The Boss' Secret (Stained and FatPanda) 18+

[StainedCrimson]

 

Name: Aison Nereus

Age: 28

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Yellow/gold

Personality: An absolute sadist and loves to dominate others. He's also a stickler about the details when it comes to work which is why he's managed to become the boss of his own company at such a young age.

Biography: He raised himself up from mediocre beginnings. Having nothing to do with his parents who disowned him after stating flat out he had no interest in women or children, he set about putting himself in a position where he can do what he wants when he wants. Lately he's found himself in a lull and so is looking to find something to spice up both his work and home life.

 

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Aison leans into the soft leather seats of his car as his part-time driver takes him to the 'market' so he can go shop for a 'pet'. He sighs crossing his arms while looking out the window. Having mentioned his boredom at a club he frequents, the bar tender had told him about the latest craze lately. People going to a certain 'market' and buying themselves a 'pet' for companionship. Except instead of your typical cats and dogs, or even the atypical exotics like tigers and such, you're buying a human.

 

There are all types and races along with varying degrees of training and 'purity'. Obviously the more pure the pet the more expensive they are, but they can also come with some basic training so you don't have to worry about breaking them or taking a long time the first few times you enjoy them. Having his curiosity raised he decided to check it out. Now that he's on his way and seeing some of the 'wares' from his care he can't say he's too impressed. Once they reach the actual building he gets out and enters hoping this won't end up being a major waste of his time.

[FatPanda]

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Name: Laf; Lafay Maus

 

Age: 21

 

Appearance:

Hair: short, dark autumn brown

Eyes: flat, chestnut brown

Skin tone: pale - had little exposure to sunlight

Height: 5'2" - slightly stunted growth due to malnutrition on many occasions

Build: small and thin - also due to slight malnutrition

 

Biography: His mother had passed away when he was born so his father raised him alone for 8 years. One day, his father just disappeared; he had no idea where his father had gone and no one would tell him. The one who took him in was his uncle. Although his aunt treated him alright, his uncle abused him. He had hit him on a daily basis for 4 years before his uncle sold him to a stranger.

The first stranger was a fat old man who taught him what sex meant. The man hadn't treated him poorly at all but at the time Laf had no idea how much worse it could get so he had fought the fat man. After a good beating, Laf spent 1 and a half years just taking him in, neither fighting back nor trying to please. The fat man got fed up and found a new toy so he was sold.

The next couple of masters were a mixture of sadists and non-sadists. After that, he got older and dirtier so his value depreciated and he only got sadists.

 

Personality: Extremely obedient and eager to please so he can avoid punishment. He will do anything, even if it's embarrassing. However, he can only focus on one thing at a time - has poor multitasking abilities.

 

Habit: He holds his left hand out palm open when a cigarette is about to be finished. His uncle had used it as an ashtray and drilled the actions into him. If he ever forgot, his uncle would hit his small palms until they bled.

 

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Laf screamed but no sound came out. Saliva trickled out in the place of words. He was panting now, cringing in pain. No matter how much he clawed at the man's thighs situated between his legs, the motion never slowed. The cock continued to ram itself into his already raw hole. His face was a wet mess of tears, snot, and drool; his head pounded from the excessive crying. Whack. A sharp pain landed somewhere no his body. He could no longer tell the source of each ache. There were simply too many of them lurking. Laf groaned a slight groan right before he started to hyperventilate between coughs. His sobbing was obstructing his breathing. Trying to tell the man to slow down, he opened his mouth for another scream. Whether there was any sound or not, he couldn't remember because the next thing he knew, there was a sharp pain and then he blacked out.

 

Laf woke from the memory. He was covered in a cold sweat. One of his previous masters had sold him as a prostitute. He'd been an abusive man so naturally all his customers were abusive as well. That time, he'd nearly died. The one who nurse him back was the last master he'd just had. Laf shivered at the thought. His last master had bought him really cheap after he'd come near death. This man nursed him back to health and cleaned him up. Just as Laf thought he'd found someone who was saving him, the man snapped, beat him, and left him to starve. After what seemed to be many days, he was taken out and treated again. Laf was the most afraid of this man. He had odd tendencies; once in a while, he was a loving, caring man who treated him well but he never knew when the man would snap and throw him back into isolation, starving him for days without actually leaving him to die. This cycle repeated itself; sometimes it lasted a day, sometimes the kindness lasted a week. But he was always in fear of when the man would care for him and love him sweetly at night then wake up the next morning to beat him without warning and start the cycle again.

 

The man had been in debt and when he'd been killed, they took Laf to sell him off once again. That's how he was back here, now kneeling on the floor with his hands bound from the wrist up to the elbow behind his back in a room filled with others just like him. They were just like him in the sense that they were all going to be sold but he was older than most if not all of them. The likelihood that he'd be picked by someone who wasn't a sadist was next to none. Everyone who came by the Market had odd habits and preferences. He was too old for the pedophiles, he wasn't any cuter than the younger ones, he wasn't as pure as the inexperienced ones, and one could tell just by looking at his naked body that he would survive being with a sadist.

 

Even though he knew all that, he hoped that perhaps someone would come save him. It was useless to hope, it all ended the same. He felt pathetic for his wishful thinking yet, each time he came back to the Market, he found himself praying for someone to take him home and love him.

 

Is it today? Has it been a month yet? Laf counted the days he'd been put back up for sale. The dealers knew that he wasn't going to sell well. They were only going to put him up for a month before giving up and cutting him open for his organs. It was approaching a month now; if he wasn't sold within the next few days he wouldn't be sold at all. At least not as a whole. He shuddered at the thought. What was better: being sold to another potential bastard who'd beat him until he couldn't move or getting cut up and being sold as a pile of tissues? The second sounded worse but really, it'd be so much easier. He sighed as the worry washed over him and prayed that for once in his life, he was going to be saved.

[StainedCrimson]

Aison strolls through the various 'wares' being shown and finds himself bored and uninterested. Most are either too young or too inexperienced. While some find a virgin of greater worth, he personally likes having someone who doesn't need a step-by-step guidance of what to do. At the same time he doesn't want someone so well trained that they're set in their ways and can't be taught to do otherwise or is broken mentally. After all, you can't have a pet who's unable to learn or give a bit of a reaction.

 

Just about to leave in disgust at not finding anything, but also knowing he's being too picky, he spots one with a bit of potential. Looking at the male from a bit of a distance out of the corner of his eye so as to not appear too interested, he notes that he's a bit older than the others up for sale and has not only been trained by sadists, but has been severely malnourished growing up. He's not that bad to look at either, even though looks aren't that special compared to some of the others who were grabbed just for that reason. Still, he's cute enough and looks like he might be up for what Aison wants in his first real attempt to own a pet of his own.

