Page 74 of His Pet

I hear coughing and a rattle of chains, as if someone’s yanking on them. Like the person inside is trying to pull away from Cameron’s cock, but the chains hold him in place.

Cameron stops kissing me to yell, “Deeper. Take me deeper, you stupid asshole.” He smashes the button and holds it for the longest time. There’s some groaning and gagging, and then Cameron finally lets go of the button. The man must have done what Cameron wanted.

Cameron holds me close as he thrusts into the hole and moans against my mouth. “Fuck. Your mouth feels better, pet, but fuck…” My cock is leaking all over his stomach as he rubs against me, shamelessly chasing his orgasm.

I wonder if I should be jealous. If I’m his, he’s mine, which should mean his cock is all mine. But he said I was better. He’s using the other man like a toy, literally as a nameless, impersonal hole he can stick his cock in while he kisses me.

Yet another thing that shouldn’t be so fucking hot.

A twinge in my hole reminds me where Cameron’s cock was just minutes ago. In my ass, lubed by that stuff from hell. And now he’s forcing that same cock into someone’s mouth. I don’t even know how to feel about it. I should feel sympathy for the poor victim Cameron’s raping, but my cock is getting squeezed between us in the best way possible, I’m really horny, and…

Didn’t I decide that since Cameron is in control, I wouldn’t worry about anything?

Cameron’s arms tighten around me, and his hips stutter. He’s close.

I run my fingers through his hair and push against him like I’m trying to take control of the kiss. “Come for me, Sir,” I dare to say, the words foreign but strangely right on my tongue. They have an effect. Cameron’s grip turns bruising and he moans. “For me,” I repeat. “Not for that guy sucking you off, but for your pet.”

“Fuck.” Cameron slams forward so hard the box rattles. The man inside might make a sound, but I can’t hear it over Cameron’s low groan. “Justin.” His body grows taut, and it’s strange to feel him come like this, shattering with my name on his lip, without actually feeling his cock anywhere. Without his hot cum flowing into my ass or my mouth or splattering on my skin. Strange, but in a good way, like I’m more than the others. He used someone else to come, but it’s me he came for, my name he cried out. It’s a powerful feeling only slightly tinged by guilt for the man currently choking as he swallows Cameron’s cum.

“Fuck, pet.” Cameron rests his head against my shoulder, his forehead damp with sweat. “You’re so damn amazing.” He kisses me, then pounds on the box. “Clean me up properly, you lazy fuck,” he calls out.

A satisfied groan rumbles from him as he gets serviced. I pull him in for another kiss to catch all those little sounds. They’re mine. Everything about him is mine.

Finally, he sighs and tucks his cock away. I expect him to say we’re going home now, and my cock is a little disappointed about that, but I already came once today. I shouldn’t be greedy. Cameron, however, throws me for a loop.

“Damn, I needed that. Now it’s your turn.”

Chapter 47

Justin

My jaw drops. “My turn? What do you mean, my turn?” I look at him, then at the box, then at Cameron again. He can’t possibly mean…

Oh god, he does, doesn’t he? “You want me to…”

I can’t even say it. There’s no way I could do this. It’s rape, plain and simple. It’s one thing when Cameron does it, he’s a bad guy after all, but me? I couldn’t.

“Yes, pet. You’re getting your cock sucked.”

I shake my head. “No, please. Can’t you—”

Cameron grabs my throat and squeezes, cutting off both my protest and my air. Something dangerous flashes in his eyes. “I don’t remember asking you a question, pet.”

Fuck. I overstepped. Everything was going so well, so of course I had to go and muck it up.

My lungs burn and my eyes water from lack of air. I put my hands on Cameron’s forearm. Not to claw at him to try and free myself, but simply to hold onto him, to show him my submission. He won’t kill me. I keep that in mind even as my vision grows blurry and black spots start to dance around the edges.

He releases me long before I lose consciousness, and I suck in a shaky breath. “I’m sorry, Sir.” My throat aches a little. “I didn’t mean to sound pushy. It’s just… I can’t r-rape someone.” My voice breaks at that terrible word.

“It’s not rape, Justin,” Cameron says, his softness in direct contrast to the way he choked me only seconds earlier. “It’s training. If you really think about it, it’s charity. But you’re not going to think about it because I ordered you to do it, which means you don’t have to worry whether it’s right or wrong. You simply do it. I make the choices. You follow. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Defeated, I slump against him. He’s right. I’ll do anything he wants. Not because I’m scared of punishment but because I want to please him. I want to be good for him. Whatever he makes me do is on his conscience, not mine.

He pulls me into his arms. “Good boy. Remember, you’re doing this for me. I want you to, and it pleases me when you obey. I want nothing more than to praise you for being a good little pet.”

I groan, my cock twitching between our bodies. Dangling praise in front of me is so goddamn unfair. He knows I’d do anything to hear those words.

Despite my moral dilemma, my traitorous cock hasn’t softened in the slightest. My erection doesn’t waver even when Cameron has to get the stool for me because I’m so damn short my cock doesn’t reach the hole without it. And here I thought licking my cum off the floor was the height embarrassment for tonight.