Page 35 of His Pet

I run a hand down Cameron’s chest in a soothing gesture. I don’t think he’d take his anger out on me, but I still feel uneasy when he’s upset. “You could tattoo a huge dick on him.”

Cameron snorts, his muscles losing a little of their tension. “That’s a brilliant idea. It wouldn’t help my career, but it would certainly make me feel better.” He grins rakishly. “You know what else would make me feel better?”

I chuckle, because he’s so silly sometimes, and dutifully tilt my head up for a kiss. It’s still a novelty to kiss a man, to feel the scrape of stubble and the heavier press of his lips, but I don’t let myself think about it too much. Thinking reveals all of my failures and shortcomings, and it makes me hate myself even more. I much prefer getting lost in the kiss.

“Did that make you feel better, Sir?” I ask when we pull back for air, my lips swollen from the kiss.

“Oh yes,” Cameron purrs. “But there’s something that would feel even better.”

He kisses me as he pushes me toward the spanking bench. I’ve grown quite familiar with that piece of furniture, and I’m not nervous as I climb onto it and take the position. It’s anticipation, not fear, that makes me shiver as Cameron straps me down.

For the past few days, he hasn’t restrained me while playing with my ass. For him to do it now must mean that he has something special planned. I should be scared, but just like I can’t hate Cameron, I can’t really be afraid of him either. He promised he wouldn’t hurt me, and so far, he has never strayed from that promise. I’m not saying I’m never in pain during our time together, but he always makes the reward worth it, and honestly, his praise and pride in me are the biggest rewards.

I’m fucked up, I know, but I’m surviving.

I don’t tense up when lubed fingers slip into my body. I’m too used to that by now. Cameron brushes over my prostate as he stretches me, and I chase those bits of pleasure even though I know I won’t be allowed to come for a long time. My mind is pleasantly hazy, which is why it takes a while for Cameron’s next words to register. When they do, it’s like a bucket of cold water dumped on me.

“God, I’m so excited to finally bury myself inside this tight little hole.”

Bury himself inside… Oh my god. He wants to fuck me.

My heart thumps painfully against my rib cage like it’s trying to escape, and I can’t seem to draw in a single breath. Cameron is going to fuck me.

It shouldn’t surprise me. I’ve been waiting for it to happen ever since I woke up down here, but then days went by and it didn’t, so I kind of let it slip my mind. Now it’s here, and I’m not ready. I don’t know how to deal with it. Hell, I don’t even know why I’m freaking out right now. Cameron has fucked me with his fingers and various toys every single day. It’s not like having a cock in my ass could be that different. Except it feels different.

It’s not just the somewhat silly conviction that getting fucked is the final act that will irreversibly turn me gay. The thing that terrifies me the most is that I will enjoy it. That by taking me that way, Cameron will steal the last piece of me I still cling to. The last bit of Justin Palmer will disappear, and all that will be left behind is Cameron’s pet who patiently waits for his Master in his cage all day and scrambles to obey his commands. Not that I haven’t been doing that already, but I’ve always kept a piece of myself separate from all this madness, and now I’ll lose that too.

“Please, don’t do this,” I beg, my heart now racing so fast I feel like it’s going to trip over itself and stop forever. “I don’t want it.” And that’s definitely not a lie.

“Aww, you don’t want my cock? How disappointing, little pet. It’s a good thing it’s not up to you then, is it?”

“No…” His fingers are still inside of me, making my body sing, and a part of me feels truly bad for disappointing him, but my fear is too great to focus on that. “Please, Sir. Cameron. You said you wouldn’t hurt me. Please don’t do this to me. I won’t survive it.” It sounds like an exaggeration, but deep down I know it’s not. If he takes away that last part of me, I’ll disappear.

He crouches in front of me, his thumb lovingly swiping away my tears. He looks at me with such compassion it’s impossible to connect this Cameron to the person who’s about to do something horrible to me.

“Don’t be silly, pet. I’d never risk hurting you. You’re precious, and I’ll take good care of you. I know you’re scared, but that’s just because it’s something new we haven’t done yet. You’ll love it, and you’ll realize you had nothing to worry about.” The worst thing? He sounds absolutely convinced of his truth, like he knows me better than I know myself.

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about!” I yank at the restraints, but as always, they hold. “I can’t. Please don’t do this to me.”

Cameron’s not listening. “Ssh,” he soothes. “Don’t hurt yourself. I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”

Ignoring my cries, he goes back to prepping me and stroking my rapidly softening cock. For once, I don't find any pleasure in his ministrations. I keep repeating, “I don't want this,” like a mantra. Not because it will make him stop, but because I need to say it. I need to voice it out loud, to remind myself that no matter how sweet Cameron is and how much I might enjoy the act, I didn't agree to this. This is not consensual. It's rape, plain and simple, regardless of how my body reacts.

Chapter 24

Cameron

I expected resistance. Part of me had hoped Justin would accept me willingly, but I always knew that rejection would be the more likely reaction, which is why I tied him down before revealing my plan. I’d hate it if my precious pet got hurt because he panics.

He keeps crying, begging me to stop as I prep him. It makes me want to take him from the front just so I could kiss those tears off his face. My previous pets cried too, but never like this. They cursed and threatened and tried to bribe me into letting them go, but that’s not Justin. He’s soft and sweet, and I’ll take great care not to hurt him. I made him a promise and I intend to keep it.

“Shh, it’s going to be okay,” I say, even though he’s not listening. “You’re going to enjoy this, you’ll see.” I have no doubt about that. He’s been terrified of prostate orgasms, too, and I made him love them. This will be the same.

I slip a third finger into Justin’s ass and scissor them, looking for signs of pain from my pet among his weeping. There don’t seem to be any. After so many days of preparing him for this, he should be more than ready to take me. There’ll be discomfort and a little burn, but that’s part of the experience.

I slick myself up thoroughly before lining myself up to Justin’s loosened hole. No rubber. I get tested regularly, and Justin is practically a virgin, so there’s little danger in going bareback. No point in ruining the feeling.

Justin’s breath catches when I gently press into him, and his entire body goes rigid. “Please don’t do this,” he whimpers. “Please, Cameron. Anything else. I’ll do anything else, just please…”