 

He's heard about pets like these as well. On their last leg so to speak because they're either too old, too used or both and so no one really wants them. Meaning he'll also get a good price for him as the only other way the current seller will get any money for this pet is if he's sold to the black market for his organs. Reaching the pet of mild interest he slowly walks around him to get a better look at the merchandise. "How much for this one?" He inquires in a bored tone.

[FatPanda]

Laf was about to fall asleep again, listening to the sound of potential buyers walk past him. The voice of a man startled him and he was brought out of his trance. Someone was interested. It didn't matter if the man was planning on buying him or not, it was Laf's only chance at being sold. Without daring to look up at the man, he lowered his head and raised his ass in the air. Most customers took that as a sign that they could beat it and usually gave it a light slap, although some did hit harder. It was still sore from the last man who had come by, he'd gone around to all of the pets and given hard slaps not intending to buy any of them. Laf hoped the action was enough to keep the man interested even if just a little.

 

His dealer came around, rubbing his hands together in expectation. "Ah, sir. You're interested in that one? That one's a bit old don't you think? We have some nice fresh ones over on that side. I'm sure they're more entertaining than this one. We've got young virgins, some trained some not, and we've got some fiesty ones too." The dealer pointed in the opposite direction and tried to convince the man of buying a more expensive pet. They weren't fresh actually, just not as evidently beat up as Laf was. A tinge of fear moved up his body as he heard the dealer try to take the man away. It was his only hope of escaping being cut open and it was trying to slip away.

 

Laf mumbled slightly, "Please..." He'd intended it for just the man to hear but it was apparently loud enough for the dealer to hear as well. The dealer stomped on his back and shouted, "Shut up you slut! This customer here deserves better than a dirty whore like you!" His legs sore from kneeling all day collapsed under the weight of the stomp. Pain ran through Laf as he grit his teeth, trying not to shout back at the bastard who'd turned back to the man and was continuing, "This way please." He gestured for the man to go towards the others.

[StainedCrimson]

Aison frowns at the man not glancing at the pet. "Considering how you've just treated this one in front of me you're lucky I don't just demand him as compensation for you fouling my mood. I've no interest in children, trained or not. I'm not a pedophile in need of them to fulfill whatever use I deem them fit for." He pins the man with a cold glare, just shy of snarling and looks very different from the image he'd projected just moments earlier. This here is the reason he was able to build a business up in the slums and not get attacked or robbed every chance found. He's a true predator, one who would have no issue dirtying his own hands should he find cause enough.

 

"If this is how you intend to draw in customers then look elsewhere but be careful you don't try to pick up more in my territory got it? You won't make it out with all your limbs if you do." He smoothly states in a steely tone before glancing down at the beaten down slave. "I'll give you $300 for him and be grateful for that offer. Take it or leave it." With that he shoves his hands in his pockets and turns to leave, but knows the man will either try to negotiate another price or just let him take the male at the ridiculously low offer. Still, he's a well enough known gang leader and also known in the wealthy and powerful circles. So the man may trip over himself to right the perceived slight to Aison. Internally chuckling to himself he thinks about how easily people are manipulated.

[FatPanda]

With a shock, Laf sat up to stare at the potential master walking away. It was a man, tall, young, and well groom. He had red hair and wore a suit, unlike a lot of the other customers that visited. The little pet sat there with a blank face, trying to take in what had just happened. The red haired man had just offered to buy him and he's told the dealer off. Even if it wasn't for his sake, Laf was happy. No one had ever given it a second thought when he'd been punished. A flush rose to his face. He had to look down to try his best at hiding it. Had his arms been unbound he'd have covered his face. His hopes were flaming, there was a real chance he could be bought. He'd have been outright happy if there wasn't also a chance that the man would refuse in the end. It was a gamble now, if the dealer took the deal he'd be saved from the butcher's knife but if he didn't... Laf swallowed hard. If the deal didn't go through, Laf was sure to be cut open without a second thought. He had offended his dealer.

 

The dealer shrunk at the reproach. Drats, now I've got to suck up to the bastard. He ran after Aison, "Oh sir, my sincere apologies. I hadn't meant for that to be offensive, was just simply offering the best for our valued customer." The dealer nervously rubbed his hands together. He couldn't offend this man. He'd heard of this individual before; Aison Nereus, a red haired young man who had his own company at his young age. This man had money, power, anything he wanted. Being black listed by this man would only mean doom for the powerless dealer but if he managed to get one his good side... "If this is what you're looking for of course he's yours. Three hundred? Oh what a generous offer for him. He's quite obedient. He is experienced, his skills should be of an acceptable level." The dealer tried his best to promote the pet he least liked. If he sold Laf, they wouldn't make as much money as selling his organs but that wasn't their business, they were selling pets and that's what his boss expected. Also, if he sold the unsellable Laf, the boss would likely look at him with higher regard even if it wasn't at the best price.

 

"If you're still interested, we can get to the paperwork over there." The dealer pointed slightly leftward. They weren't official papers or anything complicated but it was the procedure to tell the customer what experience, allergies, diseases, etc. the pet had. They couldn't risk having the pet die of some complications before the master was satisfied with them. In that case, the master would most likely demand compensation and that'd be a big loss on their part. That stuff was minor though, the important part was getting the money from the customers after they had a chance to examine the merchandise thoroughly. The dealer called out to a big man, "Get that boy over here."

 

The big man had been relaxing in a chair off to the side. He sighed a big sigh as he reluctantly got up to stalk over and grab Laf roughly by the bound arms. The man's strength forced him up onto his legs but they were numb from all the kneeling he'd done recently. Laf stumbled as the big man half assisted and half dragged him towards the red haired man and his dealer. It seems he had gotten in luck, or maybe not. The happiness that had risen in him earlier had subsided now. What if this man is worse than any other master I've had before? His heart squeezed itself for a minute as he bit his lip. The small gesture earlier didn't have to mean the man was a good master. He could just be another bastard when he got his hands on a pet. Laf lowered his gaze to the floor as they approached the two men.

[StainedCrimson]

Aison stares down at the dealer with an emotionless look. He knows that the man realized who he was and was trying to get on his good side in the hopes of future dealings. He inwardly scoffs. Clearly the small time dealer didn't know anything about him at all, if he did he'd have known that sucking up and groveling wasn't a way to do get in his good graces. Still, if it got him this pet for some amusement then he'd let it slide for now.

