Page 16 of His Pet

Cameron sits down on the couch and pulls me on his lap, like I’m a child who needs comforting. Maybe I am. I desperately need comfort right now, even if it comes from the person who caused my distress. Cameron is just so good at this. He hugs me tightly and whispers sweet nothings, assuring me over and over that everything will be okay and that he won’t hurt me.

He squishes me when he leans over to grab a box of tissues from the coffee table, and that simple act of caring makes me cry even harder.

I’m a lost cause. Why can’t I stop crying? Nothing terrible is happening to me right now. I’m being held and comforted. I should be befriending Cameron, getting him on my side so he won’t kill me when he grows bored with me. Instead, I’ve covered him with my snot and the erection that’d been pressing into my ass has grown soft considerably.

Great fucking job, Justin. Way to get yourself killed as a malfunctioning pet. Truly, Cameron’s a saint for putting up with my antics without even a word of reproach.

“I’m sorry,” I manage to say eventually, once the worst of the crying is over. “I don’t usually cry this much.”

“Ah, pet,” Cameron sighs. “You can cry as often as you need to. Just promise to tell me if there’s something I can do to make you feel better.”

I’m tempted to blurt out that he could let me go, but I hold it back. That’s definitely not what he wants to hear.

With a wad of tissues—I’ve used up almost the entire box—I clean up my face and Cameron’s chest the best I can. My face feels hot and swollen and I must look awful, but Cameron still watches me with a smile. He kisses my forehead, my nose, my cheeks. His five-o’clock beard scratches at my skin; a new but not unpleasant experience.

His lips are soft and warm and my cheeks grow even hotter as I remember those lips on my cock. How am I getting aroused again? I’ve just been weeping like a baby a minute ago, and now my captor is literally kissing tears off my cheeks, and my reaction is to grow a semi?

Cameron is hard again, too, and his arms are like a steel cage around me, preventing me from moving away even if I wanted to. And I don’t really want to. It’s all kinds of wrong, I know, but I do feel safe with him.

Get that shrink appointment ready. When I get out of here, I’m going straight to a padded cell.

One hand cups my cheek. It’s so big he could crack my head like an egg if he just squeezed a little, but he’s being achingly gentle. Rubbing the tip of his nose against mine, he whispers, “Kiss me, pet.”

Chapter 11

Justin

My breath catches. Kiss him? My first reaction is panic, but not for the obvious reason. I’m not freaking out because my captor wants to take things to the next level. I’m panicking because I worry I’ll be bad at it.

My heart is thumping against my ribs so hard Cameron must feel it, or maybe he just expects the worst from me at this point, because he starts comforting me again. “It’s okay, Justin. A little kiss. Or a big one, if you feel up to it. It would make me so happy.” His thumb swipes at my mouth. “I’ve seen you look at my lips. You want to kiss me, don’t you?”

The most messed up thing so far is that I really do want to kiss him. To keep him happy, yes, but also because I’m curious. There’s just a small problem. “I’ve never…”

“You’ve never kissed anyone before?”

“No! I’m not a virgin,” I protest before realizing that assuring my captor of my sexual experience is probably not the best idea. “I’ve just…”

“Never kissed a man before?” Cameron laughs. It’s not a mean laugh that would make me feel stupid, just a warm sound of genuine amusement. “Do you think that a man’s mouth is different from a woman’s? It’s absolutely the same. Just take it slow and experiment. You’ll see that it feels right.”

That’s what I’m afraid of. Still, my captor commanded me to kiss him, so I have to obey, even if he isn’t currently threatening me. In a way, it would be much easier if he was. If he held me down and took everything he wanted from me. Making me do it is devious. It makes me look like I actually want to, which I don’t. Not. At. All.

I blow my nose again and clean my face the best I can. Then, because the position is giving me a crick in my neck, I shift to straddle Cameron. And if my cock is now rubbing against his rock-hard abs as a result? Well, that’s just a coincidence.

I can’t resist rolling my hips a few times, squeezing my cock between our bodies. Cameron’s own erection is back, tenting his pants and poking my ass, which should feel much scarier than it does. He makes a sound low in his throat as I grind on it, and I stop immediately.

What am I doing?

A glance at his lips reminds me. I’m kissing him, or at least gathering the courage to do so.

I’ve kissed girls before. I’m not sure how good I was at it, but a few of them had sex with me afterwards, so I couldn’t have been too terrible. And Cameron is right. A mouth is a mouth. It doesn’t matter what body it belongs to. What hot, big, muscular body…

Holy shit, how have I not realized I was gay before?

“Okay,” I whisper to myself as I lean closer.

My lips touch Cameron’s in the shortest kiss ever, and when no pillar of light appears to smite me for my sins, I kiss him again, properly this time. No tongue, because I can’t really bring myself to go that far just yet, but I press my mouth against his, feeling how soft his lips are, how easily we fit together. It’s similar to kissing a girl, yet completely different. His stubble scratching against my skin adds a whole new layer of sensation to the kiss, and knowing that he’s so much bigger and stronger than me doesn’t let me forget that despite me kissing him, he’s the one in charge here.

I only realize I’ve wrapped my arms around his neck when I come up for air, my eyes fluttering open to find Cameron watching me with such wonder it sparks something warm in my chest. No one has ever looked at me like that.