Page 38 of His Pet

He holds up one glass. “Drink up. You need to replenish your fluids.”

I blush as I remember what fluids he’s referring to. I really tried hard not to come when he fucked me, but it was impossible. He knows my body too well. Ignoring my burning cheeks, I grab the glass and bring it to my lips.

I’m not a huge fan of tap water. It always tastes a little off from whatever they put into it to keep it clean. This time, it tastes even weirder than usual, but Cameron urges me on until I’ve emptied the glass.

“Good boy,” he praises me like I’ve done something extraordinary by managing to drink a whole glass of water. “Let’s get you ready for bed.”

I’m not looking forward to another lonely night in my cage, but I’ve long learned there’s no point in protesting. As I brush my teeth, Cameron hovers in the bathroom, watching me intently. He doesn’t leave even when I pee, which I find myself grateful for when I suddenly get a little dizzy. He steadies me and walks me back to the living room.

I trip over thin air, feeling more exhausted than ever, and oddly sluggish. I’ve been feeling tired lately, but this is different.

Instead of going to the cage, Cameron guides me to the king-sized bed in the opposite corner of the room. “Sir?” I ask, my tongue feeling a little too large for my mouth. What is happening to me? I feel like I should be panicking, except my mind is too slow to do so.

“We’re sleeping together tonight,” Cameron says.

The happiness that floods me easily drowns out the muted warning bells in the back of my mind. “You’re staying?” My too big tongue stumbles over the words just as my feet stumble over invisible obstacles, but Cameron understands.

“Yes, I’m staying. I don’t have any clients scheduled for the next few days, and I plan to spend all that time with you.”

My vision turns blurry with tears. I won’t be alone! “Thank you.”

Cameron laughs as he guides my uncoordinated body down on the bed, so soft compared to the mat in my cage. I feel floaty and like I want to giggle, which is very unlike me. It reminds me of the few times I got drunk, but I only drank the oddly tasting water tonight.

Oh.

“You… d-drugged me?”

“I did,” Cameron says in a matter of fact tone, like drugging people is normal. Maybe in his world, it is. It sounds wrong, but I can’t quite remember why.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious. It’s just to make sure you’ll sleep through the night. I wouldn’t be able to rest properly if I had to worry about you getting up to some kind of mischief.”

“Right.” That… makes sense, I guess? Cameron has been working too hard. He deserves uninterrupted rest. So do I, for that matter. Maybe the drugs will prevent me from having nightmares. “M’kay,” I mumble as I burrow my head in the soft pillow.

I’ve missed having a pillow. Pillows are underappreciated. You only notice how important they are once you’re forced to sleep without one.

Cameron’s laugh fills my ears and warmth surrounds me as he wraps himself around me. I get a scratchy kiss on the shoulder, which makes me giggle because it really tickles.

“I love hearing your laugh,” Cameron whispers. I hear his voice, but the drugs make it difficult to understand his words. “Never change, pet.”

Chapter 26

Cameron

My pet rests in my arms, warm and pliable, and I burrow my head into his hair to breathe him in. Mmm, perfect, and all mine, especially now when he’s out like a light from the potent mix of drugs I gave him.

I lied earlier, or didn’t tell the whole truth at least. I didn’t drug Justin only to give myself a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. I also did it so that I could play with him while he’s asleep. Not to hurt him, never that, just to fuck him when he’s unconscious.

Fucking pets while they’re awake, moaning and begging, is great, but taking them while they’re out has its own appeal. I love it when they briefly wake up, disoriented, only to realize they’re being fucked and can’t do anything about it. Watching them once the drugs wear off and they wake up sore and well used is better entertainment than anything Hollywood can provide.

I flip Justin onto his stomach and kiss my way down his spine. He murmurs something from his sleep, stretches out, and hugs my pillow to his chest. If he hadn’t hugged me earlier, I would have been jealous at the inanimate object, but since I know Justin will seek comfort with me, I let the pillow be and continue down toward my prize.

Justin’s ass is still nicely stretched from our earlier fucking, but since we showered, there’s no longer cum seeping from it. It feels wrong to no longer have him marked that way and I vow to fix that soon, but for now, I settle for tonguing his swollen rim. He’ll be sore when he wakes up, and fucking him again will make it even worse, but he’ll manage. My Justin is tougher than he looks.

He moans when I spread his cheeks and bury my tongue inside him. A slurred word slips from his lips, muffled by the pillow, and it almost sounds like he’s moaning my name. I know it’s probably wishful thinking, but I let myself have that little fantasy.

Once I’ve gorged myself on his ass, I flip him over and kneel between his spread legs. His nipples aren’t too sensitive, which is a shame, but he loves it when I drag my stubble over his abdomen and the crease of his hip. Even now, with his mind addled by the drugs, he whimpers and thrusts his hips against me. His hard cock smacks his stomach, spreading a string of pre-cum over his skin, which I eagerly lick off.

I spend long minutes worshiping his cock and balls, sucking them into my mouth, and I devour every single drop of pre-cum he gifts me.