 

"You go get the papers ready. I want to look him over more closely before I decide." Aison states finally dismissing the dealer without so much as a glance as he steps over to where the man leading his potential new pet stops. "If he can stand on his own then let him go so I can do a full circle. If not then just give him an arm to balance on." He says to the big man with a momentary glance before focusing on Laf. With a firm touch, but not harsh or cruel merely curious, he holds Laf's chin to turn his face before tugging on it to get him to open his mouth to make sure all teeth are there and in tact. Satisfied he starts to run his hands along what's available of Laf's body to check himself for bruised or broken bones and past injuries that might hamper movement.

 

"What are his listed injuries?" He calls out feeling over Laf's ribs and legs, his touch impersonal much like a buyer looking over a horse. Which in a way Laf is at the moment. Still, for the price Aison can't say he's dissatisfied with what he's seeing and feeling. If the dealer gives him any trouble he'll just take the pet and warn the man off by punching in a nut or something. Or maybe make him lose an eye. Who knows what that slop has done or touched. Finished looking the pet over, he goes over to where the dealer is with the paperwork and prepares to start looking over the listed aspects of his potential pet.

[FatPanda]

"Ah yes, of course." The dealer walked off to the office with a scowl. Why do I have to suck up to a snotty bastard like that? He cursed silently at Aison who was so indifferent to his efforts and at himself for being such a weak man, fearful of those with power. He flipped through the papers for the pets. It was hard to find things in the disorganized pile but he managed to pick out the ones for Laf. The man decided he would trick the assumedly novice of the Market by altering some of the details.

 

Meanwhile, the big man had let Laf's arm go and he was left to stand on his own. He wobbled just a little at first but adjusted his weight to stand as still as he could. It was nerve-racking to be examined, anything could make his potential master leave him to his death. His chin was lifted and he could now see the man's face. He was young and very good looking. All the other masters Laf had before were old and not very attractive. The young man was also thoroughly examining him; most of the others looked him up and down slightly before making their decision. This one was even checking his teeth. Laf tried not to drool as he held his mouth open while staring at the handsome features.

 

As Aison moved his hands along Laf's body, Laf lowered his gaze again. His eyes followed the movement of the hand across his body whenever it was in sight. He started to worry. The detached sense of touch was cold, like the man didn't really want him. These worries only increased when the man asked about injuries. He had a few of them in the past. How well they had healed over the years he didn't know. The last time he'd been through anything remotely similar to a physical examine was when he came near death. Not many masters wanted a pet who'd been beaten until he couldn't move. He listened to himself swallow, thinking it was too loud. His heart raced.

 

The dealer returned with the stack of papers and answered, "He's been through a few beatings but nothing serious. Just a scratch here or there." The man had taken out all of the undesirable notes on Laf's page. Any severe beatings, a lot of the switching of masters, the fact that he hadn't had a physical in a long time, all of those details were removed to make him more appealing.

 

Laf's eyes shot up to meet the dealer's. He's lying. That's a lie. His lips curled down with anxiety. This lie might help him now to meet the master's expectations but if he were to be found out later, what would happen to him was a daunting thought. He shuffled his feet a little, looking back down at the floor. It was his master the dealer was trying to deceive. That meant he would be the one to face any retribution when the lie was busted and the truth was uncovered. He didn't want to be beaten again but there was no way out. It was either a beating from the master later or the dealer now. He knew the dealer would definitely hit him if he tried to ruin the deal but there was a chance his master wouldn't care about the previous injuries and would take him anyways.

 

He shifted forward and nudged the red haired man with his head. He corrected in a hardly audible whisper, "Nearly died." Laf stuck close to the man, trembling from fear of rejection. The dealer screamed at him, "How dare you!" He lunged forward to attack the fearful pet.

[StainedCrimson]

Aison had known the man was lying the moment he came back. He'd looked too calm and smug coming out of that tent for his liking and figured he was going to try something like this. Not too mention he can tell for himself that there's been more then just a few serious beatings and from the way things sounded he'd also been through a few owners as well. That was the only explanation for the agreed low price and particularly neglectful and nasty behavior toward this pet.

 

He glances at Laf hearing the pet before his eyes narrow when the dealer lunges at them. Stepping in front of Laf to get a better stance he draws his hand back and lets it fly into the man's face. The combined force of the man already being in motion plus the force of Aison's punch was enough to send the man flying back along with a loud crunch signaling a broken nose. Shaking his hand along with clenching and unclenching it he stares down at the dealer with a look of barely reigned in rage. "Your first mistake was lying to me and your second and worst mistake was trying to hit something I was going to pay you for. It was already all but done and over with and you knew it yet you tried to damage my property. Your boss is going to enjoy learning that you not only didn't get paid for a pet, but that you pissed me off."

 

He takes the papers about Laf that are on the ground and searches the man for the missing papers before going into the tent to look for them. Once he has all of them he looks at the large man once more. "Unbind his hands and then do what you have to about that. I'm taking my pet and going home." His eyes are still smoldering with anger at having such a low life not only lie to him, but try to attack the pet for telling his potentially new master the truth.

 

Looking at Laf his eyes cool slightly but not fully. "I don't need to worry about you running off now do I?" He asks more rhetorically than really expecting an answer. Having just pissed off the dealer the pet really has no choice but to stick with Aison now. Unless he wants to try and build a life out in the real world, but honestly, with no skills besides sex and having been owned almost his whole life what hope does he have of building a new life? Especially without money to get him along.

[FatPanda]

Aison's reflexive actions shocked Laf. His previously trembling body stepped back half a step, eyes wide open. He flattened his eyes and parted his lips into a grin. Laf was going to have a new master and this master didn't seem like a bad one. His internal self jumped up and down in joy; it'd been a long time since someone had hit another person in his presence that wasn't him. The feeling of relief automatically pulled his facial muscles into a smile. Aison was cool, so very cool. Laf couldn't help but think he was being saved. There was always still the possibility that this new master was like his last one - nice sometimes yet awful the next - but he liked the thought of meeting his hero a little too much to let go.

 

The big man had jumped up in shock as well. It was so unexpected he didn't know what to do in response. At the customer's words he pulled the pet back towards him and undid the binding holding the arms together. The boss was definitely not going to be happy about this. There was little problem with letting the pet go unpaid for because he was to be sold cheap anyways but the fact that he'd pissed off such a big player in the financial world was a problem he couldn't get away from scotch free. The man picked up the dealer, nodded to Aison, and left the two of them.

