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“Such a good pet. Yes, you may come.”

If I weren’t crying already, I’d start now because the sheer relief his words bring is overwhelming. His fist shuttles over my cock, wet with lube and pre-cum. Under different circumstances, the obscene noises would make me die with embarrassment, but now I barely hear them over my heavy breaths and the praise Cameron keeps whispering into my ear.

“You’re doing so well. Are you going to come for your Master?”

The finger in my ass touches that magical spot on each stroke, making stars burst behind my tightly shut eyelids. Just when I think I can’t take any more, my muscles lock up and all that pent-up pressure explodes out of me at once. I cry out, I think, probably sounding like I’m being murdered, and my cock kicks in Cameron’s grip over and over as I come all over my stomach. There’s a slight burn in my ass, and I idly notice that one finger became two at some point of my orgasm, but it’s easy to ignore with my body twitching with the aftershocks.

Spent, I slump against Cameron, my head falling back on his shoulder. I let go of his neck at some point and gripped the couch cushions instead, but he doesn’t seem to mind that slight disobedience. He kisses my temple and the top of my head. “You did well,” he says, slowly stroking my softening cock like he’s determined to milk every last drop from me.

“I did?” What is he praising me for?

On the heels of that thought, sudden clarity slams into me like a 4x4, and I choke on a gasp. What have I done?

I let my captor make me come. Begged him for it, even. I didn’t even protest when he violated my ass. In fact, his fingers are still there, gently stroking what I assume is my prostate and sending tremors of pleasure through my body.

Pleasure? What the fuck is wrong with me?

“It’s hard to accept, I know,” Cameron says, like he’s reading my mind. Or maybe he just noticed my sudden stiffness. “But was it really bad? Did you not enjoy it? Did you dislike a single thing I did?”

“No, Sir.” And that’s the problem.

“Well, then there’s nothing wrong with it, is there? What do you say to your Master?”

Probably not that he’s evil and manipulative or that I want to go home. “Thank you, Master,” I whisper and wipe my tears away with the back of my hand. I feel like I just lost a part of myself that I’ll never get back, one that will forever stay down in this basement, even if I somehow make it out.

What have I done?

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.