Page 11 of The Family Pet

Maybe I belonged here because I was as fucked up as Uncle Bowie. My arms shook as I crawled the few feet forward to reach him. My ab muscles trembled.

“I want to see enthusiasm, pup,” he said coldly. His deep voice made this all better and worse somehow. My heartbeat thundered in my ears and hot tears slipped down my cheeks as my dick bounced between my legs—hard and visible, allowing no room for confusion about what this was doing to me. I didn’t want to feel this way and hadn’t expected it. More tears flowed.

Uncle Bowie lifted one of his shoes off the floor, and I held my breath as he nudged my dick from the side. The feel of the leather wasn’t as terrible as I would’ve thought, though I couldn’t move for fear he was about to hurt me. When he was done there was a big wet drop of my precum on his shoe, and I couldn’t stop looking at the shiny bead of liquid as he chuckled.

“Maybe I spoke too soon. I have a very enthusiastic pup. What a nice surprise.”

My cheeks burned and I stared at the pristine white floor tiles only a few inches from my face. “What are you going to do to me?”

Uncle Bowie went to a knee and slapped me across the face. I froze at the pain that flashed through my body. It probably wouldn’t have hurt except that I was already bruised. Gasping, I glanced up at him. His expression was impassive and cold. There was no pity to be found, and my heart sank completely.

“No talking unless you’ve earned it. A very good pup can earn permission to do certain activities that I will discuss later. Right now, I don’t think you have it in you to earn anything. You’re a piece of shit just like your parents, and I expect to use you like a dumb animal.”

A wave of awful lust burned through my belly and my dick throbbed, still harder than a steel spike. The needy rush of heat that gushed through my veins had to be caused by being nude in front of someone. What about this fucked-up situation could be making me hard? I was so confused.

“I’m not using condoms with you,” he said.

I could barely swallow and held my breath.

“You can lodge a single complaint if that doesn’t work for you. Right now.”

I shrugged.

“Not good enough. You have permission to speak to give me an answer, pup.”

Anger flashed hot in my gut. “It’s fine. I don’t care what you do with me,” I whispered. The worst part was that I was so horrified by all this, I really didn’t have it in me to give a damn.

Uncle Bowie got up and walked over to the stainless steel island, then came back holding a contraption in his hand. At first, I wasn’t sure what it could be. There was orange leather and a cage and something that resembled a small dick sticking out of the metal piece. Uncle Bowie held it up. “I’m muzzling you for now. If you need me to remove it for safety reasons, you tap my knee twice. Do you understand?”

“I—”

He lifted an eyebrow.

Rage burned through me as I nodded. My cheek still throbbed a little. I wasn’t stupid, despite what he thought.

He crouched in front of me and for some reason this hadn’t been too terrible when he was standing, but now that he was staring into my eyes, a huge, hot weight settled on my body and pulsed in my groin. My skin buzzed with a shocking heat that skittered along my spine.

He glanced down at my dick, and I gasped when he swirled his fingertip around my slit, then stuffed it into my mouth.

“Suck,” he demanded.

I had no choice except to comply. The drop of salty liquid didn’t bother me as much as the way he jammed his finger deeper into my mouth until I almost gagged. When he was done, he held up the muzzle and used his finger to pry my mouth farther open. He wasn’t gentle as he stuffed the small dildo between my lips. The silicone wasn’t long enough to choke me, and the material was soft, so it didn’t hurt my teeth or jaw, but I couldn’t begin to form words with it stuffed against my tongue.

“By coming inside you’re agreeing to do anything I order. You must also obey Ridge. You are our animal.” He leaned around and secured the muzzle behind my head. I tried to move my tongue and couldn’t. I was stuck. “As with any purebred creature, I won’t allow him to injure you. . . permanently.” I shuddered as he grasped the sides of the muzzle and forced my head back. There was no choice except to look him in the eye. “But there is a lot of latitude between pain and injury, and it’s in your best interest to try to please me.”

Tears poured from my eyes—I couldn’t stop them. He said nothing more as he attached a collar securely around my neck. My stomach shivered with sick excitement when he hooked a leash made from a silver chain onto it. He stood and jerked sharply on the leash, which hurt.

“Follow me, pup,” he snapped.

I couldn’t help myself; I sucked on the dildo in my mouth as I crawled forward. The clean tiles hurt my knees, but he didn’t slow down for me, and I found out quickly that if I didn’t keep up, I was at risk of being dragged. Terror that one of the staff would see me slowly subsided as I followed Uncle Bowie deeper into his house. I hadn’t visited him here much over the years, so I was confused as to where we were headed, but he led me into a simple sitting room that didn’t seem too scary. I tried to relax.

I can stand up any time. Leave any time. One look at Uncle Bowie made that seem less certain. He chuckled when he caught my gaze, and I averted my attention to the floor again as my face began to burn once more.

He came to a stop at a couch with a coffee table pulled close in front of it. “It’s a shame your pretty skin is bruised. Oh well. You’ll heal soon enough.” He seemed to be talking to himself, so it didn’t matter that I couldn’t answer him; although, people often talked out loud to their pets, didn’t they? My stomach fluttered and my dick drove me crazy as he reached down and ruffled my hair like someone might do to a friendly dog.

I expected him to sit down in front of the laptop on the coffee table or maybe pick up the coffee cup that had been abandoned—both things so perfectly normal—but he didn’t. He paced around behind me, and I tried to turn to watch him, but he put a hand on the top of my head and forced me to stay still.

“Paws on the couch, ass in the air. Now.”