4. Chapter 4
Cameron
I take some time to observe my new pet, my mind already busy coming up with all the things I’m going to do to him. My cock, so uninterested before, hardens as I watch Justin’s soft features, and I palm it through my pants.
Soon.
Soon, but not yet. I love fucking my pets while they’re asleep and pliant under me, but my first time with Justin will be while he’s fully conscious and able to feel every inch of my cock entering him.
I won’t rob either of us of that experience.
It’s important for bonding, too. My pet needs to know that his new Master will use every part of his body the way he pleases.
It doesn’t mean I can’t touch him now, though.
Cradling Justin’s upper body to my chest, I carefully slip the top of his pajamas off. It would be easier to simply cut it. He won’t be able to wear it anyway because pets don’t wear clothes, but I can’t bring myself to destroy it. He looks so cute wearing it. So innocent.
Maybe I’ll make him put the pajamas on for some roleplaying later. A shy nerd and a jock bully. The jock wants to fuck the nerd, but can’t admit it because he hates the idea of being gay. Playing it out with a pet should be more fun than the high school reality.
Justin’s skin is ghostly pale, showing that he doesn’t go outside much, but which college student has time to sunbathe these days? The contrast of his pale skin against the deep umber of mine is stunning, like day and night. I love it.
Goosebumps appear on Justin’s skin as I run my fingers through the soft hair on his chest, following the trail down his stomach to where it disappears under his pajama bottoms. I make quick work of removing them, eager to fully unwrap my present.
His cock is perfect. A little smaller than mine but then, everything about him is.
The brown hair around the base is neatly trimmed, which definitely earns my pet some bonus points.
I don’t require my partners to be shaved because it makes them seem too juvenile, but some basic grooming is a necessity.
His skin is soft and a little cold under my hands as I run them down his arms. Slim fingers with neatly trimmed nails, another bonus point.
It looks like my pet knows how to take care of himself to please his Master.
I kiss his fingertips and nuzzle his palm, imagining him gently stroking my cheek and caressing my hair.
Eventually, he’ll learn to do those things without being ordered to, but we have a long way to go until then.
Instead of taking his cock straight into my mouth to find out what he tastes like, I slowly kiss my way up his inner thigh and inhale his soft scent.
Sweet-smelling soap, sleep, and just a hint of musk.
It makes my mouth water, so I trail the same trace with my tongue, planting more kisses and little bite marks on Justin’s skin.
Then I nuzzle the hair at the base of his cock, my cheek rubbing against the still-soft shaft.
Denying myself the final prize, I repeat the process with his other leg, kissing and licking and nibbling until his skin is dotted with red marks.
I touch his balls, heavy in their sac, and squeeze them before moving on to his cock.
A few careful strokes make it slowly fill with blood, not to full hardness but enough for me to play with.
I glance up Justin’s body, wondering if he can feel me touching him even through the haze of whatever drugs Mikhail gave him, but he seems completely out of it.
No matter. He will wake up eventually. Until then, I’ll see how hard I can get him.
Maybe once the effect of the sedatives starts wearing off, I’ll even be able to make him come and have the first taste of his cum.
I take him in my mouth, moaning when he hardens further, becoming rigid and heavy on my tongue. What a responsive pet. Even unconscious, his body obeys me.
I stroke myself as I lick and suck at Justin’s cock, then slow the movement of my hand.
It’s too soon to come. My pet isn’t awake yet.
He’s getting there, though. The smallest, softest moan slips from his parted lips, and while his eyes remain closed, he moves his head from side to side as if searching for something.
I let go of his cock with a wet pop and capture that inviting mouth, determined to swallow his moans as well as his cum. Everything he is, everything he has, it all belongs to me now.
So much for not wanting a new pet. How am I so obsessed with him already? This is dangerous. How much will it hurt when I have to get rid of him?
No, I can’t think that way. That’s just setting myself up for failure. Justin won’t become a zombie. I won’t allow it. If Mikhail said Justin will be happy as a pet, then he will be.
God, I hope Mikhail is. I can’t get my heart broken again. Then my not-quite-depression would turn into an actual depression for sure. Suddenly being alone after becoming used to someone’s presence is the worst.