 

Laf rubbed his arms lightly, they were sore from being held back for such a long time. He stopped instantly when his master asked him about running away. He hadn't even considered it; the thought was associated with pain and fear. One of the first sadists he met had conditioned him that way. They had hit his legs constantly while asking him about his thought on running. He had repeated the words "I will never run" so many times for the beating to stop. Laf shook his head lightly to both rid himself of the remembrance and to answer the question. He didn't dare run from a master, not that there was a need to run in his opinion.

 

Laf flinched at the look in Aison's eyes but his master wasn't threatening. His grin slackened into a sheepish smile as he stared at his master in admiration; this man made him feel safe. Laf followed closely behind his master, shivering a little. His naked body didn't tolerate the cold very well but it wasn't his place to ask for clothing; it was a privilege his master would have to bestow him. Inside a building he had little problems with being stark naked but they were going to have to step outside. That did not sound exciting.

[StainedCrimson]

Aison gives a slight satisfied nod and walks until the come close to leaving where he stops with a slight frown. "I don't believe I brought any clothing since I wasn't sure what or if I was going to buy a pet today. I'll have to have him pull up to the doors then so we can just toss you without exposing you to the general public. For now put this on until we get in the car." He tosses his jacket at Laf while pulling out his cell phone to call his driver to pick him up.

 

Closing his phone with a snap he looks back at Laf. "While we have a few minutes then, tell me your name and your history. I'm not entirely sure I trust what's in these papers. You telling me what happened will allow me to cross check and allow me to figure out if I need doctors or anything to look you over before anything else happens." He states matter of factly. "Well, I should state that in terms of anything too rigorous that is." He smirks faintly before noticing the car is there and turns to go get into the car, the door already held open by his driver. Obviously expecting Laf to follow him without being told, he doesn't so much as glance or motion for the pet to follow him into the car.

 

Once in he points to a spot at his feet for Laf to sit at. While the car isn't a limo, it's still big and long enough to have sufficient room for the pet to sit or kneel in front of his new master. "Now, let's hear what you have to tell me." Aison comments leaning back into the seat waiting patiently, for the moment, for Laf to start speaking and filling him in.

[FatPanda]

Laf barely caught the jacket in surprise. He hadn't expected his master to care about him being naked. The jacket was really nice; Laf felt shame as he thought about how he'd be making it all filthy. If it hadn't been an order, he wouldn't have put it on but it was, his master had said it as a statement not a suggestion. He pulled it on, noticing how over-sized it was on him and also how warm it was to have clothes on his skin. Wrapping the jacket around himself tightly, he followed after his master while he considered what history he had to recount.

 

He shuddered as he searched his brain for the answers. The pet didn't want to remember what had happened, the most vivid memories were the horrid ones. He glanced at the driver slightly as he passed by but quickly averted his eyes and crawled into the car. He knelt on the floor next to Aison's feet where he had been told to sit, situating himself where he could attend to the master's need if he were ordered to. He felt a slight coldness on his butt cheeks as they touched the car that'd been outside. He was probably a little too close to his new master but he liked being next to the man.

 

"Uh..." Laf started but didn't know what to say. He pulled the jacket around him and shifted his eyes, scanning the floor. When his eyes landed on his master's feet, he opened his mouth nervously, "Lafay Maus." He pulled his arms up to his chin in an act of self protection and in anxiety. He was very uncomfortable talking about his past, unsure of how much he needed to tell and what he could avoid talking about. He nibbled on the side of a finger, thinking a little too slowly.

 

"I... um... ah... I had five... no... um... six or seven masters before. H-history?" Laf looked up at his master, eyes tearing up. He really wanted to ask if he could not tell but he was also afraid that he'd earn his first beating only minutes after he'd been taken in. He looked back down and gathered his courage. "I've dislocated a few joints and broken a few ribs before but that was a long time ago, they should be healed now." One of his mastered had been a drunk who used him as a punching bag whenever he was drunk, which was most of the time.

 

He continued, "In my last check-up, they said I was clean but I have had two more masters since then. I had some customers with one of them and they didn't use condoms so I might have a disease." Really, it wasn't a reliable check-up either. He could have already had a disease because the doctor wasn't a professional, he was practicing illegally, and he also didn't do the actual check-up, he spent the time fucking Laf instead.

 

"After that, I nearly died a few times... My master, ah... former master, hit me with a whip until my butt felt like it was on fire. I think I passed out a few times from blood loss. He did that sometimes but I don't think there's anything wrong with me. I just might be a little weak because a customer had almost choked me to death after beating me until I couldn't move then my next master didn't really feed me often."

 

It really was a surprise to himself to realize he'd been through so much yet was still in one piece. He started to feel nauseous, he wasn't used to being in a car or anything else that moved. He held his hand over his mouth to push back the need to vomit. Sneaking a look at his master, he wondered how long it'd take to get to their destination.

[StainedCrimson]

Aison frowns down at Laf as he gives his account. "A check up is first and foremost then. By a real doctor since I'm sure their's was a two bit piece of shit. Now then, don't you dare throw up in my car." He warns seeing the other getting close to throwing up. Looking up he calls out to the driver. "Hurry up and get us to the apartment. It's closer than the house. I'm going to call the doctor."

 

Crossing his legs he pulls out his cell phone again and starts to talk to someone. "Yes, about five more minutes. A full check up and blood work will need to be done as well." A slight pause before he nods. "Alright. I'll see you there." Closing the phone he looks down at his new pet to make sure he hasn't thrown up.

 

"Now, what training have you been put through? What skills do you have?" He asks wanting to know if there's anything he'll have to teach or if he can just have his fun. Not that he doesn't mind just having his fun, but he doesn't want to break his new toy so soon. So knowing how far he can push it right away is a good way to ensure he gets a good bit of fun out of him. If his pet wasn't threatening to throw up he'd have him give a blowjob just to see how good he is.

[FatPanda]

Laf felt like throwing up even more now that he'd been warned not to. The feeling was rising in his throat but he really didn't want to disgrace himself so fast. It felt like a rope was tied around his throat, threatening to choke him. The feeling was suffocating. He could hardly breathe. It felt like the only option was to barf it all up and clear his airways although the two pipes were not connected. The taste of bile started to seep up his esophagus. It was sour and burned his throat but he bit back the need to throw it up. He breathed in heavy breaths as his new master talked on the phone.

 

At the question, he coughed it down while thinking of what kinds of training his master wanted him to list. He stared up with a blank face; he really didn't know what was considered training and what wasn't. He hadn't been formally trained, all of his masters had just done what they wanted with him. "I-I've taken it in my mouth and my butt before. Sometimes, master would tie me up and sometimes he'd hit me. I don't have any skills in particular... one master said I don't blow well though." He frowned, afraid that Aison would be displeased further with the unsatisfactory trait.

