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“I'll not be seeing you in the club tonight then.” Caeo eyes up my resting slave, knowing damn well he is my main priority. “Shall I ask the kitchen to make up a meal in case he wakes up? “
“Maybe.” He does need to eat. “Yeah, I'll need to wake him up and get him to eat in a bit thank you.” It would be a late dinner for him since it was after eight, but he deserves a healthy meal.
“Shall I change the location of poker night or just cancel?”
“No. Just let them know it will be held here and maybe just inform them it will be a short evening.” I play once a month with my security, but I'd honestly forgotten it was tonight. Life has to continue normally, or people will start talking.
Caeo leaves and I form a deviously good plan for my boy.
“Wake up, my treasure.”
I can't call him Porter anymore, that part of him has died inside, but he isn't a pet or slave, and it doesn't give him the credit he deserves. I will avoid using both, but I need something to dehumanise him from his old life.
“We need to get some food into you, my treasure.”
Porter shuffles around as he wakes, slowly opening his eyes and looking up at me, wide pupils begging with me.
“How are you feeling, my sweet boy? There is some dinner and a slice of pie with your name on it downstairs. If you're a good boy and get up and dressed I'll take you down.”
“F-food.” He mumbles, doing a sexy stretch that I don't think he is even aware of, but I soak it in, memorising every muscle. Watching his body unconsciously seduce me.
“And like you begged; I will fuck you so good afterwards.”
He shudders at the thought and gives me a confused look. Such a good boy. I chuckle lightly as I get up.
“I'm going to dress you up for your late dinner. You are going to let me because you don't want the spreader bar back.”
He shakes his head which I take as agreeing he doesn't want his knees spread.
I like dressing my boy. Once he is more accustomed to his situation, we'll have great fun playing dress up. For now, I just watch those startled bunny eyes get wider at the sight of his new shorts. Yes, life can get worse than tight bootie shorts.
Tight bootie shorts with custom holes.
“Please don't!” He squeals.
“It's these or naked.”
“With those, I would be naked!”
“Not at all.” I show him the accompanying treats. A black rubber butt plug which hides the hole in his arse nicely, and a black latex cock cage.
“That or nothing?” His voice quivers, trying to convince himself to agree. Truth is, I don't need him to agree.
“Reward and punishment. Let me dress you and I'll cuff your hands to the front. Resist me, and I'll cuff them behind your back. Either way, you are wearing this to go and eating Gladys’ delicious pie.”
I'm making life easy for him; all he has to choose is doing nothing. It's easier to do nothing than to do something, and so he makes the right choice.
When it comes down to it, he has no problem letting me put him in the shorts, and even the cage doesn't faze him. Telling him to kneel on the bed and stick his arse in the air has him rooted to the spot though.
“Look I'll do something for you, and you do something for me.”
In truth, I want to prep him now and fuck him later and that is where the plug comes in.
Taking my show of faith as his incentive, he slowly shuffles around to where I want him.
“Good boy. This is all about making you feel good, my treasure, you just have to trust me.”
He doesn't, not yet, but that is fine. That will come in time. If boys could be broken in days everyone would be doing it.
