14. Chapter 14
Cameron
Justin is quiet after receiving his reward. Probably tired. I should let him sleep, but I don’t send him back to his cage yet. He needs to eat something other than my cum. Not that cum doesn’t have some nutritional value, but, yeah. Food.
Since my pants have already received a fair share of both lube and cum, I wipe my hand into them. I roughly clean myself with wet wipes I keep on the coffee table for this very purpose, along with lube and other things that come in handy when sexy pets are around. Like restraints.
Once I'm reasonably clean, I grab my phone. I’m about to order pizza when I remember Mikhail’s warning. “Do you have any food allergies?” I ask my pet.
Justin slowly blinks and a frown creases his forehead. “Huh?”
He still sounds a little out of it from how hard he came, so I don’t pester him about addressing me properly.
“Are you allergic to something?” I explain.
“Nuts or milk or bread or, I don’t know.
” What can people be allergic to? “Pineapple?” I love it on pizza, but if it should hurt Justin, I’ll give it up.
“Um, no? I don’t think so. I eat everything,” Justin replies, sounding confused, like he’s surprised I’d want to know such an important thing about him.
“Great. So, pineapple and ham, or maybe bacon? Yeah, we’ve earned some bacon today, haven’t we?” I mumble to myself as I order double my usual from the nearby pizza place.
Justin makes a confused “uh-huh” sound, but doesn’t say anything, so I take it that he’s okay with pineapple on pizza. Even if he wasn’t, well, I make the decisions here. And really, who doesn’t like pineapple on pizza? It’s delicious.
Once the order is in, I guide Justin into the shower and start the water. I grimace as I notice the grime coating the fixtures and tiles. Since I had to put my last pet down, I’ve avoided coming into the basement, let alone cleaning the place. Everything in here reminded me of Cal.
Now that I have Justin, I’ll have to pick up the slack and get this place back to its usual shine.
That can wait for tomorrow, though. Tonight, we’ll have dinner and a nice cuddle.
Maybe some more fun because Justin’s ass will need a lot of stretching to take my cock.
Then I’ll put him back in his cage and go to bed, although how I’ll fall asleep with all the adrenaline coursing through my veins is anyone’s guess.
We wash in a silence I don’t quite like but don’t know how to break. I know, logically, that Justin is in shock and trying to make sense of the sudden changes in his life, and that he needs time. Even so, part of me wishes this stage were already behind us.
He keeps his head down, not looking at me even once, and I suspect not all the moisture on his face is from the showerhead raining hot water down on us.
Slowly, so as not to startle him, I stroke his back. “Hey. It’s okay. You’ll be fine, I promise.” His shoulders twitch on a silent sob, and he shakes his head, but still won’t look at me. “Oh, pet,” I sigh and pull him closer, opening my arms for him. “Come here.”
He steps into my arms, reluctantly at first, but then he relaxes. He’s still shaking a little, but that’s not surprising after his orgasm.
“You’re doing so well,” I tell him again. It’s true and he needs to hear it.
He’s doing better than any of the pets I’ve ever had. There’s no screaming or fighting, no struggle, just hesitant obedience coated in quiet sadness, which I hope to dispel with time. I haven’t even needed to discipline him yet.
Mikhail was right. He really is perfect for this.
I just have to figure out how to convince him that being my pet is the best thing that could have happened to him.
I think I’m on the right track there. Despite being afraid of me, Justin already comes to me for comfort.
Even now, he throws his arms around me and squeezes me like I’m his lifeline.
I keep stroking his back and whispering into his hair. “There you go. Everything is alright. Whenever you need to be held, I’ll be here for you, I promise.” Unless I’m away for work, but then Justin will be safely inside his cage, and I’ll make up for my absence later.
Justin’s silence continues as we dry off and I put on a spare pair of sweats. He’s not crying anymore, just numbly staring into space, lost in thought. When I tell him to join me on the couch, he immediately curls into my side.
I’ve never had a pet behave like this before, and I’m not quite sure what to think of it. Maybe he’s pretending? Waiting for me to drop my guard?
I’m tense, expecting him to attack me or try to run, but he seems content to just cuddle. When I throw a blanket over us, he hums his quiet approval and snuggles closer to me.
I consider locking him into the cage when I go get the pizza, but I’ll only be gone for a few minutes, and the basement’s soundproofing is top-notch.
Even if Justin screamed at the top of his lungs, not a peep would be heard upstairs.
Besides, I like this calm and cuddly Justin, and I worry the cage will make him cry again.
In my haste, I probably give the delivery guy a ridiculously large tip as I throw random bills at him, but money doesn’t matter to me. At least he’ll be quick to come the next time I order something.
When I return, I’m relieved to find Justin sitting on the couch in the exact spot where I left him.
I don’t think he’s moved at all aside from wrapping the blanket tighter around him.
He’s still staring right ahead with unseeing eyes, looking so lost and sad my heart aches for him.
I wish I could help him, but while I know how to give amazing blowjobs, I know nothing about healing hearts. But…
No one can be sad when they have pizza, right? It always cheers me up when I’m feeling maudlin, which has been happening a little too often recently. I’ve had to spend a lot more time working out because of how much pizza I kept eating.
“Dinner’s here,” I announce loudly. Justin glances at me and his lips curve up in a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. Still, it’s a start. “I hope you’re hungry. I ordered two.”
“A little,” Justin says, sounding a little uncertain.
I assume it’s because he isn’t sure how to talk to me and is afraid of accidentally making me angry.
That’s more familiar territory and something I’m used to from pets.
As I set the boxes down, he seats himself more comfortably on the couch. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Well, I’d be a terrible Master if I didn’t feed my pets, wouldn’t I?” I grab some napkins from the cupboards, and two paper plates. I have normal ones here as well, but I’m still not one hundred percent certain about Justin’s intentions. I’d rather not be smacked with a heavy ceramic plate.
If it disappoints Justin, he doesn’t let it show. He puts a slice of pizza on one plate, then hesitates, his startled eyes meeting mine again. “Am I expected to serve you, Sir?”
I smile, pleased that he’s actively trying to figure out the rules.
“I won’t say no if it pleases you, but you don’t have to.
I’m happy to serve you instead.” Justin seems confused by my words, but when I fill a plate for him and offer it to him in exchange for the one he prepared, he accepts.
My smile widens. “There. Now we’ve served each other. Kind of like earlier, don’t you think?”
His voice is hollow as he replies, “Yes, Sir.” He lowers his head again, studying his slice of pizza like it’s infinitely more interesting than I am. I try not to be offended. After all, everyone loves pizza.
He only eats two slices, then half of another one at my gentle insistence. It doesn’t feel enough, but then, he’s probably half my weight, so I can’t expect him to eat the same amount I do.
After dinner, we cuddle on the couch again, and my plans for more sexy fun time die a slow death by food coma.
I hate wasting food, so naturally I had to finish what Justin didn't eat, and now I’m too tired to move.
This is good too, though. Sitting on a comfy couch with a warm, pliant pet curled up to my side. That’s how everyone’s day should end.