Page 30 of His Pet

His fingers knead on my shoulders and the base of my neck, then he moves them back to the base of my spine, close to his cock. He must be desperate to touch himself. I caught him a few times surreptitiously rubbing himself against my back, but he always stopped before I had to tell him off. Part of it was fear of punishment, I’m sure, but I bet part of it was wanting to be a good boy for me.

“You know, my body doesn’t end with my lower back,” I tell him when he once again starts moving up. “My glutes could use your attention too.”

Justin’s hands still their movement. “Your…”

“My glutes. They’re the muscles on my—”

“I know what glutes are.” He swallows. “You want me to massage your…”

God, he’s so adorable as he struggles to say it out loud. He’s already had my cock in his mouth twice, but he can’t say the word “ass”? So fucking cute. I bet he’s red as a tomato right now. “Yes, pet. That’s exactly what I want. Rub my ass.”

To his credit, he only hesitates for a second before shifting to sit on my legs. “Okay. I can do that. I can.” Is he trying to convince me or himself? “I just, um… I have no idea how.”

I can’t help but laugh. Is he really worried about massaging me the right way? This isn’t about a massage at all. “Just touch me. Anything you do will feel good.”

“Anything?”

“Anything,” I confirm. “But if you’re thinking about fucking me, you have to earn that privilege.”

“I wasn’t thinking about that!”

No, he was probably thinking about smashing my head with a blunt object, but he’s cute when he’s riled up. Besides, he’s still hard. I bet if I let him, he’d fuck me alright. My own cock is filling with blood too. It will be a while before I can come again, but it’s getting uncomfortable to lie on my stomach, so I draw one knee to the side to give myself more space.

Justin doesn’t seem to be enjoying the sight I’m offering. He withdraws his hands, and the way he shifts between my legs feels like he’s about to run. I can’t have that, so I let a little threat into my tone as I say, “Keep touching me, pet.” Seriously, what is he even freaking out about? It’s not like I’m asking him to rim me.

Maybe I should. Maybe I’m being too soft on him. Am I doing him a disservice by being lenient? Would he accept his new position faster if I pushed him harder? Or would he break like the others?

I sigh. If only I knew for sure, but working with people is not an exact science. It’s like art, and you can’t rush art.

It looks like I made the right call not to rush Justin either, because he puts his hands on me again, hesitantly squeezing my cheeks. “There you go,” I encourage him. “That feels so good. Keep going.”

Fueled either by my praise or his determination to get it over with, Justin squirts more lube into his palm and starts clumsily kneading the backs of my thighs, working his way up. I hum my approval when his fingers slide closer to my taint, then moan when he actually touches the sensitive spot behind my balls.

He's more confident when he reaches my cheeks this time, his fingers working the muscles I didn’t even realize were tight. Slippery with lube, they slip into my crack from time to time, but it's not until a few minutes later that they brush against my rim, almost reluctantly.

Justin doesn’t pull away. Like a man on a mission, he rubs my rim, repeating what I did for him with my tongue earlier. Closing my eyes, I relax into the feeling. Maybe being softer with him was the right choice after all.

Chapter 21

Justin

Cameron’s eyes are closed, but he’s far from asleep. Perhaps touching his ass was a bad idea. Now he’s hard again and unlikely to drop off until he comes. I know I wouldn’t. My own poor cock is weeping for attention, but it won’t be getting any until Cameron is satisfied. Maybe not even after that.

If he does fall asleep, I have more important things to do than jerk off. I can make myself come a thousand times after the police rescue me from here.

What he said about half of the force being on his friends’ payroll worries me. What if the person picking up the calls knows not to send anyone over? What if the people who come over end up being corrupt? What if it all blows up in my face and I end up not only stuck here but also punished?

Cameron’s been laid back so far, but I have no doubt casual cruelty lies just beneath his friendly surface, and I’m completely at his mercy. He could literally cut me to pieces if he wanted.

Maybe I should wait.

I mean, it’s not like I’m being horrifically tortured at the moment. I’m unbearably aroused and my ass hurts from that stupid plug, but that can hardly be considered torture. It’s not like I’m getting whipped or beaten or… What do Cameron’s “clients” do with their enemies? Shoot them in the kneecaps? Crucify them?

Ugh, I really shouldn’t have listened to so many true crime podcasts.

My point is, I’m better off waiting for a better chance, one that is guaranteed to get me out of here without Cameron interfering. Maybe it’s a coward’s way, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. So far, Cameron has been easy to keep content. As long as I’m willing to conform to his twisted worldview, he doesn’t hurt me, and I shouldn’t feel guilty about it anymore. These are extreme circumstances. Anything I do to survive is right.

With that in mind, I let my finger sink into Cameron’s ass up to the first knuckle, just to get the feel of it. He seems to like it, and I have to admit I don’t exactly hate it either. It’s hard not to imagine my cock in place of my finger. It’s so damn tight and hot and…