 

The pet pulled the jacket around him tighter as a shiver ran up his spine. He wasn't cold but his body still felt the need to tremble. Laf shifted himself even closer to Aison, hoping the man wouldn't be bothered by the action. The nervousness of his answer and the small gesture mixed with the nausea of motion sickness made the feeling in his throat return. With a strong jerk of the car, he would probably throw up the stomach acid in his body since there was nothing else to remove from his stomach.

[StainedCrimson]

Aison frowns at the information. "Well, at the very least it looks like I won't have to treat you with kit gloves though your previous masters were all clearly idiots if they didn't teach you anything. We're at our destination and you're getting a full check-up. Once it's done I will be informing you of what rules and expectations you are to meet and follow. They're not difficult so if you don't obey them then you will be punished strictly, however, not to the same extent your previous masters did. Still, if you fail repeatedly to meet my expectations then you will sold off and I will find myself a new pet. I have no need for someone who can't obey and folly a few simple rules."

 

He states all of this as they get out of the car and go up in an elevator to the top floor. Once there they go into a door and greeting them is a lavish, but not overly opulent, apartment set up. Waiting for them is a middle-aged man who greets Aison and glances at Laf. "This is the one then?" At the curt nod he nods his understanding. "Understood. A full physical and samples for testing." With that he goes and washes his hands before pulling on some gloves and motions for Laf to take off the coat. "Well then, let's get started."

 

Seeing Laf's body the doctor 'tsk's is disapproval at the clear indicators of malnutrition and poor care taking that the other has been through. Quickly but thoroughly he does much the same as as Aison but also looks him over more careful for signs of any diseases before going to his kit and pulls out a few vials, a twist cap plastic cup and a needle. "Alright, once I get the blood samples from you you'll need to pee into this cup for a urine sample. Understood?" He asks and waits for confirmation from Laf before quickly taking two full syringes of blood and splitting it into the vials, sealing them before handing Laf the cup. "Off you go then. Make sure you close it tightly when you're done and bring it back to me." He states giving the cup over.

[FatPanda]

The apartment was of a higher class than any Laf had seen before. It was strange to be walking around with so little on in such an elaborate building. His dirty feet left a trail behind him where he'd stepped. He stayed close to Aison, hoping not to get lost. He had grabbed onto his master's shirt lightly from behind - also leaving a dirt mark - before the other man had to do his check up. At the indication to remove his master's jacket, Laf took the garment off and folded it. He looked around, searching for some place to put it. He couldn't put it on the ground even if the floor was extremely clean nor could he put it on the couch after he'd sullied it with his filth. He couldn't hold it either because he was to do his check-up so he settled on leaving it on the table, noting mentally to clean the spot after he was done.

 

All the unfamiliar probing caused him to feel awkward. He'd been naked in front of all sorts of men before and they'd done their fair share of probing but this was different. It was very much like what his master had done only a while ago but it was still very strange to be probed with such odd intentions. Laf stared at the needle and plastic cup as the doctor gave instructions. He nodded but his focus was mainly on the needle. It looked like his master was going to let the man puncture holes into him. He'd experienced it before with one of his former masters but it was painful and not very enjoyable. The constant sting of the thin instrument had made him beg for its mercy. He really didn't like the thought of another set of poking but his master wasn't doing anything about it so he had no choice but to comply.

 

Laf shut his eyes and trembled slightly as the needle went in and he only felt a little pain. He opened his eyes and sighed relief as he realized it didn't hurt as much as he remembered. He took the cup that was handed to him and looked around. If it had been any other place, he wouldn't have hesitated to urinate on the spot but his master's apartment was very clean. He felt it would be more frowned upon to do that so sauntered over to what looked like the washroom. His feet left a trail of dirt on the floor.

 

He didn't close the door to the washroom seeing no need for the privacy. He'd been told to do a lot of strange things before but urinating into a cup was new to him. Laf tried his best to allow the stream to flow out but it wasn't easy. His body was too dehydrated to allow any fluid to escape. It took him quite some time before he was relaxed enough but eventually a very thin stream of yellow left his body and into the cup. To him it didn't look like the cup was filled enough but it was the best he could do so he put the lid on tightly.

 

Upon leaving the washroom, he saw the footprints he'd left on the floor. With his foot, he tried to scrub the dirt away but only made it worse into a smudge. Giving up, he returned to his master and the doctor with the cup outstretched. He looked down, fearing what they planned to do with the excesses of his body and the punishment that might come with the recolouring of the clean floor.

[StainedCrimson]

Aison was lounging comfortably on the couch, legs loosely crossed in front of him with his tie loosened and the top buttons undone. He nods his approval at Laf being quick to do as he was told and following instructions as directed with no mistakes. Perhaps this pet would prove a decent companion afterall. The doctor takes the cup and sets in a spot within a small carrying case that has foam slots in it for such a thing, after labeling it. "Based off the tests I've done so far he should be fine for basic use, but vigorous activity will be difficult for him due to severe dehydration and malnutrition. After a few days of getting a proper diet he should be able to gradually take on more." The doctor is finishing up his analysis report as he's being handed the cup. "I also didn't find any diseases present in the sample I ran, but it is by no means a thorough testing which will be in tomorrow afternoon at the latest since I will see to it personally as being top priority."

 

Aison nods and gets up to see the doctor out. "I understand. Thank you doctor, I'll keep an eye out for the report then. You can fax it to me here or just give my secretary a call and someone will be sent to collect it." The doctor nods and leaves then. Going back to the couch Aison studies his pet for a moment before motioning for him to sit in front of him. "Now then, we're going to go over the rules and expectations." He states taking a sip of a drink on the side table. "After that you will be taking a bath and cleaning off all that filth. Why they didn't bother cleaning up the merchandise I don't understand. You should at least make it look worth buying if you want to sell something." The last sentence he mutters more to himself before refocusing on Laf.

 

"Now then, you'll be expected to ask me for everything. Food, water, using the bathroom, wearing clothes, for my cock and the like. When you come with me to work you'll not speak, but ask me through touches that I'll teach you to ask for things, since you'll be kept leashed and tied up under my desk so no one else at the office will know of you." He takes another drink and waits a moment before continuing. "That being said, if I give you something I expect you to not question me on it unless you don't understand what I want you to with what I'm giving you. When we're going between my house and the office for example, I will give you the clothes to wear for the travel between, but once we're either back in the house or inside my actual office you will remove the clothing and stay bare minus your collar when I get you one. Also, even though I say you'll ask me for food and drink I will give you three meals a day unless I get caught up with work at the office. In which case it will be two meals and you are allowed to ask for snacks or a drink between meals. I may either consent, deny or require something from you before agreeing to request. Such as you to suck me off for example."

