Pet

by Lesli Richardson

  He slowly nods. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You like it rough, don’t you? No shame in that, either.”

  Another nod. “Yes, Sir. I like it rough.”

  “Gets you off harder, being used like that, doesn’t it?”

  He sighs. “Yes, Sir. It does.”

  “Then I propose a mutually beneficial arrangement.” I hold up a small key to the padlock I left next to the lockable collar, and I set it on the floor by his food. “I’ll even let you hold this key, so you can put it on and take it off when you want to. If I come in here and you’ve got that collar on, I’ll know you’re in the mood to suck my cock. And, if you are, I’ll let you jerk off while you do it. If you’re not in the mood to suck my cock, that’s fine, too. I promise you, there’s no punishment for not wanting to do that. Is that fair?”

  I should mention I am talking in my normal tone of voice, which I know makes me sound just like Carter.

  Did I mention I’m a bastard?

  He licks his lips and nods. “Yes, Sir. That’s fair.”

  “Excellent.” I step back. “You can have three cookies with your dinner. I’ll come check on you and take your dishes later on.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  I give him a wide smile. “You’re very welcome.”

  I’m still smiling as I close the door.

  When I return an hour later, making sure to use heavy footfalls on the stairs so he hears me coming, I unlock the bathroom door to find he’s wearing the collar.

  Yes!

  I’d hoped he would by sometime tomorrow, but I was serious about not forcing him to.

  “Good boy!” I toss him another pair of wrist manacles, unlocked, and the key to the pair he’s currently wearing. “Uncuff your left hand and use that other pair to chain it to your waist chain. Then chain your right hand to the waist chain. Give me back the key when you finish.”

  He catches on quickly and complies.

  Yes, it looks like he’s hard.

  Once he’s secure, I step into the bathroom. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

  He nods. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Pants down, so you don’t get anything on them.

  He wiggles and gets them worked down his thighs.

  “Ask me for it.”

  He licks his lips. “I would like to please suck your cock, Sir.”

  “Good boys swallow.”

  “Yes, Sir. I will swallow.”

  “And would you like to jerk off while you suck me off?”

  He nods again. “Yes, Sir. May I please jerk off while I suck you off?”

  He is a fast learner. “Yes, you may.”

  I step in closer and draw my sidearm, but I don’t cock it or point it at him. “This is my insurance,” I say. Then I hold up the key to the locks on the waist chain and I toss them out into the bedroom, on the bed.

  Well out of his reach. “You do anything to fuck with me, you’ll die in here, either from me shooting you, or from you starving to death because you are trapped because you killed me. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “If at any time you want to stop, seriously, all you have to do is say red or pull off. I’m not going to choke you on my cock right now. I want you to learn to trust me. I might kick your ass about a lot of things, but this is my weird little thing. For sex, I need you willing to take what I give you, or it kills my boner. Got it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I squirt lube into his right palm before I straddle him. He sits up a little straighter. With my free hand, I unfasten my jeans and he opens his mouth, waiting.

  That hardens my cock.

  “Good boy.” I let him lean forward and wrap his lips around the head, and…

  Holy shit. He is good.

  “That’s it,” I hoarsely say. “Jerk off, boy.”

  He does while giving me, no shit, the best blowjob of my goddamned life.

  And I’ve had a lot of excellent blowjobs in my time.

  I let my free hand rest on his head where I gently massage his scalp while encouraging him, calling him my good boy, and basically exploit every single existing preset trained response he likely has in place.

  By the time we both finish ten minutes later, he’s glassy-eyed and has swallowed every drop of cum I fed him.

  I stagger back and fumble my jeans closed. “Lick it up from your hand, boy.” I reholster my sidearm. Hopefully, he’ll quickly earn my trust so I don’t have to use that as a threat to keep him from trying anything.

  He immediately scoops up every bit and licks it from his fingers. “Thank you, Sir,” he says without prompting from me.

  “Good boy.” I take the washcloth, wet it in the sink, and toss it to him. “Clean up.”

  He does.

  “I’ll give you a choice,” I tell him. “Hands back the way they were, or hands like this?” The other way, he can stretch them over his head.

  “The other way, please, Sir.”

  He’s more sure of himself now and quickly returns the second set of manacles to me.

  “Pants up.”

  Once he’s put together again, I draw my weapon and hold it on him while I check his work to make sure he can’t slip out of them.

  He can’t.

  “Good boys earn more rewards,” I say. I get him a chocolate bar and toss it to him. “Collar on or off, your choice. See you in the morning.”

  I lock him in and go take a shower, where I end up jerking off again.

  As I recover, I rest my head against the wall and breathe deeply. For the first time in too damned long, I’m actually…eager to do something that doesn’t involve my job.

  And that night, despite having a prisoner in the next room, I sleep better than I have in a long damned time.

  The next morning, Eddie is wearing the collar when I open the door to give him his breakfast.

  “Did you sleep with it on?”

  He nods. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Why?”

  He blushes. “Because it felt good, Sir.”

