Page 25 of His Pet

He can lie to himself all he wants. Words are pointless when his body telegraphs his desires so clearly. He isn’t hard now, although he isn’t completely soft either, but I suspect that’s going to change the moment I touch him. I bet I can get him to beg again.

“Breathe,” I tell Justin when I hear his sharp gasps for air. “Slowly. If you pass out on me, I’ll spank you.”

“Please stop,” he keeps repeating, but makes an effort to control his breathing. He freezes when I lay a hand on his ass, the soft flesh fitting perfectly into my palm. A gentle squeeze earns me a whimper and a desperate, “No. No no no. Please.”

“I’ve already had my fingers inside you,” I remind him. “And if I recall correctly, you enjoyed that very much.”

“I didn’t,” Justin says stubbornly, then cries out when my hand lands hard on his ass. It leaves a beautiful red handprint, and Justin whimpers when I smooth my fingers over it. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me,” he complains.

“I said I would punish you. What did I say about lying?”

Justin is quiet for a moment. I have no doubt he knows the right answer but is waging a battle with himself. A lot of people choose resistance, even when there’s no point in it, but I already know Justin will make the right decision.

“That it’s a worse offense than trying to escape, and that I won’t like the punishment,” my good pet says eventually, his head hanging low.

“Good boy.” I pat his ass, then lean closer to nip at the flesh. Justin gasps and squirms, but there’s no getting away. “Let’s try again. Did you enjoy my fingers in your ass yesterday?”

There’s another long moment of silence. I wait, entertaining myself with kneading and kissing Justin’s cheeks. His hole is tantalizingly close, but I don’t head there just yet. Not until I’m satisfied with his answer.

“Yes.”

Justin’s whisper is so low I barely hear him, but it’s a start. “Louder, pet. A full sentence would be nice.”

“Yes, Sir, I liked what you did yesterday,” Justin says a little louder, his tone laced with a good dose of annoyance. I like that. I never want to completely extinguish that spark in my pets, just tame it a little.

“That’s good to hear.” I kiss him again, then suck on his skin, needing to mark him as mine. As primitive as that instinct feels, I can’t fight it. Nor do I want to. “What did you like the best?”

Justin groans. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

I snort and bite him again, harder this time. “Too bad. Tell me. And remember, no lies.” I don’t have a miraculous lie detector, but I think I can tell if Justin starts making things up. Just to be sure, I move in front of him again to watch his face, now red with embarrassment.

He tries to look away, but I grab his chin. “Talk, pet.”

“I…” Justin’s eyes dart about the room, looking anywhere but at me, yet they always end up gazing into mine, like he just can’t help himself. “I can’t. Please don’t make me talk about it.”

“Justin, there’s nothing you can say that would make me think less of you. I understand putting some things into words may be difficult, especially if you feel guilty or ashamed of them, but it’s necessary. Let’s see if I can make things easier for you.”

It’s a matter of seconds to pick a paddle from my selection of spanking tools. I don’t use them often, especially not the more brutal ones, but they’re useful to have around, if only to remind pets that I could be using them. I’m just nice enough not to.

Justin doesn’t need a kind Master now. He needs a strict one, and I’m ready to be that for him. I let him look at the paddle. “Now, I will spank you until you talk. That gives you an excuse. A reason. You’re tied up, completely at my mercy, and you’ll be in pain. No one can blame you for submitting, not even you.”

“I can’t. Please don’t do this.”

“That’s not what I want to hear, pet.”

I take my position behind him, kneading his ass once more before bringing the paddle down on it. Not with full force, but also far from gentle. My cock, already unbearably hard, jerks as Justin cries out, and I absently palm it through my pants.

Justin still isn’t talking. I spank him again, covering his ass and the backs of his thighs with bright red welts. He’s sobbing uncontrollably, and just when I think I’ll have to switch to some more extreme encouragement, his scream stops me.

“Everything! I liked everything, alright?! Just stop, please.”

I set the paddle down and squeeze his abused flesh. “Keep going. I want details.”

“It’s wrong,” Justin whimpers. “So wrong. I liked your mouth on me. On… on my cock,” he hastily adds when I squeeze harder. “I loved it. It has never felt this good with anyone else.”

I preen. I know I’ve got skill, but it’s always nice to hear someone else acknowledge it. “I loved sucking you off. You taste great. Go on. What else did you enjoy?”

The restraints rattle as Justin tries to hide his face in his hands. I would love to watch his expression right now, but I have a feeling he’s having an easier time admitting all this without me staring him right in the face. I stay behind him and alternate between kneading his now bright red ass and rubbing my cock through my pants.