership did not keep him from getting into trouble.

The law stated that you were not supposed to cause permanent damage to another person's pet- and what you could do was limited by how the person chose to dress their pet. Cupcake was not technically 'supposed' to fuck anyone, or be touched by anyone, except his master- but he gradually wore him down.

Cupcake quickly noticed that those laws were more suggestions. They never seemed to have any follow-through. He had been groped in public more than once in full pants- had been smacked on the ass so hard it knocked him forward into another master who had commented that he could feel the leather straps around his cock through the material-

So he begged his master to let him wear skirts. That particular garment seemed to be exclusively worn by pets, and was coinvent for masters, because it made it much easier to use their pets at any time, and could be worn with things like the weights that attached to the ball stretchers, and the pets would still be considered 'clothed'. At first, his master refused, but one day he came home from class with a gift.

He had given in- but warned Cupcake that he was always to wear something under it- tights, shorts, underwear, but /something/.

That didn't last long either. He had been tightwaisting the entire time, and in his skirt and boots, he liked to think that he looked irresistable. He may have been vain, or he may have been right, but it was taking him longer and longer to get his shopping done, as he drew more and more attention. He wasn't free use- and he had told a few of them that, that he had a chip and a collar, but he was having so much fun that it didn't really seem important. His master had never explicitly told him that he wasn't allowed to have other people touch him, prod him, fuck him-

Hurt him.

It just didn't seem like a big deal. He had met a group of them, in the park by the university, on his way home. They had been so nice. They had made sure all his groceries were safe before they had bent him over the table to gang-bang him, and guarded them well enough that nothing had been stolen. He remembered enjoying himself with one leg planted in the grass and the other held above his head by one of them as he mercilessly pounded into him. He remembered another in front of him on the other side of the table with a cock down his throat. He remembered that he was actually learning how to breath better, that he was proud of himself and couldn't wait to show his master- but then he remembered being wrong.

He had passed out, and woken up to a fight. His master and some of his friends were attacking the men Cupcake had been playing with, and another pet was sitting on the table with him, complaining in a jealous huff. Cupcake knew him; he belonged to one of his master's friends, and they had been in the same breeding center. The other pet was angry that Cupcake was getting so much attention, that the fight had been over him, and that he had such pretty bruises in the shape of fingers around his neck. They would last for days, as a symbol that someone had cared enough about him to leave them. The other pet felt it was a bit... braggy.

His master had picked him up when they heard sirens, and carried him back to their dorm while Cupcake tried to remember how to breath. After that, he had his first real punishment, and had never been out alone since. He was no longer allowed to fuck anyone without explicit instruction, and though he never understood why, he knew that he had upset his master, and would follow any rule to avoid ever doing it again.

But now he was leaving again, going somewhere else where his master couldn't- or shouldn't- follow. And it wasn't his fault. He knew that he had to; there was nothing either of them could do to avoid it. But sometimes, when he was alone like this, it made him feel... like he was bad. Like he had disobeyed. He didn't understand, but he hoped his master would feel better after he got a new pet. He didn't know whether the new pet was coming before or after he would be dead, and didn't really know how to feel about either option.

Part of him wanted him to come before, so he could help with his training- but another part of him, the more selfish part, was so proud of himself for making it to his expiration date, and really wanted his last time to be all about him. He wondered if it was ok to be selfish, at the end- if maybe he had earned it. He hadn't made many mistakes, hadn't needed to be punished often.

He had always tried to be a good pet.

 No.15219

Cupcake climbed obediently into the trunk of the car, and held his hands behind his back, crossed at the wrists, so his master could tie them. From his position lying on his stomach, he couldn't see what he was doing, but he had traveled enough to know the routine. After his hands were secure, he crossed his ankles and brought them down until they touched his bound wrists, and his master tied them all together. He hummed as he attached the spreader bar to his thighs just above the knee, and Cupcake moaned when he attached the line to his ball stretcher and pulled it taunt to tie it to the bar.

His master fondled him through the panties under the skirt he had picked out, and Cupcake was happy to see that his mood had improved.

"I think you'll enjoy the show today," he said, and plucked the line. It made a beautiful /twang/ sound that was not completely tuned out by Cupcake's scream as the vibration traveled through his sore sack.

When his muscles unseized from the pain, he turned his head to smile up at him in response. His master cradled his face, bent at the waist, and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Then he stood, and with a SLAM, the world was plunged into darkness.
Cupcake was so hard it hurt, and because the interior of the trunk was carpeted, he was thankful that his skirt had been long enough to cover his dick. That meant that he probably wouldn't get rug burns this time. But, he thought he knew where they were going, based on the numerous turns they made that sent him sliding into things like the spare tire, the walls of the trunk, or the toolbox his master kept in case they broke down. It seemed like another country estate, like his master's, and he was nearly certain that it belonged to his friend, Mr Charles. Cupcake was pretty sure that Mr Charles didn't have a pet right now- he seemed to remember that he had accidentally killed the last one- seemed to remember Mr Charles telling his master that the pet had bled out. That happened sometimes, but it meant that Cupcake wouldn't have anyone to play with unless he had already been replaced.

He was right! He was a bit proud of himself, when the trunk opened and he realized which garage he was in- but it was also true that he had made the trip many times, so it was, perhaps, not shocking that he was able to predict the eventual location. His master slowly untied the ropes that bound him, and rubbed down his calf, along the tight leather of his ballerina boots, before he moved on to free his wrists. The spreader bar came next, with the line still attacked to it, so that each movement put a new strain on his stretched balls, and cupcake used his free hands to dig into the carpet at the sensation.

"You never stop being cute," his master cooed as he cupped a hand around his balls to unclip the line, and used the opportunity to squeeze. The impact knocked the air out of him, because Cupcake had forgotten to expect it, and he hoped his tears didn't ruin his make-up.

"Thank you, master," he said when he remembered how to speak.

His master helped him to his feet, and pulled him into another kiss.

"I brought you along," his master explained as he led him into the house with one hand on the small of his back, "because I thought you might enjoy the show... and knowing Charlie, you might get a snack at the end."

"A snack?" Cupcake asked as they entered through the kitchen.

"It's a surprize, darling," His master winked, and began tapping away at his phone. A few seconds later a man sauntered in, and beamed at Cupcake.

"God, Jhonny, look at him," he said by way of greeting, "I can't believe how well he's aged. He doesn't look older than twenty."

"They do that when you take care of them," his master replied with mock humility, as his friend walked over and squeezed Cupcake's waist.

Cupcake giggled, and beamed, "Thank you, Sir! But I'm really excited! Most of us don't make it this long. Are you proud of me?"

"I'm proud of Jhonny," Charles explained, "I could never have the self-control."