 

Leaning back he looks Laf over before continuing. "Around the house you'll be expected to help with chores when not servicing me. Today will be an exception since we need to get you settled in and cleaned first. Do you understand and do you have any questions?" He asks giving Laf the freedom to speak freely this one time.

[FatPanda]

Laf knelt where he'd been instructed to in front of his master. At the suggestion of a bath, Laf's arm twitched with an itch. He rubbed at it lightly, trying not to scratch too hard. He hadn't had a bath since the last time his previous master had let him out of isolation. That was close to a month ago. His skin had gotten used to the irritation of the filth over the days but now that he was reminded of the vexation, his nerves acted up. The thought of having itches started to aggravate his skin; he was aware of the areas requiring attention. Patches on his back, his upper arm, and his thighs started to itch together. He scratched a little harder seeking relief at his arm but met with pain instead. There were so many irritants on his skin that he had to scratch hard to remove them. He tried not to scratch hard but he naturally scratched stronger that it turned to pain instead.

 

He stared at his master's feet as his listened to the instructions. There was a lot of information to take in but these were probably the most important rules. He tried his best to pay attention. This new master was a lot nicer and more lenient than his previous ones. They'd made a lot of irrational rules that only concluded with him being beaten... again. Sucking his master's cock sounded pretty easy to do in comparison unless his master couldn't stand his work as much as one of his previous masters. However, doing chores... Laf frowned at the idea. He wasn't very good at housework or things like that. He found it hard to get accustomed to the act of cleaning. He obviously hadn't been subjected to it very much nor could he understand how to do it properly. He'd broken quite a few things before and been yelled at fairly often for lack of accuracy.

 

"I understand." He had no questions to add, not at the moment. Although it was his only chance to ask questions or make clarifications, there'd been too much information to process. He couldn't think of anything except the problems he'd face trying to finish the chores and the long awaited bath. He wondered what it would be like and imagined the relief it would give him. That only served to make his itches worse. On a second thought, he considered asking about regular bathes but he couldn't find a way to voice it. Even if his master was letting him speak, he still didn't have the freedom to say whatever he wanted. His master hadn't said anything about taking baths other than this one time. He bit his lips shut and left the question alone. The less he asked, the faster he could get the itch off.

[StainedCrimson]

Aison notices his pet starting to scratch himself. He frowns as he notices just how much dirt and who knows what else is covering him. "Go take your bath. Take as many as you need to get all of that off and use as much soap and the like as well." Standing up he waves a dismissive hand. "There's also a toothbrush and hairbrush in there for you to use as well. No need to worry about clothes so just dry off so you're not dripping all over the floor."

 

That taken care of for the moment he goes and starts to cook. While he could easily have his own hired cook, he's not the type to let others do everything for him. After all, if he one day found himself without money or means he'd have to know how to survive until he got both back. For his pet he makes a mostly broth soup with some tiny vegetables and strips of meat in it. For himself he makes a simple meal with chicken and some wine before setting his food at the table. With a frown he ponders the question of his pet. Pets don't sit at the table after all, so he gets a pillow from the couch and puts it on the floor with the bowl of soup and a spoon in front of it.

 

Satisfied, Aison sits down and starts to eat his own food while listening to his pet bathe and get cleaned. He'll have to make it clear that he expects his pet to practice good hygiene. He's not going to keep a mangy pet or let one touch him for that matter. Taking a sip of wine he wonders just how he should go about teaching his pet the signals in what he's asking for when he's not allowed to speak.

[FatPanda]

Laf picked himself up off the floor at the command and found his way back to the bathroom. Forgetting to close the door once again, he looked around. Earlier, he'd simply stepped inside and done his business not having dared to take too long. Now that he looked, the bathroom was as elegant as the rest of the apartment. The bathtub was off to the right, situated in the corner. Although it was "out of the way", it stood out elaborately. It was white and extremely clean. It looked new despite having probably been used before. The cleanest tub he'd been in still had slight stains marking its use but this one was spotless. The tub was also a lot larger than any he'd seen before; it wasn't the regular round-cornered rectangular shape, it was more of a quarter piece of a circle. That wasn't the only foreign looking piece of furniture. The sink was the most oddly shaped one he'd ever seen and will ever see. It was a fancy, curved sink that ran along the wall resembling a slanted shelf more than a sink. The walls surrounding it was comprised of sleek black and silver tiles, the same ones lining the walls the bathtub was up against.

 

Laf stepped into the tub and stared at the knob he thought was the valve. He had no idea how to use it. Do I turn it? He tried turning it clockwise and cold water came rushing out of the spout into the tub. The cold shocked him; he hadn't expected the spout to release water so readily. Turning off the tap, he sunk into the warm water. He felt a sigh of relief escape his lips as his skin stopped irritating him. The water felt good and he'd have like to soak for hours but his master was waiting for him to scrub himself clean. He couldn't stay for too long. He scrubbed his face a bit before soaking his short hair.

 

Finding the soap, he rubbed himself down from head to toe. He used the soap in his hair as well, not knowing shampoo was the better option. He scratched at his scalp as much as he could to rid himself of any foreign organisms and of itches. Then he soaped his face, nearly getting it in his eyes. Washing the rest of his body, he made sure to get behind his neck, under his arms, between his fingers, toes, and nails, and his belly button. It felt good to be on the way to clean again. He hadn't felt so refreshed since his last bath with his previous master.

 

He felt a rush of fear as he remembered the actions of his previous master. The man had taken care of him, let him bathe. The man also turned around to starve him right after. Keeping clean suddenly didn't seem so appealing anymore. He didn't want to be beaten anymore, it hurt a lot and made him feel bad. He was hoping this man would be different, take care of him a little better. If he was like any of the others... Laf shuddered. That 180 degree turn would shatter his dreams. He closed his eyes tightly to try to dispel the horrible thought.

 

He knew it was stupid to think his new master was anything like his old one. This man wasn't the same; he'd taken Laf in with a different attitude. He swallowed his fear and kept cleaning. He reached between his legs and cleaned his cock. It wasn't like he expected his master to notice whether he'd cleaned it thoroughly or not but it didn't hurt to pay a little more attention to it. He relaxed a little, having started to focus on something besides thoughts of being beaten again. His last area of cleaning was his ass. That needed to be cleaned thoroughly. He'd been bought to be a sex slave, probably. So his hole had to be cleaned out properly. His master was likely to be expecting to use it, it'd earn him some punishment if he didn't make sure it was clean.