  “Good boy.”

  I get a blowjob from him after lunch. He’s still wearing the collar at dinnertime, and I include two new items with his meal: a spoon, and a buttplug.

  He stares at the buttplug for a moment, then up to me.

  I smile. “Optional. Just like the collar. Put it in, take it out, or don’t. Totally your decision. If you put it in, and I open the door while you have it in, I want you to turn over and pull your sweats down so I can see it.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good boy.” I don’t talk with him. I leave him alone to eat and think.

  I return at eleven p.m. and, as I open the door, I spot him on his hands and knees, ass to the door, sweats down around his knees.

  Buttplug in and collar on.

  “Good boy! Can you wag your tail for me?” He shakes his ass a little, and it’s adorable. I laugh. “Good boy! Sit up.”

  He does. I have him go through the manacle changeover and squirt lube into his palm before stepping into position. “Have fun, boy.”

  He drains my balls and presses his face against my abs with my soft cock in his mouth as I scratch his head for him. “Do you like it when I do that?”

  “Yeth, Thir,” he mumbles around my cock.

  Remember, this is all without him seeing my face. He hears Carter’s voice and is lost in his memories, which is what I want.

  I increase the pressure on the back of his head, not painfully firm, but showing him who’s in charge. “Good boys always get rewards,” I softly say. “Good pets get rewarded even more. But I only want a willing pet.” I stroke his head and wait.

  The deep, snuffling breath shakes his entire body and I ease my cock out of his mouth so he can look up at me. “May I please be Sir’s pet?”

  I smile down at him. “I would be happy to have you as my pet.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  I fuck Eddie for the first time after lunch. Right there on the bathroom floor, with him on his hands a
nd knees and his ass in the air for me. I didn’t have to go through the manacle switch with him because I reach around him before I come and jerk him off, roughly, my other hand pinning him by his collar.

  He comes so hard I think he’s going to squeeze my cock off and it triggers my orgasm.

  When we finish, I remain in place for a moment. I’m still in my jeans and a shirt, and the balaclava.

  “Did you think about Carter when I made you come?”

  He nods. “Yes, Sir.”

  He should have. While he ate, I asked him for specifics on how Carter would fuck him.

  I pat him on the ass, pull out, and stand. “Stay.” I clean up, flush the condom, zip up, and then give him permission to move and clean up.

  Once he’s sitting in his original position, I stare down at him from the bathroom doorway. “You have been very good, pet. Do you understand what I mean by rewarding you?”

  He nods. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

  “Is there anything you want to ask me? I don’t promise to answer, but you can ask anything.”

  He considers it for a moment. “Are you going to kill me, Sir?”

  “Not if you continue being such a good boy for me. But I need to learn to trust you as much as you need to learn to trust me.” I step aside so he can see the bed behind me. “I would love to have you be able to sleep with me in there. But what do you think has to happen to make that happen?”

  He thinks for a moment. “You need to trust I won’t try to kill you or escape, Sir.”

  “Exactly. And how do you think we can best reach that point?”

  I let him think again. “I will give up my clothes to give Sir easy access to me.”

  That’s…not what I expected him to say. I figured he’d answer something abstract, like building trust, or some bullshit along those lines.

  “Really?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Hmm.” I consider it. “Right now?”

  He nods, like he’s trying not to look eager. “Yes, Sir.”

  I make a big show of pretending to take my time considering it. “Okay. I’ll allow it. I’ll give you an extra blanket. If you get cold, you are under orders to summon me and ask for more. Understand?”

  He nods, eagerly. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Also, you can always safeword for sex.”

  He nods again and I suspect he never will safeword for sex. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

  “I told you, I want an eager pet. I’m sure I will do plenty of things to you that you won’t like, because I’m a sadist and you’re a masochist. But rape is a line I will not cross.” Although I’m not beyond some heavy coercion. “Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  “Good boy.” I let him remove the manacles and strip before putting them back on again. “Since you’re naked, feel free to take a shower or bath when you want to, as long as we’re not talking or fucking, obviously.”

  He smiles. “Obviously, Sir.”

  There’s the hint of the smart mouth I enjoyed beating him over. “Good boy.”

  My cock is hard and thick and ready for action as I mount the stairs to take Eddie his dinner. No shit, I haven’t been this horny in years.

  When I open the bathroom door, I find him kneeling on the floor, ass in the air and head down on his hands, ass facing the door.

  I see from the smear of lube that he’s already prepared.

  Well, okay then.

  I nearly drop the food in my hurry to set it down. “Good boy.” I quickly unzip, sheath myself in a condom, and sink home inside him, hard and deep.

  We both moan and I hold still for a moment with my hands on his hips. “Such a good boy,” I growl before I plow him, hard, fast, and deep. I almost blow too soon but manage to hold back long enough to reach around and jerk him off first before I finish.

  As I kneel there and catch my breath, I stare at the mark on his lower back and press my thumb to it. “She wasn’t good enough for you, Eddie,” I tell him. “She didn’t deserve a good boy like you.”