Cupcake giggled, because that was true. Mr Charles went through pets like some people went through toothpaste. His master said that he was too rough on them, that he didn't know how to take care of his things- and Cupcake mostly agreed with him. But another part of him thought that pets, like a lot of things, were meant to be used. He may not keep them long, but he played with them the entire time he had them.

"What have you done to his nutsack?" Charles asked as he kneaded it, and Cupcake dug his hands into his shirt, willing his knees not to give out on him, "It seems even bigger."

"I think he may be trying to break a record," his master chuckled, "he says that he wants to be displayed after... you know, after everything. And he wants everyone who looks at it to be jealous."

"Is that so?" Charles asked Cupcake, but his teeth seemed to be stuck together, his grip was so tight it may tear the fabric, and there were tears in his eyes. He was incapable of answering, but Mr Charles didn't like being ignored, so decided to twist his grip. Cupcake cried out, and his knees /did/ give out on him that time, so Mr Charles grabbed him by the hair to keep him upright. That meant that now most of his body weight was on his abused balls, so he fought past the pain, trying to remember the very concept of language, of a system of symbols and sounds that stood for ideas, and eventually discovered enough to work with.

"Yes sir!" He begged, "I'm sorry, sir."
Mr Charles released him and he collapsed to the floor. His hands shot to his balls as the pain continued to pulsate from them all the way up to his abdominal muscles. He tried to control his breathing, but couldn't take very deep breaths with the corset, which, thankfully, kept him from hyperventilating.

"He's so polite, Jhonny." He heard Mr Charles say.

"He's well trained," he heard his master reply, "I hate to lose him."

"Have you picked out a new one, yet?" Mr Charles asked as the pain faded to a dull throbbing and Cupcake pushed himself shakily to his hands and knees.

"Yes. I mean... I think so. I don't know." His master sounded unsure, and Cupcake clung to his arm to pull himself upright. His master smiled down at him, then addressed Mr Charles again. "Let's get him set up so you can show me what you brought me here to show me."

Cupcake was still sore as they walked, but he didn't dare slow his pace. He wasn't surprized when they led him downstairs; it was where he had been hoping to go. He was a little surprized when they led him away from the playroom, and into a room full of screens. But there was a sybian set up that he assumed was for him, so he had no reason to question it. The dildo attached was one that he had used here before- and he loved it then as much as he did now. It had rows of little nubs that, once the device was activated, were perfect for massaging deep inside him- but felt especially good against his prostate.

"Let's get these clothes off, sweetheart," Charles suggested, and tugged his shirt up and over his head.  

Cupcake giggled at the attention, and was going to thank him, but his master nearly knocked him off his feet. He had tugged him backwards by the hair harder than Cupcake had expected, pulling it taunt so that he could work it into a high ponytail, so Cupcake held still and let him work- but he couldn't suppress the moan of pleasure.

"Don't rip those," his master said defensively, almost angrily, and Cupcake knew what he talking about, though he wouldn't move his head to check until his hair had been secured. Mr Charles was prone to just destroying clothes unless he was reminded- he was so eager. Cupcake thought it was cute, because he wasn't the one buying replacements.

"Right, right," Mr Charles sounded annoyed, but Cupcake knew it wouldn't last long. He had been friends with his master for years, since before he got Cupcake.

Cupcake stood on one leg to step out of his skirt and panties, then the other, and reached up to feel the smooth hair that had been pulled taunt, then the tail that fluffed out behind him. He really should have thought to do that at the house. It would have saved time.

It was a little cold in the underground room, and in only his boots, thigh-highs and corset, Cupcake shivered. He cuddled into his master's side for warmth, and the man chuckled deep in his chest.

"Don't worry, darling," he promised, "You'll warm up after you get started."

Cupcake nodded, and watched Mr Charles pour the lube over the dildo, then stepped forward as he took his hand. Cupcake straddled it and leaned forward to brace himself before he slowly lowered himself. The thing was not as long as his master, but it was a little thicker, and the nubs felt so good that he found himself slowing down, almost stopping, to grind on that sweet spot, just behind his balls, feeling each and every one make their way across.

"I promise you'll have time to play, Sweetheart," Mr Charles laughed, and put a hand on either of Cupcake's shoulders to shove him down the rest of the way. Cupcake shrieked as his sore balls hit the soft plastic, and leaned heavily on his arms to breath through the pain.

"You're fine," Mr Charles said dismissively, but his master came over and cradled him gently, pushing him upright and putting the weight on the dildo in his ass.

"There you go, darling," he smiled and bent down, "Let's get you strapped in. Such a good boy. He knows just what to do, look at him. God how I hate to-" 

"Lose him, I know," Mr Charles rolled his eyes as he tightened the strap on his side around Cupcake's thigh, "Fuck's sake, Jhon."

"Shut up, Charlie," his master said with real venom in his voice, and Cupcake wondered what had made him angry, and wanted to comfort him, so he reached out a hand to gently stroke his hair. His master took it, kissed the back of it, and tightened the strap around his other thigh.

"You don't even have to tell him to sit up straight," his master sighed wistfully, and brought Cupcake's hands to his back to tie them.

Cupcake moaned as Mr Charles pinched first one nipple, then the other, and pulled them as Cupcake tried to hold his ground. Mr Charles stretched them until they would go no further and slipped from his grasp. He giggled, and Cupcake bit his lower lip and leaned into his master.

"We'll need the weights for something else," his master explained, "but I wouldn't want you to feel neglected darling."

He leaned over from his position behind him, kissed him on his cheek, and Cupcake resisted the desire to jerk as he felt the pain clamp down around his nipple. A lot of masters got their pets pierced, but his master said that he just loved the look on Cupcake's face when they attacked the clamps too much to do that. If you got a pet pierced, it was much harder to attach the clamps, and his master didn't think it was pretty enough to make up for it. There was nothing you could do with rings or studs, after all, that you couldn't do with clip-ons. He didn't wince as his master attached the other, either, and leaned back as far as he could, to give him better access, as he tightened them.

"Thank you, master," he said as his master stood and moved in front of him.

He was confused by his next action. His master reached down, activated the fingerprint lock from his leather cock-cage, and began opening the straps, one by one. He removed everything, including the strip that ran along the shaft to hold it together, except for the ball stretcher- then looked into Cupcake's eyes and smiled.

"Charlie just got a new temp-boy," he explained. "I thought you may want to watch us snuff him out- you know, because of... your termination notice. We're going to turn all these monitors on- you can see him, but he can't see you. You just enjoy yourself, darling. For tonight, you may cum all you want."

He kissed him, deeply, and with great meaning, then pulled back and held out his hand for the remote Charlie offered him. He pushed a button, and the machine sprang to life.

Cupcake was in /heaven/.

 No.15221

POV from people who are 100% convinced that they're subhuman always turns me on.