 

The pet took his soapy hands and inserted a finger into his ass. It hurt a little, seeing as he hadn't used it for a month, but the water and the soap helped them slide in a little easier. He moved it around to try his best at cleaning. When he thought it was as thorough as he could get it, he removed his finger and pulled his cheeks apart to let the water in. It felt odd but it would probably help. He stood up with his cheeks still apart to let the water dribble out. He unplugged the bathtub to let the water out as a shiver ran up his spine. Looking to the side, he found the towel and dried himself off.

 

Since his master had indicated there was a toothbrush around, he most likely wanted Laf to clean his teeth as well. Frowning at the stick, he picked it up for use. He hated brushing his teeth, his gums always bled after no matter how lightly he tried to brush. Finishing up, he spat blood out into the sink. He looked into the mirror and noticed how clean he was. With a smile, he left the bathroom to return to his master.

 

Upon returning to the living room, he found that his master had changed locations. He looked around, slightly afraid his master expected him to wait in the living room instead. He spotted Aison in the dining area eating and walked over to the spot on the floor that looked like it was his. He stared at the pillow, hesitating to sit on it. It seemed unusual; he'd never been given a seat before, just the a spot on the floor. He picked up the pillow and sank down to the floor in a kneeling position. Holding the living room accessory in his lap, he waited for his master to say he could eat the food.

[StainedCrimson]

Aison glances over at Laf seeing him put the cushion on his lap. "That's meant for you to sit on, but if you don't want to then feel free to ignore it." Taking another bite of his food he motions with a flick of his fork at the bowl. "Eat. Once you're done I want you to suck me. Might as well enjoy the one part of you I can until your blood work comes back." He mutters more to himself than to Laf as he finishes his food. "Ah, just to make sure there's no confusion on your end. Eat only until you feel full, if you start to feel sick or like there's too much food in you then stop. I don't feel like seeing you throw everything back up because you tried to finish everything in it."

 

The only reason he's having his new pet eat first before servicing him is because he doesn't want the other to pass out before finishing. Still, it might not be a bad idea to get his new pet in the habit of asking if Aison wanted him to service him before eating a meal. Humming absently in thought he rolls the idea around for a bit while glancing at his pet every now and then to make sure he doesn't try to scarf the whole bowl down at once. That'd be a guarantee that he'd get sick and then he'd have to punish him.

 

He decides to distract the other with some more talk about what's expected of him. "Now then, earlier you seemed a bit alarmed at the idea of house work and chores. I'm not talking about much except maybe washing the dishes and putting them away along with just straightening things. Any real cleaning gets done by a cleaning service who comes in twice a week."

[FatPanda]

"Eh?" Laf felt the stupidity set in, it was his first time getting a cushion so had no idea what it was meant for. His master said he could ignore it but if it had been intended for sitting, that's what he'd do. After all, he didn't want to displease his master. He shuffled over and put the pillow where he'd previously been before replacing himself onto the seat. It was very soft and comfortable, definitely a lot easier to sit on compared to the hard ground. It tickled the flesh of his buttocks a little since he hadn't felt fabric there in a long time. He smiled to himself as he picked up the spoon. This master was very different from the ones before, he had peculiar habits that made Laf's life a little more enjoyable.

 

At the command, he nodded. That was certainly nothing unexpected; he was already prepared to suck his master's cock the moment he was bought. It was the first thing most masters had him do. He was about to gobble down the soup in one gulp but at the warning, he tried to slow himself. Using the spoon helped as it could only carry so much but he quickly picked up speed. It was at the fault of the taste; it was absolutely delicious, especially compared to what he'd had the last couple of weeks. He slurped it up quicker than he should have but managed to stop himself before it became too fast.

 

He tried his best to listen attentively as the man talked about chores, trying to nod at the right places while still eating. He wasn't doing a very good job with his inability to multitask. His eating slowed to a near halt. The idea sounded simple but he still wasn't confident in his ability to do dishes. He was a klutz quite often, having broken a lot of things in the past. The prospect of being beaten again for a job done poorly was not tempting at all but he'd have to do it nonetheless. To ease his nervousness for the future, he continued eating.

 

He finished the bowl, lapping up the remains. He tried not to appear too greedy but he couldn't help it, it was delicious and he never really knew when he'd get a chance to eat again. Although his master had warned him not to overeat, he had no idea if he was stuffing himself or not. He just hoped he wouldn't throw up and risk being punished. Once satisfied with licking the bowl clean, he wondered what he would do with it. He hadn't been instructed to bring it to the sink so he decided it would have to stay where it was on the floor. Hoping not to knock it over and break it, Laf crawled over to his master.

 

He'd remembered the command from earlier: suck me. He sat at his master's feet, reaching for Aison's fly. He was forgetting he had to ask his master for the cock as he never had to with any other man. They had all welcomed the thought of his mouth over their meat, pleasuring them. Laf pulled down the zipper and reached for the soft rod. Slipping it through the fly, he salivated. He never minded giving blowjobs, in fact he liked to because his masters didn't usually hit him when he did. It served as a safe haven of a sort, conditioning him to love the act.

 

Laf pulled back the foreskin and stroked the cock a bit with his hand before running his tongue along the shaft. He licked the underside from the base to the tip and then along the side. He tasted his new master continuously, taking in the salty taste. It was going to have to be his second favourite taste for the next while, hopefully the rest of his not-so-short life. Of course, it was second to the taste of his master he'd get to know only when he'd done a good job. Having enough of just licking the length, he let his tongue play at the slit and roll over the head.

 

His lips cupped down over the tip and circled around the cock as he let his tongue rest a second. Saliva escaped his mouth as he bobbed his head up and down on only the tip. Slowly, he let more and more of the cock in. His tongue resumed it's actions, licking around as he moved his head. He wasn't confident he could take the entire length just yet, it'd been a while since he had to do this and he didn't want to take a gagging break from his job. He let go of the cock and went back to licking the shaft, this time he ran his lips up and down the sides first. Then he ran his tongue from the base back to the tip, leaving a trail of drool dripping down onto his master's pants.