  From the way his body starts shaking, I know he’s crying. “Thank you, Sir.”

  I pat his ass, withdraw, and clean up. He maintains his position. “You can clean up and eat, pet.”

  He nods, but he’s still softly crying.

  I lock him in the bathroom and leave him to process all of that.

  I return an hour later and find him in the same position he was in when I left him.

  But he’s cleaned up, eaten dinner, and washed his dishes.

  “Did you get in position when you heard me coming?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good boy. You can sit where you usually do.”

  He does.

  This won’t take long. I set another package of cookies on the sink and turn to stare down at him. “Are you complying only to save Carter, or because you really want to?”

  He doesn’t answer immediately. “At first, to save Carter, Sir.”

  “And now?”

  “Because I really want to, Sir.”

  I step back to the doorway. “If you could choose to keep doing what you and I are doing, with you earning more privileges and me taking care of you, would you be willing to discuss that?”

  He nods. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you still love Carter?”

  He’s slower to answer but eventually does. “Yes, Sir,” he quietly says. “I probably will always love him.”

  “Do you regret letting him go?”

  He nods. “I do, Sir.”

  “Do you think you could come to feel something for me?”

  “Maybe, Sir.”

  Good enough for now. “Do you miss getting your ass beaten?”

  “Yes, Sir. I enjoyed impact play.”

  “Would you like to go to sleep with a red ass?”

  His breath hitches. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Then ask for it.”

  I watch the way his throat works as he swallows. “I would like to go to bed with a red ass, Sir. Please.”

  Removing my gun and holster, I set them on the bed. Then I return to the bathroom and make a big show of slowly stripping my black leather belt from my jeans. “Show me,” I tell him.

  His eyes widen and he turns, getting on his knees and leaning over the edge of the tub.

  “Good boy.” I step in, pin him by his collar, and give him five hard strikes across his ass cheeks with the belt, immediately dropping it and rubbing in the sting. As I do he softly moans and pushes his ass against my hand, craving my touch.

  “That was very good,” I tell him. “Stay.” I retrieve my belt, return to the doorway, and close the door nearly all the way, just far enough he can still see my face. “I ask you again, do you think you can come to feel something for me?”

  He maintains his position. “Yes, Sir. I do.” His voice sounds a little slurred and I think maybe I just dropped him into subspace from that quick taste of pain.

  Reaching up, I peel the hot, sweaty balaclava off my head. “What about now? Turn around.” He does, and it takes a second, but I see the exact moment everything connects in his brain. “Don’t worry—Carter and his family are obviously in no danger, and won’t be. In fact, the only reason I didn’t kill you is because you told me he broke a promise to you. Good night, pet.”

  I smile as I watch him lean, stunned and trying to see me for as long as possible before I close and lock the door.

  The morning of day four, I have to fight my eagerness to see what Eddie’s overnight processing brings to our growing dynamic. He didn’t make a peep all night long. I’d almost expected him to break and start beating on the door after I’d locked it, demand answers, beg me to talk to him.

  But he didn’t.

  He followed my rules.

  I’m whistling when I carry his breakfast up the stairs and into the bedroom, happy to be rid of that goddamned mask. When I open the door, I find Eddie in the same kneeling position, ass pointed at the door.

  Lubed.

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nbsp; “What is this position called?” I ask.

  “She called it Worship, Sir.” Looking closer, I see he’s trembling.

  “Are you cold?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Nervous?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m certain you have questions.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “First, tell me your thoughts when I closed the door last night.”

  Understandably, it takes him a moment. “I knew you weren’t him, but I guess it was instinctive I mistook you for him, Sir.”

  “Him, who, specifically?”

  “Carter, Sir.”

  “And?”

  He remains still. “Pete and Tom were KIA.”

  “Yes.”

  “Parker is married, I think. And so is Charlie, I believe.”

  “Yes.” He’s got a great memory. Or he’s been stalking Carter and my family.

  “Jason was older than Pete and Tom and Carter.”

  “Yes. So?”

  “You’re Gene or Jason.”

  “Turn around and sit up.”

  He does, his cock going hard as he stares up into my face.

  I let him sit there for a moment. “So I’ll ask you again—do you think you could come to feel something for me?”

  He nods, stunned as he stares at me.

  I’ll give him that freebie, considering how compliant he’s been.

  “Do you understand now that I mean it when I say if you work with me, I won’t kill you?”

  He nods.

  “And do you understand I mean it that, obviously, Carter and his family are in no danger?”

  He nods again. He’s still staring at my face, fascinated.

  Fuck, that’s great for a guy’s ego.

  “I’m going to leave you to eat your breakfast and digest this development,” I tell him. “Any questions?”

  “Yes, Sir. Are you Gene or Jason?”

  I could let him dangle for a little longer, but again, the whole give and take thing. I need this process to proceed quickly. “I’m Jace. And, yes, I’m gay. And no, none of my family knows I’m gay any more than we knew Carter was bi.” I gently close the door behind me.