 No.15222

>>15221
Hope that means you liked it!

 No.15234

>>15222

Indeed I did

 No.15235

Chapter 4

"Did you even bother to name this one?" John asked as he followed his friend into the 'playroom'.

"I only got him yesterday," Charlie shrugged, "I didn't really see a reason to. He's responding pretty well to anything you want to call him."

"You only got him yesterday?" John asked, a little shocked. "That's a quick turn-around, even for you."

"Well, I technically put in the order before that. I picked him up yesterday. You lied to your little pet," Charlie chuckled, "He's not exactly a temp boy. They know they aren't getting him back, and he's never been used before. He's supposed to be a real pet." He flicked a switch, and the room lit up. "It's a little pricey, but... you know how I love the ones who have never been fucked before. They have no frame of reference, no idea what it's supposed to feel like. He doesn't know what we're going to do to him."

He gestured towards a box standing against a wall. It looked a little like an upright coffin, or a wardrobe, wooden except for the very fleshy little cock that stood at attention, and the balls that dangled under it. Both had turned a pretty shade of red, and John suspected he knew what had happened. The boy had to be inside, probably bound, and Charlie had probably worked his genitals through the hole before he had applied something to them that made them engorged and sensitive. It would be fun trying to get them out again.

"How long has he been in there?" John asked.

"Oh," Charlie paused in thought for a minute before continuing, "Since I went to bed last night. I rubbed him down a few times with just whatever I had lying around- rock hard, nitro, some of that stuff I had gotten from the vet that I didn't use on the last one-"

"Jesus fucking Christ, it's a wonder it hasn't rotted off," John sighed, and knocked on the door of the box, "Bet he's getting pretty lonely."

"He can't hear you," Charlie explained, "He's listening to some pet meditations. I thought it might do /something/. No reason to waste all that time."

Charlie pulled the door open a crack, and John crowded around to see inside. After about an inch, there was the sound of a rope being pulled taunt, and the door caught. The pet screamed, muffled by the gag in his mouth, and Charlie realized the problem.

"Oh, right, his arms and ankles are tied to the back." He pushed the door a little harder and the boy screamed again.  

John shoved him out of the way to peek in through the small opening, and saw one of the boys he had been considering buying. Thankfully, it wasn't the one Cupcake had picked out, but he had been in the same class. In the small sliver of light, John could see his wide, innocent eyes staring up at him, and his pretty lips stretched around a gag, but not much else. He tried to pry the door open a little more, and the pet's body went rigid as he slammed his eyes shut and screamed around the gag again.

"Yeah he's stuck," John decided, and tilted his head to look at the boy's junk, engorged and discolored, sticking out of the hole. He had gotten so used to Cupcake, he hadn't realized how swollen they were for a new pet. It would be a chore getting it back in. "I'm taking the headphones out."

"I can shove it through," Charlie said as if it was only a minor inconvenience, but John didn't hear him over the pet's protest as he shoved the door open enough to get his hand inside.  

"Hey, sweetheart," John said to the pet once he was sure he could hear him, "We're going to get you out of here, alright? But to do that, we've got to get your dick out- so be a good boy and work with us. Pull back as hard as you can."

The pet nodded, and tried to say something, but John didn't understand him because of the gag.

"They should be pretty sensitive," Charlie had crouched to snicker at the boy's swollen nuts, "But look how small they still are. How did you do it with Cupcake?"

"Years of training," John shrugged, and tentatively touched the sack- the boy shrieked as if he was in horrible pain, and John could hear him breathing heavily.

"You didn't feed him, did you?" John asked. "If you fed him, he may throw up."

"I've not fed him since I got him," Charlie sounded insulted, then amended, "He's probably getting pretty thirsty, too." He stared at the boy's nuts and continued, "he can't be that big of a candy-ass." Before gently prodding them as he had watched John do. His attempt was rewarded with another scream.

"I mean," John fondled the nut Charlie wasn't poking, and heard the pet begin to cry, "feel how engorged they are. That's built up blood. They're about to pop. If he tears on his way through it's going to spray everywhere. You need to work up to this shit slowly, if you don't want to keep running through them so fast."

"He'll be fine," Charlie said dismissively, and knocked John's hand away, "I'm pretty sure if we can get his little nuts through the dick'll slide right out. Look how small it is." He flicked the tip to illustrate his point, and it sounded like the pet had hit his head against the wood inside the box.

John sighed and thought of the blood they would have to clean up, but Charlie didn't seem bothered at all as he playfully slapped the pet's dangling nutsack, and John heard him fall. The ropes around his arms must have caught him, because he didn't knock the door all the way open, but the small slant of light glistened against his wet eyes. John had to admit that he was pretty cute.

"When was he circumcised?" John asked, speaking loudly to be heard over the pet's wails as Charlie began to scrunch up his first nut to shove it through the tiny opening. It didn't want to fit, but Charlie was determined, and he certainly managed to get it inside the tight space, though he couldn't see to tell if it had come out the other side.

"Oh, I had it done when I ordered him, about a week ago," Charlie said conversationally, and John noticed that the pet was no longer making any noise.

"Well that explains why it's so swollen," he sighed, "honestly, if you want to keep one of these longer than a few days, you have to let that heal before you start rubbing things on it. You're lucky the medical glue didn't come apart."

"He's fine," Charlie shoved the other nut through, grabbed the boy's dick, and moved it as if he could see through the hole. When he found he couldn't, he held it straight out, reached for the door, and though he met some resistance, managed to yank it open.

The boy had apparently passed out, and was dangling by the rope attached to his arms, which had been bound behind his back. He slumped as far as he could when the door opened, since he no longer had it to lean against, and John noticed the place where his dick met his body had been rubbed raw.

 No.15239

Wow, Charlie is bad at this, and like on purpose bad. Boo!

this is awesome, wish you put something like 'con' in the title, usually everything that's not tagged for it is non-con, and this is at least semi-con (definitions slide around)

 No.15240

If I had any idea how to edit titles, I would

 No.15242

Chapter 5

"He's not as cute as Cupcake," John said, looking at the pet dangling from his arm restraints.

"Have you ever thought that that obsession of yours may be unhealthy?" Charlie asked, and grabbed the pet by his short hair. He took in his blank expression, and said loudly, "Wake up, slut!"

When the pet didn't move, he reared back and slapped him in the face so hard that had he not been holding him by the hair, he would have gone spinning. The pet blinked, and a few tears rolled down his cheeks at the effort. He still seemed a little stunned and hazy when he spoke, and his words were garbled by the gag.

"Let's get this off," Charlie suggested, and reached behind him to tug at the leather strap keeping it secured.  