 

Laf worked the tip again, letting his tongue encircle the head and passing along the slit. He eased his mouth over more of the cock now, taking in as much as possible each time. Then he took the entire length of cock into his mouth, sliding right down to the base. Having to adjust so not to gag, he rested at the base for a while as he sniffed the scent of his master. It was clean, very different from his previous masters and customers. They'd all been musky with sweat but Aison's scent was clean and sweet. It was by no means the smell of strawberries or chocolate but it didn't sting his nose like most others tended to at first, before he'd gotten used to them.

 

Feeling like he could go without gagging, he bobbed his head up and down the rod. It slipped in and out of his mouth smoothly thanks to the excessive amount of saliva he'd left on it. The head slid across the roof of his mouth and to the back of his throat. He relaxed his jaw a little and widened his throat to accommodate the intruding meat. His tongue slid across the tip every time he nearly pulled out. It slivered along the sides as he moved down to the base. His drool covered the cock and continued to drip down onto his master's pants.

 

Slurping at the tasty subject of his work, he pulled his mouth off the cock to lick it again. He'd forgotten what it was like to lick a lollipop but imagined it had been similar. He lapped up the saliva he'd left sliding down the rod and ran the cock across his lips. He looked up at his master, hoping he was doing at least a decent job to get a slight look of pleasure across Aison's face.

[StainedCrimson]

Aison frowns faintly when he sees his pet quickly eat the food and even lick the bowl clean. Just how badly was this boy treated that he feared for his next meal so much? He'll have to address that soon then since he's not happy with the whole skin look. Still, can't over feed his pet right off the bat and risk making him sick, but he was pleased to see his pet use the cushion.

 

He notices that Laf leaves the bowl on the floor and while finding it a bit odd, not too surprising given his back ground and lack of any formal training or even basic skills that people develop. He'll have to get his pet up to par on that end, but nothing too major. Just enough so he can do things around the house without feeling too awkward or skittish. Having a skittish pet is almost more concerning than one that's too complacent.

 

Seeing Laf crawl over, which he gets a small approving smile over, he leans back and lets the other do all the work. At least until he starts taking in his entire cock to suck and work on. Then a hand goes to the back of his head to tangle in his hair and firmly guide in to move in the way he likes best. For the first few moments he lets Laf set the pace so the gag reflex isn't hit and the risk of throwing up becomes a very real possibility.

 

When Laf looks up at him he gives a small smile, but it's mostly his eye that are darker that gives sign to his growing pleasure at the blow job. As a big player he has to have the best poker face possible so others can't read him and it's become second nature so it's hard to drop. Not too mention when his pet is pleasing him at work he can't exactly let it show either. Well, unless he has his pet bent over the desk, riding him or pressed up against the glass windows in his office that is. "That's a good pet. Just keep at it until I give you a mouthful of cum as a reward for your hard work." He murrs.

[FatPanda]

Laf's eyes wandered up along his master's body, looking at the abdomen, the chest, the neck, the chin, and finally stopping at the lips. They held a slight smile indicating he was to keep going but he couldn't help feeling worried. There were so many reactions his master could have on his face to show he was enjoying it but the only sign was a light smile. There was no mouth hanging open, no grimace in pleasure, no biting of the lips to hold back the cries. It was worrisome, making him believe he wasn't doing a good enough job.

 

He always checked for the look of pleasure, a previous master had pulled out whenever he did a bad job, which was quite often, and would slap Laf's mouth continuously until it swelled and his lips broke. If the pet dared to cry, the man would hit harder. Then he'd be ordered to continue and the process would repeat itself until the man's hand ached. That was when Laf knew he had to work harder even if it hurt because his master would find some other object to hit him with.

 

Now, not knowing whether he was doing well or not scared him. He hadn't been scolded nor beaten yet so it must've been a sign he wasn't doing too poorly. But his mind was wandering, he couldn't do a good job in that state. He shook himself out of the daze and readmitted the cock into his mouth, letting it slide all the way to the back of his throat. That's when he heard the deal: if he worked harder, he would get his reward. The words instantly had him sucking more enthusiastically. The soup was tasty and enough hydration to keep him alive but it'd become second nature to him to crave the fluids of another man. It had been his only source of hydration for the majority of his life. He drooled at the thought, leaving more saliva on his master's pants.

 

He licked the tip around in circles, lapping up pre-cum. He was so eager for the juices of his master but he couldn't rush it. He ran his tongue back and forth over the slit, closing his lips over the tip. He sucked there lightly before dropping down to the base, running his tongue along the entire length. He took it back into his mouth, tightening his lips around it and sucking on the rod. His tongue slid across the underside as it moved in and out of his mouth continuously. As the tip came towards his lips, he turned his head to one side and ran his tongue across the top. Then he'd push it back towards his throat, running the head along his mouth.

 

He lapped at the tip, trying to taste more salty pre-cum and milk out the juices. Having little success, he buried himself into the man's crotch, taking at whiff as the scent. He pulled back out only a little as he sucked on the reward-producing item. He turned his head from side to side and tightened the space between his tongue and the roof. His tongue tasted all around the rod, dripping out more saliva. Gradually, he pulled out more and more until his lips were curled around the base and then to the tip. Next was to increase speed.

 

He pulled out and dove back in at a faster pace, trying his best to tighten his grip more. Each time he pulled out, he tried his best to go right back in until it was like a spring straining to recoil. All the while he was still sucking on the cock, trying to draw out his reward. He was getting desperate. His head bounced in and out of his master's' crotch as he tried to suck out the juices. He wanted to taste the cum of his new master.

[StainedCrimson]

Aison is a bit surprised at how his pet responds to his words but lets out a pleased hum and rewards his pet with a gentle petting before his hand goes back to the back of the head nudging him along in an encouraging manner. As the suction and speed increases, as well as him being at home, he slowly lets himself relax enough to emit soft pleasure filled moans as his head tilts back slightly. His eyes stay focused on his pet sucking so eagerly on his cock as if he was trying to forcibly suck out all his fluids.

 

His hips start to thrust up slightly, though he keeps himself reigned in so that his pet has to do most of the work to earn his reward. Perhaps next time he'd face fuck his pet, but for this time around he wants the other to earn what he's so eager to obtain. He lets Laf suck and work for another few minutes before finally letting himself have his release with a soft moan and fills his pet's mouth with cum.

 

He keeps his hand on Laf's head so he can't fully pull off his cock but can still move a little as the cum fills his mouth and throat. With hooded eyes he watches the other kneeling in front of him as his cheeks start to bulge slightly between having the flesh and cum in his mouth, as well as the cum starting to leak out of the corners of his mouth. "Good boy. Now be sure to get all of it up. You wouldn't want to waste your reward would you?" He murrs while lightly stroking and tugging on his pet's hair.