Like the perfect pet he is, Justin interrupts my dark thoughts with another moan. This time, his hips strain up, his cock bobbing over his stomach like it’s trying to get my attention. I oblige, because the wishes of my pet’s cock are mine, and lose myself in the simple joy of fellatio.
Justin’s moans and movements become more frequent and I stroke myself harder, already teetering on the edge again. It’s his slurred “What?” that pushes me over.
I take great care to coat as much of him in my cum as I can. My nuts aren’t bottomless, so I don’t quite manage more than his belly and chest, but there’s always next time.
Justin’s eyes flutter open before closing again, and he makes a valiant effort at raising his hand before the drugs drag him back under.
His features are no longer soft. Now, they’re contorted in a grimace of confusion that will soon shift into fear and anger. Of course, I would have preferred a smile, but I’m a realist. We have to go through a lot of tears before we get to smiles.
While he’s still unconscious, I attach cuffs to his wrists and ankles. Later, I’ll use them to restrain him, but there’s no need for that now, not when he’s incapable of coherent thought.
Justin whimpers, then slurs something like “Please,” his hips jerking again.
“Do you want to come, pet?” I whisper against his mouth. A shudder runs through me when he moans and instinctively yields to my kiss, then repeats his desperate plea. He’s so sweet. “What a good pet you’ll make.”
Justin tenses as my words register, then relaxes again as I stroke his cock. He murmurs something unintelligible, trying his best to thrust into my fist.
“So eager.” I chuckle. My cock twitches with renewed interest, but there’s no way I’ll be getting hard this soon, no matter how hot my new pet is, squirming on the table as he chases his pleasure.
“Stay still,” I order, curious whether he’s awake enough to understand and follow the command.
“Who…? What…?” Justin’s eyes, so deeply brown they’re almost black, close, then open, then close again. He shakes his head like he’s trying to shake the drugs off, but it only makes him dizzy and he groans. “Please… don’t…”
Ah, begging. How I love that sound. He should be begging for something else, though.
“So you don’t want me to make you come?” I squeeze him harder, running my thumb over his slit on the upstroke.
It’s all wet with pre-cum, proof that while his mind might not be on board yet, his body is. “Should I stop?”
“Please.” Justin raises his hand, his movement too uncoordinated for me to tell whether he’s trying to push me away or grab his cock and finish the job. “Who…?”
“I’m your new Master, little pet.”
“Huh?” His eyes focus on me for a moment and he shakes his head again. “Wait…”
I don’t wait. I stroke him faster, needing him so close to the edge that he’s unable to think straight.
He needs to know that I’m in charge here, and that good behavior will be rewarded.
“Do you want me to stop?” Just when he’s almost there, his cock hardening further and his body tensing up, I slow the movement of my hand.
I keep stroking him, letting him hover in that maddening spot where the climax is so close it hurts, but is just outside of reach.
“Yes or no, Justin,” I say louder to get through the haze in his mind.
“Please,” he whimpers. His arms flail and this time he’s definitely reaching for his cock.
I grab his wrist and squeeze. “Stop.” That’s a command he needs to learn as soon as possible.
“Keep your hands down.” I demonstrate by pushing his wrist against the table.
“If I have to restrain you, I’ll make it hurt.
” I don’t enjoy causing pain the way Mikhail does, but some disciplining is always necessary, especially with new pets.
They learn faster with the threat of punishment hanging over them.
Justin’s breath catches, then starts coming in sharp gasps. “Please,” he repeats, still too out of it to string a full sentence together. He does, however, stop moving, his eyes fluttering closed.
A light smack on his cheek has them flying open again. “Keep your eyes on me,” I say. “I’m your new Master, and I’m the one giving you this orgasm. You will keep looking at me as you come, or you’ll get punished. Is that clear?”
Tears well up in those beautiful eyes, but he manages to keep them open and mostly focused on me, although I can tell how difficult it is for him.
His whimper mostly sounds like an assent, not that I need it, so I let go of his wrist and hold his gaze as I lean over his cock again.
He's straining his neck too much trying to keep me in his field of vision, so I quickly stuff a pillow under his head.
No one can say I don't take good care of my pets.
“Eyes on me,” I repeat, then get to business.