He pulled the gag slowly, and the pet was obviously not used to controlling his gag reflex yet, because John watched him seize several times before the entire dildo was removed. The pet coughed, tried to wipe his mouth on his shoulder, and with a raspy, parched voice, finally spoke.

"Thank you, master," He said to Charlie, and smiled at him, then turned his attention to John.

"Hello, little pet," John said, and tilted his face up with one finger.

"It's... nice to meet you, sir." The pet stared up at him, and John ran his thumb over the trail his tears had created down his cheek.

"Did you have a good night?" John asked him.

"I... I... think I learned?" The pet replied, "I... thank you for... talking to me and... thank you both for... letting me out."

"It takes you a long time to say anything," Charlie said, annoyed.

"I'm sorry, master," The pet pleaded, "It's... hard to... my throat... doesn't want to work. Can I please... I'm thirsty."

"He's thirsty," John repeated, as if he thought Charlie may not have heard him.

"Well, let's fix that. I think he's been good enough that he deserves a small reward, don't you think? Even if he's not as pretty as your precious pet." Charlie unclasped the arm binder from the wall of the box (while John rolled his eyes), and said to the pet, "Get on your knees for us. Be a good boy."

The pet nodded and lowered himself to his knees.

"You go first, Johnny; you're the guest," he said, motioning to the pet on the ground.

John stepped forward, undid the button on his pants, and slowly pulled down the zipper. The pet stared up at him in reverence, leaned forward in anticipation, and stuck out his tongue before John even managed to get his dick out. When he did present it, the pet immediately wrapped his lips around the head, staring up at John with gratitude, and began to suck.

"No, sweetheart, no," John softly petted the boy's short hair, "Just swallow. Try not to spill it."

The pet's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, but once the hot piss hit his tongue, it was obvious that he understood. He made a muffled noise of confirmation that said as much, and swallowed as soon as his mouth was full. John went slowly- the pet was new, and he stared up at him with those big wet eyes that said: /I'm trying. Are you proud of me?/- therefore it took him quite a while, with a few pauses so the pet could swallow, before he was finished.

"Now suck," he explained, "Just make sure you get all of it- I need to be clean when I put it back in my pants."

The pet gave him another muffled, "yes, sir" and did exactly that. He didn't know to lick around the pisshole, like an experienced pet would, and John gently tugged his hair to get his attention.

"Think about it, sweetheart," he explained, "Lick it clean."

The pet changed tactics instantly, and whined when John pulled out of his mouth.

"Thank you so much, sir!" The pet looked close to tears again, "I was so thirsty."

"That was pretty good, for a first try," John scratched the pet's scalp. "Good boy."

"Was it?" Charlie asked him, "It took forever. I don't know that I would call that 'good'."

John sighed and moved aside before Charlie shoved him. Charlie moved much faster, but still his new pet bounced eagerly on his knees, and happily wrapped his lips around his master's dick. His eyes widened in alarm, and John knew what Charlie was doing.

"Breath through your nose," John told the pet, and he seemed to try, but he just couldn't keep up. He stared up at Charlie with tears spilling from his eyes, and John watched his chest seize. Eventually, the pet failed.

He coughed around Charlie's dick, and two streams of piss began to trinkle from either side of his lips.

"Swollow," Charlie reminded him, harshly, and the pet tried, but his body was convulsing, and it was obvious that he couldn't breath. John wanted a cigarette. This was getting on his nerves. It was a waste of a perfectly good pet. He was going to drown in the first five minutes.

To his surprize, eventually Charlie pulled out, and the pet leaned forward, looking panicked, staring at the playroom floor as piss dripped from his mouth and down his chest. He coughed, spasmed, but, to his credit, didn't pass out.

"That was pathetic," Charlie huffed, "Look at the mess."

"You have to /train/ them," John reminded him, and his tone was almost scolding when he said, "This is why you can't keep nice things."

"He has to be trained to drink?" Charlie asked, as if the notion was ridiculous, "That's unacceptable."

"I'm sorry, master," The pet was crying again, and had pressed his forehead to the floor, "I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me!" He was sobbing at the idea that he had upset his master over something so simple, and John glared at Charlie.

"Well, I guess I need to clean him up," Charlie huffed, and grabbed the pet by the binder to drag him over to the shower area. The pet hadn't stopped sobbing and apologizing, and as much as John wanted to like him, the childish behavior irked him.  

Charlie threw him down in the area, which was no different from the rest of the playroom, apart from the drain in the floor and the hose attached to the tile wall- playrooms were generally wet/dry to provide easy cleanup.

"Take the binder off," John suggested, "that's all he's wearing. It makes spraying him down so much easier if he's naked and can help."

The pet looked up at John like he didn't understand why he was showing him kindness he didn't deserve, and when Charlie moved to honor the suggestion, he began to cry again, but it was the kind of crying that John recognized. It was no longer the shrill, annoying crying of whatever emotion pets felt when they knew they had messed up, but the sweet, soft crying of gratitude, of love.

"Thank you, master," he said in hushed revelry.

"Just be good," Charlie huffed, tossed the binder aside, and stood.  

The pet slowly stretched out his freed arms; they were sore and tingled a little from being bound all night, and he winced when he moved them. Before he had worked the stiffness out of them, Charlie turned the hose on him, and the high-pressure, ice cold water knocked him to his side. He let out a surprized shriek, and it carried him to the tile wall, where he tried to arrange himself so that his back would be to the source of the water. He braced his forehead on his arms to avoid slamming it into the wall, and giggled once he got himself situated. He gave a happy, surprized yelp as the powerful stream hit his ass, and giggled again.

"Spread your ass open," Charlie ordered, and the pet reached one arm behind himself to obey- then let out a loud moan of pleasure.

John was smiling despite himself.

Charlie switched off the water and commanded, "Now turn around."

"I would hold my breath, sweetheart," John warned, but the pet didn't have time to follow this advice before the icy jet of water hit him full in the face. John watched him flail and sputter, but Charlie didn't keep it there long enough to drown him.

"Spread your legs," Charlie shouted over the stream, and the pet did- then screamed and clawed at the wall behind him as the torrent hit his sensitive dick and swollen balls.

"There," Charlie said to John, "He's clean."

"More or less," John agreed.

"Thank you, master," the pet choked out, and spit up some of the water that had lodged itself in his lungs.

"Get on your hands and knees," Charlie told him, and the pet obeyed instantly. "Now piss- it's your only chance. Make sure you get it down the drain."

The pet looked confused, "Oh, I... didn't know i could... when my dick was hard?" He said in his adorable, innocent voice.

"You can sweetheart, just try very hard," John explained.

"Don't touch it," Charlie warned, when the pet moved to point his dick at the drain.

"Oh, um... Yes, master," The pet was still confused, and he didn't think he could do what he was supposed to without touching his dick. It wasn't at the right angle, and he would piss all over his stomach. "Master?"

