Page 93 of His Pet

Cameron

Justin is out in the yard, sitting on the grass. Normally, he’d have his face tilted toward the sun and he’d be smiling. Happy. That’s how I love to see him. Not with his shoulders slumped like they are now.

He’s going to need some cheering up.

I promised myself I wouldn’t snoop, so I pretend I’m busy in the kitchen, even though I don’t really cook. Why do I even have such a big kitchen? All I need is a coffee machine and a microwave.

I grab a dishcloth and absently wipe down the clean counter.

He’s taking too long. I should go to him.

No. I have to wait. It’s the only thing Justin asked for after that thing with Small. A little time for himself when he needs it. All the other things were my attempts at making him the happiest pet who ever lived. He never asked for them. He just wants to be with me, and to have a few minutes of privacy every now and then. I can give him that much, even if my patience is wearing thin. I have needs too, and they are screaming at me to go and comfort him. My pet should never be sad.

Finally, the sliding door opens and Justin pads inside. He’s barefoot but wears sweatpants and the T-shirt he was wearing when Mikhail first brought him to me. The one with the mouse running around the Pi symbol that says π-jama Runner. He doesn’t normally wear clothes around the house, but he felt weird doing this naked, and this has become his comfort shirt.

I have half a mind to tear his clothes off and fuck the sadness out of him, but I restrain myself. Just like in those first days, he needs to be held. Maybe even cry. I hate it when he cries, but if it helps him process, he can cry all he wants. As long as he comes to me for comfort, which he always does.

With a sigh, Justin sets his phone on the counter. “Thanks,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with tears.

I ignore the phone and pull him into my arms. His shoulders twitch as he starts sobbing. I hold him tighter. “That bad?”

“She didn’t even ask if I was happy. She just cried the whole time.” Justin sniffles, then grunts angrily. “One would think I’m dying, not living with a guy. She doesn’t even know about the kink stuff. Just that you’re a man. She said she would pray for me. What am I supposed to say to that? Gee, thanks, Mom. I’m so glad you will ask your imaginary friend not to smite me for liking cock.” He gets angrier as he continues. “It’s just so fucking ridiculous. All my life, I just wanted them to love me. I tried to be the perfect son, but it was never enough. I was never enough. Now that I’m ‘beyond redemption,’ I get it. I never had a chance.”

Would driving to his parents’ house and punching his mother be too much?

Probably. Justin’s pretty angry right now, but I don’t think he’d appreciate it. Once he calms down, he’ll try to mend things with her again, only to have his kindness thrown into his face. Again. This isn’t the first time we’ve been through this cycle over the past few weeks.

“You’re perfect, Justin,” I tell him. I’ve told him a thousand times already, and I will tell him a thousand times more. I’ll beat the truth into him if I have to. “It’s your family who sucks.”

“It’s not their fault.”

My sweet, sweet pet. He can’t even get mad at his despicable family. “It’s absolutely their fault. You’re their child. They’re supposed to love you no matter what. My mother was an arrogant bitch, but she still loved me. Even if I constantly got in trouble.”

That makes him chuckle. “I should have known you’ve always been a bad boy.” He sighs and burrows against my chest. “I don’t want to talk about my family anymore, Sir.”

We never agreed on any safe words or signals, but Justin calling me Sir means his time alone is over. He wants me to take over, which I’m always happy to do. “You don’t get to decide what we do, pet,” I say sternly.

I hear the smile in Justin’s voice as he says, “Yes, Sir.” He grabs the bottom of his T-shirt, but I stop him from pulling it off.

“Keep it. We’re going out.”

He looks at me with wide, red-rimmed eyes. “To the club?” His lips part as his tongue darts out to wet them. “To… do things?” His voice trembles with poorly disguised desire. Horny little thing. Exhibitionist, too, even if he denies it. He’s never harder than when I make him sit on my cock in full view of other people.

“Actually, I’m meeting a potential client.”

“Oh.”

His disappointment is adorable. “But if you think for one second I’m not going to make you scream in front of everyone there, you’re sorely mistaken, pet.”

Justin blushes furiously. “That’s so inappropriate.”

I grab his ass and grind my cock against his stomach. “Yet, you love it.”

A needy moan is all the answer I need. I tease myself a little more, rubbing myself against him until my cock obscenely tents my pants. There’s no answering hardness from Justin other than the solid metal of the cage his cock is encased in. He wears it every time he leaves the house, and a lot of the time inside as well. I love knowing he physically can’t touch himself without my permission. That I control every single aspect of his life.

“Don’t get too excited, pet. We’re going to a business meeting first. Besides, I’ve seen the results of that Business Law test you took last week. You’ll be lucky if you don’t get spanked for such poor performance,” I tease. He didn’t actually do that bad.

Justin sputters. “I did better than most of the class.”