Page 95 of His Pet

“Hmm.” Cameron pauses, probably asking AI if what I said was correct. He knows nothing about accounting.

“Not wrong, but not the formal definition,” someone from the audience says.

The flogger hits my balls. My howl causes a round of laughter.

“Thank you,” Cameron says. “Would you like to try again, pet?”

“I… I can’t remember.”

I tense, expecting another strike to my balls, but Cameron chuckles. It’s a dangerous chuckle, one that promises changes to the game I’m not going to like. “Well, maybe you’d like to ask the gentleman from the audience for help?”

As if this wasn’t humiliating enough already. I can’t even see the guy. He’s somewhere behind me, getting the front line view on my red ass and dripping cock. But Cameron won’t let up until I do what he wants, and I’d rather avoid more strikes on my poor balls. “Please, sir, would you tell me the correct definition?”

Footsteps. An older man comes into view. His well-groomed beard partially covers a mean smirk. “Not for free,” he says.

That throws me for a loop. Should I offer to pay him for tutoring me while I’m strapped to a bench naked and getting my ass flogged and fingered?

“Of course you’re not expected to give out anything for free, sir,” Cameron says. “Open your mouth, pet.”

Oh.

Oh!

I’ve secretly dreamt about being used by others while Cameron watches, but now that it’s really happening, I’m scared. What if I’m only gay for Cameron? What if I choke or throw up or make a complete fool of myself? Am I really going to do this? “Sir…”

Cameron’s hand lands on my ass. Hard enough to leave a print, maybe even a bruise. He squeezes my balls and tugs, pushing tears into my eyes. “I don’t remember asking you a question, pet. Do what I say.”

And that’s my answer. Yes, I’m going to do it, because Cameron wants me to and I want to please him. I shakily open my mouth and hold my breath as the stranger’s cock slips in. It’s… not terrible. He’s different from Cameron. Equally thick, but shorter. Cleanly shaven. Uncut. His pre-cum tastes similar, but not the same.

I don’t have to do much. The man grabs my hair and starts thrusting. I just keep my jaw relaxed and focus on suppressing my gag reflex.

“The purpose of depreciation,” the stranger says between the thrusts, “is to allocate the cost of an asset over its useful life.”

Huh. I did actually know that, I just couldn’t remember the exact words.

As he pushes deeper into my throat, he launches into a lecture about assets and creative ways of writing them off, most of which are illegal. I do my best to listen, but only hear half of what he says over the sound of blood rushing in my ears. My body jerks as I run out of air. Darkness consumes the edges of my vision.

“And that’s how you… oh fuck,” he moans as he comes. A salty flavor explodes on my tongue as he pulls back. I try to breathe and swallow at the same time and end up choking and coughing. “Filthy mutt,” the man mutters. “Clean that up.” He holds his shiny shoe in front of my face and waits until I’ve licked the few drops of cum that landed on it.

My head is spinning, but I know what to say even before Cameron prompts me. “Thank you for the lecture, sir.” Even if I missed half of it. It’s a shame, really. It sounded interesting.

“And?”

And? What does he want me to say? What else am I supposed to thank him for? He just told me some stuff and fucked my mouth. Oh, right. “And for your cum. Thank you.”

He pats my head patronizingly. “You’re welcome.”

Cameron squeezes my ass cheeks. “Good job, pet. Do you remember the answer?” When I manage to repeat it with only a slight hesitation, he hums in appreciation. “Good boy. You’re going to ace this test.”

I’m not so sure about that. What I know is that every time I think about asset depreciation from now on, I’ll get unbelievably aroused. Maybe it’s a good thing Cameron makes me wear the cock cage to classes.

“I think you deserve a little reward.” He pushes something into my hole. It brushes against my prostate at just the right angle and I shudder. A freaking prostate vibrator. I both love and hate those things. They guarantee an orgasm whether I want it or not, but they’re just so powerful their vibrations border on pain. And Cameron likes to make me come over and over.

“Please, Sir.” What am I even begging for? “I can’t. Please. Not that.”

Completely ignoring me, Cameron turns the toy on. The sound that comes out of my mouth can only be described as a wail. “Oh god, stop. Please. It’s too much.”

He doesn’t stop. He’s in charge, and I love it, even if I hate him right now.