"What is it, slut?" Charlie asked.

"I'm sorry," the pet looked up at him with worry in those pretty eyes, "I don't know how."

"Do you really want to have to hose him down again?" John asked.

"Fuck it, fine, you can hold it, but just this once. This is the last time you're ever going to piss anyway, so it's not like it's worth learning how to do it right." Charlie surrendered.

"Thank you so much, master," the pet stared up at him with sparkling, grateful eyes and a beautiful smile, then turned his attention to the drain with a look of concentration, aimed, and let loose a slow, deliberate, trinkle of piss from his hard little dick. He winced in pain and seemed to be deliberately avoiding the places where the surgical glue lingered, but he looked up when he was finished, and seemed so proud of himself that John's reluctant smile became much more genuine.

He even let out a little laugh as a course towel hit him in the face. Charlie had noticed that he finally looked happy to play with a pet other than Cupcake, and had teased him by tossing it while he was distracted.

"You want to dry him off?" Charlie asked.

"Sure, why not?" John's smile was small, but it was real.

 No.15246

Guys, is the site down or is my story just really bad? I don't want to keep writing if no one is reading.

 No.15247

the site's down. but you and I are both still here though, so

 No.15249

Oh. Well, are you liking it? Because I've got another chapter almost finished, but I'm not going to write if no one is reading and just clog up the board. I have no way of knowing if people don't tell me.

 No.15250

yeah I like it. are you liking writing it?

 No.15263

Chapter 6 (I think? I've not written in a while, but I'm still going.)

After John had scrubbed the pet dry, he took a seat on one of the leather armchairs that lined the playroom and lit a cigarette. The pet smiled at him, and snuggled into Charlie as he put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Jhonny, why don't you let him sit on your dick?" He asked.

John took a long draw and replied, "Are you sure? Wouldn't you like to go first?"

"You're the guest," Charlie said as if it was really no trouble, and to the pet added, "Lean forward and open your mouth. My friend needs and ash tray."

The pet leaned forward onto the arm of the chair, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue. John ashed into it and the pet swallowed.

"Have you had anyone inside you?" John asked him.

"Yes!" The pet said happily, and momentarily let go of the arm rest to clasp his hands together in joy, "My master fucked me when he came to get me, at my coming-of-age ceremony! It was amazing! He even let me cum! Then, he told the headmaster he could fuck me too, if he wanted to- and he did! They both said I was really pretty and responsive! The headmaster said my master was going to love me!" He hugged Charlie and snuggled his little face into his chest. "Thank you so much for choosing me!"

"Prove to me that I made the right choice. Sit on my friend's dick." Charlie took him by the shoulders and turned him around to face John again. When the pet saw that his cherry had burned down considerably, he leaned forward again and opened his mouth to accept the ashes, then swallowed and smiled.

"Can I?" He asked John, "Please?"

"Sure, sweetheart," John said, and thought that he was pretty cute, after all. He undid his pants and pulled down the zipper just enough to allow his dick to spring free, but he stopped the pet before he could sit down.

"No, sweetheart," he explained, "You need lube." He looked at Charlie and added with a smirk, "and some coffee for your guests wouldn't hurt."

"Mr demanding over here," Charlie huffed, tossed a vile at him, and as he was leaving muttered, "You're lucky I like you."

John giggled, and handed the cigarette to the pet. "Hold that."

"Yes, sir!" The pet said chipperly, and turned to watch John lubing up his cock. He looked from John's erection down at his own, and noted the size difference, and thought about how much sense it made. He had never really thought about penetrating anyone, but he considered it and immediatly ruled it out. It just wouldn't make sense. What would make perfect sense was getting that delicious dick inside him by any means possible.

"I imagine you were bent over before," John said as he motioned for the boy to give him back his cigarette, which the pet did happily. John took another drag and the boy opened his mouth for the ashes, then swallowed them. "So you don't know how to do this."

"Um..." The pet blushed, "No, sir."

John took his last drag and ashed into the pet's mouth as Charlie came back downstairs carrying a tray laid out with a french press, cups, and an array of creams and sugars. John ground the butt of his cigarette into the shaft of the pet's cock, and the boy's hands shot to his shoulders as he nearly fell forward onto his lap. He screamed, and his dick twitched as John followed the movement to grind the butt completely out. The pet had dug his face into John's shoulder, and by the time he pulled away to admire the pretty burn, he was obviously crying.

John pulled him back with one hand and held up the butt with the other, and stared into those pretty, wet eyes.

"Swallow, sweetheart," he said, offering the butt to him. The pet opened his mouth, John placed it inside, and the pet swallowed.

"You should have done that once you were inside him," Charlie judged, "I could see him twitching from back here."

"You could?" The pet asked, interested. He had pulled back to look at the burn on his dick, which didn't feel like it had ended, and that intrigued him. He had never been burned before- he had assumed the pain would go away when Mr John moved the cigarette, but it didn't. It would linger, and be proof that Mr John had paid attention to him.

"Yes," Charlie explained, "It made you twitch- it probably would have felt marvelous around a cock."

"Oh," the pet said, a little disappointed that he hadn't been able to do that for anyone.

"Don't worry," John cooed, "I'm sure you'll twitch more before the night is out. Now, turn around, use both hands to spread your ass as wide as you can, and I'll guide you."

"Thanks!" The pet said excitedly as he obeyed, "I love having cocks inside me!"

"All you little sluts do," Charlie explained as he poured the first cup of coffee, "But not all of you get to experience it."

"I know," the pet gasped as the head of John's cock pushed past his sphincter. He wasn't used to it yet, and his own dick twitched at the sensation. It stretched him open, and he loved the feeling. "I feel so bad for them... but I'm happy for me!" He giggled, but it turned into a moan as John pushed past the second tight muscle, and his head was wedged firmly inside. When he was sure the pet wasn't going anywhere, he let go of his dick and held him by the hips.

"Now, you pretty little thing, just sit down. Get as full as you want like a good little slut, alright?"

"Thank you, sir!" The pet reached one arm back and cuddled into him, then tried to sit, as if he was sitting in a chair. When he didn't budge very far, he huffed.

"It's not working!" He leaned back and took his feet off the ground, but still he didn't slide all the way to the base. He let out a frustrated moan and put his hands over John's on his waist. "Why isn't it working?"

"It's working," John promised him, "We just didn't stretch you out so you're... so tight..."

"But I want it all!" The pet whined.

"You'll get there," John giggled as the pet continued to struggle, "Don't rush it. Relax."

"Johnny, just buck up into him, you're torturing him," Charlie teased, and sipped his coffee.

"He's cute when he's tortured," John laughed at the tears of frustration that leaked from the pet's eyes and the adorable sound he made. "But you're right." His grip on the boy's waist tightened, and he shoved him down. The pet had made it about halfway on his own, and he appreciated the help more than John could see. His face lit up in ecstasy- he had felt like that before, yesterday, at his coming-of-age, like he was finally in the state he was /supposed/ to be in, that he was where he was /supposed/ to be. He almost felt like he was floating. John was amazed he hadn't ripped, and put one hand on his chest to lean them both back into the chair.

"Keeps your legs spread as wide as you can," John told him, and the pet threw them over the arms of the chair, then John helped him spread them even wider. The pet felt the stretch in his thighs, but couldn't keep his eyes open. He was in heaven.

"Put all your weight on my dick," John instructed, and the pet leaned back a little more, but there was nowhere else to go- John was completely inside him. "How does that feel?"

"I love it!" The pet purred, "Thank you sir!"

He arched at the pain in his chest, and opened his eyes to see Charlie standing in front of them. He had reached out and twisted one of the pet's nipples so hard it sent a shot through him, and he felt himself twitch around John's dick. That must have been what they were talking about! That was how he could make Mr John feel good!  

Charlie did the same thing to the other nipple while John sipped his coffee. After a few seconds, he huffed and said, "He isn't very sensitive."

"No," John agreed, and spread one hand over the pet's stomach as Charlie pinched his nipples, then pulled them as far as they would go. The pet dug his nails into the armchair and moaned.

"Say," John asked, "Are you going to put anything on his nuts? You know how bad they are to retreat. He needs a stretcher or a humbler or something."

"In a second," Charlie said dismissively, "I'm trying to figure out if I want to pierce these or just clip them. Hell... maybe I should just cut them off."

"Do you have any clamps?" John asked, and thought that the pet's nipple's didn't stretch nearly as far as Cupcake's before they sprang back to his bruised chest, "Maybe with teeth? That's the best of both worlds."

"Oh, what a good idea," Charlie laughed. He flicked one of the boy's sore nipples, and he was gone.

"What's a clamp?" The pet asked, letting the pain fade to a dull throb.

"Something just for you," John reached between the boy's spread legs and tugged his sore nutsack out and away from his body. When he saw the pet's leg's twitch, he reminded him, "Keep your legs open. Just let it move through you."

The pet couldn't think through the pain to answer, but he managed to fight the impulse to close his legs as tears began to leak through his eyes.

"They're very swollen," John commented, "But still unfortunately small. And not very sensitive. But you're cute enough." He tugged the sack forward again, almost as Charlie had done with his nipples, and the pet was afraid he would pass out from the pain- or worse! That John would rip off his nuts. A pet's balls were very important to him- his dick didn't really matter, but life wouldn't be worth living if he were castrated. Masters loved to play with balls- they were the most sensitive part of a pet, and the bigger and more sensitive the better. If he lost his balls, he would beg them to kill him.

"Please!" He begged when he found his voice, "Please sir, don't take my nuts off!"

"Shss," John giggled, "Honey you're fine. I'm not pulling nearly hard enough to take them off. Charlie!" He called, "He thinks I'm going to pull his nuts off! Isn't that cute!?" He squeezed the sack to accentuate his point, and the pet's world swam. He slumped against John's back and tried to remember how to breath, but he hadn't taken his hand away. In fact, he had set down his coffee, and as soon as he released his grip, before the pet had time to breath, he flicked one nut with each hand, and the pet lurched forward to physically spread his knees with his hands. He had almost closed them, had come so close to disobeying.

"Wow," he said in amazement once he got his breath back, "that really hurt. I didn't think it would... I thought the squeezing and twisting would hurt more." He was going to ask if they had gotten any bigger, but John cut him off.

"What hurt?" He asked, "This?" He flicked the boy's dangling nuts again, and the pet nearly fell off the chair as the pain rocked him.

After a few seconds of hyperventilating and dry heaving, he realized Charlie was laughing at him.

"Yes," the pet took a deep breath and tried to will his voice to stop shaking, "Yes, sir. I thought it would hurt worse to squeeze or pull. But that /really/ hurt!"

"Do you like it?" John asked, and the pet seemed confused.

Finally, he said, "I like it when you play with me! Does it make me twitch around you when I hurt?"

"Yes," John giggled, and slowly tugged the pet's balls away from his body, then twisted them, and watched the boy's dick twitch, and the way he pressed against his knees with his hands to keep them open, "and it's adorable. Besides, this will make them bigger."

The pet cried out, and John used his free hand to stroke his face.

"Listen, sweetheart. You make all the noise you want. You can cry, you can scream, you can beg- you can ask for anything. It won't always happen, but you can ask."

The pet nodded, and broke into sobs.

"Here, let go," Charlie pushed the pet backwards until he was leaning on John's chest, but the boy couldn't see him through his tears. John released his nutsack, and watched it try to bounce back to position- it was definately bruised and even more swollen- the red was seeded with the patches of black and blue that were beginning to form.

"Thank you," the pet said, and thought about leaning forward to see how pretty his balls had gotten, but his master was playing with his nipples again. This time it didn't hurt at all, he was rolling them around, pinching them, flicking them, and the sensation made him grind down against John's cock.

John fumbled a hand around the coffee table and opened a drawer, but stopped himself at the sound of Charlie's voice.

"I don't know if I'd take more, Johnny. I laced your coffee!"

"And you weren't going to tell me!?" John asked in annoyance- but this was exactly the kind of prank his friend would play. It was harmless, one could argue helpful- he did, after all, want to keep the erection as long as he could. He didn't want to fuck the pet just yet- he wanted to feel him squirm.

"Those are so pretty!" The pet said, looking at the nipple clamps Charlie held, "I love the bells! Are they for me?"

"Do you think you can be a good boy?" Charlie asked.

"I'm trying, master!" The pet promised, and giggled when Charlie flicked one of his nipples back to hardness. 

He pried the first clamp open, but the pet didn't see it- his eyes were closed, and he was moaning. Charlie considered that he may have been wrong about his sensitivity. These clamps were sharp and industrial- heavy, sturdy metal filed to sharp points, and as the first one closed around the boy's nipple, he screamed, and tried to jerk away, but John held him, and there was nowhere to go.

"It hurts!" He said, and balled his little hands into fists as John held his wrists. The bell on the clamp jingled as he breathed, and he added, "But it's so pretty! It /keeps/ hurting! Will I... will I get used to it?"

"I hope not," Charlie explained as he played with the other nipple, tugged it into shape, "You're so much cuter when you're in pain."

"I am?" The pet asked, and thought that since that was true, he should wear them all the time. He didn't jerk nearly so much the second time, but he did cry out again, and John definitely felt him tighten again, trying his best to milk his cock.

The pet took a breath through his teeth and tried to will himself to get used to the cutting pain, to the weight on his chest. Charlie flicked the clamps, and when they bounced, a shot of pain flew through the boy in time with the jingling of his collar- he tried to sit up, and John hummed as the momentum of the motion slid him up and down his cock.

"Do you like those?" Charlie asked.

"Am I cute?" The pet asked, and John giggled.

"They look adorable, and they make you do the most fun things," John explained. He tugged one clamp- and the pet was sure it was going to cut his nipple off- but then John released it and it bounced back into place with the weight of the metal and the tinkling of the bell.

When the pet could breath again, he answered, "Then I love it! Thank you, master! Thank you, sir!"

 No.15264

Chapter 6 (I think? I've not written in a while, but I'm still going.)

After John had scrubbed the pet dry, he took a seat on one of the leather armchairs that lined the playroom and lit a cigarette. The pet smiled at him, and snuggled into Charlie as he put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Jhonny, why don't you let him sit on your dick?" He asked.

John took a long draw and replied, "Are you sure? Wouldn't you like to go first?"

"You're the guest," Charlie said as if it was really no trouble, and to the pet added, "Lean forward and open your mouth. My friend needs and ash tray."

The pet leaned forward onto the arm of the chair, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue. John ashed into it and the pet swallowed.

"Have you had anyone inside you?" John asked him.

"Yes!" The pet said happily, and momentarily let go of the arm rest to clasp his hands together in joy, "My master fucked me when he came to get me, at my coming-of-age ceremony! It was amazing! He even let me cum! Then, he told the headmaster he could fuck me too, if he wanted to- and he did! They both said I was really pretty and responsive! The headmaster said my master was going to love me!" He hugged Charlie and snuggled his little face into his chest. "Thank you so much for choosing me!"

"Prove to me that I made the right choice. Sit on my friend's dick." Charlie took him by the shoulders and turned him around to face John again. When the pet saw that his cherry had burned down considerably, he leaned forward again and opened his mouth to accept the ashes, then swallowed and smiled.

"Can I?" He asked John, "Please?"

"Sure, sweetheart," John said, and thought that he was pretty cute, after all. He undid his pants and pulled down the zipper just enough to allow his dick to spring free, but he stopped the pet before he could sit down.

"No, sweetheart," he explained, "You need lube." He looked at Charlie and added with a smirk, "and some coffee for your guests wouldn't hurt."

"Mr demanding over here," Charlie huffed, tossed a vile at him, and as he was leaving muttered, "You're lucky I like you."

John giggled, and handed the cigarette to the pet. "Hold that."

"Yes, sir!" The pet said chipperly, and turned to watch John lubing up his cock. He looked from John's erection down at his own, and noted the size difference, and thought about how much sense it made. He had never really thought about penetrating anyone, but he considered it and immediatly ruled it out. It just wouldn't make sense. What would make perfect sense was getting that delicious dick inside him by any means possible.

"I imagine you were bent over before," John said as he motioned for the boy to give him back his cigarette, which the pet did happily. John took another drag and the boy opened his mouth for the ashes, then swallowed them. "So you don't know how to do this."

"Um..." The pet blushed, "No, sir."

John took his last drag and ashed into the pet's mouth as Charlie came back downstairs carrying a tray laid out with a french press, cups, and an array of creams and sugars. John ground the butt of his cigarette into the shaft of the pet's cock, and the boy's hands shot to his shoulders as he nearly fell forward onto his lap. He screamed, and his dick twitched as John followed the movement to grind the butt completely out. The pet had dug his face into John's shoulder, and by the time he pulled away to admire the pretty burn, he was obviously crying.

John pulled him back with one hand and held up the butt with the other, and stared into those pretty, wet eyes.

"Swallow, sweetheart," he said, offering the butt to him. The pet opened his mouth, John placed it inside, and the pet swallowed.

"You should have done that once you were inside him," Charlie judged, "I could see him twitching from back here."

"You could?" The pet asked, interested. He had pulled back to look at the burn on his dick, which didn't feel like it had ended, and that intrigued him. He had never been burned before- he had assumed the pain would go away when Mr John moved the cigarette, but it didn't. It would linger, and be proof that Mr John had paid attention to him.

"Yes," Charlie explained, "It made you twitch- it probably would have felt marvelous around a cock."

"Oh," the pet said, a little disappointed that he hadn't been able to do that for anyone.

"Don't worry," John cooed, "I'm sure you'll twitch more before the night is out. Now, turn around, use both hands to spread your ass as wide as you can, and I'll guide you."

"Thanks!" The pet said excitedly as he obeyed, "I love having cocks inside me!"

"All you little sluts do," Charlie explained as he poured the first cup of coffee, "But not all of you get to experience it."

"I know," the pet gasped as the head of John's cock pushed past his sphincter. He wasn't used to it yet, and his own dick twitched at the sensation. It stretched him open, and he loved the feeling. "I feel so bad for them... but I'm happy for me!" He giggled, but it turned into a moan as John pushed past the second tight muscle, and his head was wedged firmly inside. When he was sure the pet wasn't going anywhere, he let go of his dick and held him by the hips.

"Now, you pretty little thing, just sit down. Get as full as you want like a good little slut, alright?"

"Thank you, sir!" The pet reached one arm back and cuddled into him, then tried to sit, as if he was sitting in a chair. When he didn't budge very far, he huffed.

"It's not working!" He leaned back and took his feet off the ground, but still he didn't slide all the way to the base. He let out a frustrated moan and put his hands over John's on his waist. "Why isn't it working?"

"It's working," John promised him, "We just didn't stretch you out so you're... so tight..."

"But I want it all!" The pet whined.

"You'll get there," John giggled as the pet continued to struggle, "Don't rush it. Relax."

"Johnny, just buck up into him, you're torturing him," Charlie teased, and sipped his coffee.

"He's cute when he's tortured," John laughed at the tears of frustration that leaked from the pet's eyes and the adorable sound he made. "But you're right." His grip on the boy's waist tightened, and he shoved him down. The pet had made it about halfway on his own, and he appreciated the help more than John could see. His face lit up in ecstasy- he had felt like that before, yesterday, at his coming-of-age, like he was finally in the state he was /supposed/ to be in, that he was where he was /supposed/ to be. He almost felt like he was floating. John was amazed he hadn't ripped, and put one hand on his chest to lean them both back into the chair.

"Keeps your legs spread as wide as you can," John told him, and the pet threw them over the arms of the chair, then John helped him spread them even wider. The pet felt the stretch in his thighs, but couldn't keep his eyes open. He was in heaven.

"Put all your weight on my dick," John instructed, and the pet leaned back a little more, but there was nowhere else to go- John was completely inside him. "How does that feel?"

"I love it!" The pet purred, "Thank you sir!"

He arched at the pain in his chest, and opened his eyes to see Charlie standing in front of them. He had reached out and twisted one of the pet's nipples so hard it sent a shot through him, and he felt himself twitch around John's dick. That must have been what they were talking about! That was how he could make Mr John feel good!  

Charlie did the same thing to the other nipple while John sipped his coffee. After a few seconds, he huffed and said, "He isn't very sensitive."

"No," John agreed, and spread one hand over the pet's stomach as Charlie pinched his nipples, then pulled them as far as they would go. The pet dug his nails into the armchair and moaned.

"Say," John asked, "Are you going to put anything on his nuts? You know how bad they are to retreat. He needs a stretcher or a humbler or something."

"In a second," Charlie said dismissively, "I'm trying to figure out if I want to pierce these or just clip them. Hell... maybe I should just cut them off."

"Do you have any clamps?" John asked, and thought that the pet's nipple's didn't stretch nearly as far as Cupcake's before they sprang back to his bruised chest, "Maybe with teeth? That's the best of both worlds."

"Oh, what a good idea," Charlie laughed. He flicked one of the boy's sore nipples, and he was gone.

"What's a clamp?" The pet asked, letting the pain fade to a dull throb.

"Something just for you," John reached between the boy's spread legs and tugged his sore nutsack out and away from his body. When he saw the pet's leg's twitch, he reminded him, "Keep your legs open. Just let it move through you."

The pet couldn't think through the pain to answer, but he managed to fight the impulse to close his legs as tears began to leak through his eyes.

"They're very swollen," John commented, "But still unfortunately small. And not very sensitive. But you're cute enough." He tugged the sack forward again, almost as Charlie had done with his nipples, and the pet was afraid he would pass out from the pain- or worse! That John would rip off his nuts. A pet's balls were very important to him- his dick didn't really matter, but life wouldn't be worth living if he were castrated. Masters loved to play with balls- they were the most sensitive part of a pet, and the bigger and more sensitive the better. If he lost his balls, he would beg them to kill him.

"Please!" He begged when he found his voice, "Please sir, don't take my nuts off!"

"Shss," John giggled, "Honey you're fine. I'm not pulling nearly hard enough to take them off. Charlie!" He called, "He thinks I'm going to pull his nuts off! Isn't that cute!?" He squeezed the sack to accentuate his point, and the pet's world swam. He slumped against John's back and tried to remember how to breath, but he hadn't taken his hand away. In fact, he had set down his coffee, and as soon as he released his grip, before the pet had time to breath, he flicked one nut with each hand, and the pet lurched forward to physically spread his knees with his hands. He had almost closed them, had come so close to disobeying.

"Wow," he said in amazement once he got his breath back, "that really hurt. I didn't think it would... I thought the squeezing and twisting would hurt more." He was going to ask if they had gotten any bigger, but John cut him off.

"What hurt?" He asked, "This?" He flicked the boy's dangling nuts again, and the pet nearly fell off the chair as the pain rocked him.

After a few seconds of hyperventilating and dry heaving, he realized Charlie was laughing at him.

"Yes," the pet took a deep breath and tried to will his voice to stop shaking, "Yes, sir. I thought it would hurt worse to squeeze or pull. But that /really/ hurt!"

"Do you like it?" John asked, and the pet seemed confused.

Finally, he said, "I like it when you play with me! Does it make me twitch around you when I hurt?"

"Yes," John giggled, and slowly tugged the pet's balls away from his body, then twisted them, and watched the boy's dick twitch, and the way he pressed against his knees with his hands to keep them open, "and it's adorable. Besides, this will make them bigger."

The pet cried out, and John used his free hand to stroke his face.

"Listen, sweetheart. You make all the noise you want. You can cry, you can scream, you can beg- you can ask for anything. It won't always happen, but you can ask."

The pet nodded, and broke into sobs.

"Here, let go," Charlie pushed the pet backwards until he was leaning on John's chest, but the boy couldn't see him through his tears. John released his nutsack, and watched it try to bounce back to position- it was definately bruised and even more swollen- the red was seeded with the patches of black and blue that were beginning to form.

"Thank you," the pet said, and thought about leaning forward to see how pretty his balls had gotten, but his master was playing with his nipples again. This time it didn't hurt at all, he was rolling them around, pinching them, flicking them, and the sensation made him grind down against John's cock.

John fumbled a hand around the coffee table and opened a drawer, but stopped himself at the sound of Charlie's voice.

"I don't know if I'd take more, Johnny. I laced your coffee!"

"And you weren't going to tell me!?" John asked in annoyance- but this was exactly the kind of prank his friend would play. It was harmless, one could argue helpful- he did, after all, want to keep the erection as long as he could. He didn't want to fuck the pet just yet- he wanted to feel him squirm.

"Those are so pretty!" The pet said, looking at the nipple clamps Charlie held, "I love the bells! Are they for me?"

"Do you think you can be a good boy?" Charlie asked.

"I'm trying, master!" The pet promised, and giggled when Charlie flicked one of his nipples back to hardness. 

He pried the first clamp open, but the pet didn't see it- his eyes were closed, and he was moaning. Charlie considered that he may have been wrong about his sensitivity. These clamps were sharp and industrial- heavy, sturdy metal filed to sharp points, and as the first one closed around the boy's nipple, he screamed, and tried to jerk away, but John held him, and there was nowhere to go.

"It hurts!" He said, and balled his little hands into fists as John held his wrists. The bell on the clamp jingled as he breathed, and he added, "But it's so pretty! It /keeps/ hurting! Will I... will I get used to it?"

"I hope not," Charlie explained as he played with the other nipple, tugged it into shape, "You're so much cuter when you're in pain."

"I am?" The pet asked, and thought that since that was true, he should wear them all the time. He didn't jerk nearly so much the second time, but he did cry out again, and John definitely felt him tighten again, trying his best to milk his cock.

The pet took a breath through his teeth and tried to will himself to get used to the cutting pain, to the weight on his chest. Charlie flicked the clamps, and when they bounced, a shot of pain flew through the boy in time with the jingling of his collar- he tried to sit up, and John hummed as the momentum of the motion slid him up and down his cock.

"Do you like those?" Charlie asked.

"Am I cute?" The pet asked, and John giggled.

"They look adorable, and they make you do the most fun things," John explained. He tugged one clamp- and the pet was sure it was going to cut his nipple off- but then John released it and it bounced back into place with the weight of the metal and the tinkling of the bell.

When the pet could breath again, he answered, "Then I love it! Thank you, master! Thank you, sir!"

 No.15265

Sorry about the double post. I don't know how to fix it.

 No.15353

Awesome! Can't wait for the irreversible parts ;)

 No.15399

So uh, if cupcake has been his pet for twenty years, wouldn't that make them both like, late 30s minimum?



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