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Let’s Play...
Marcus twirled his keys as he whistled, strutting down the rows of pets. He was in the mood to play. Studying each pet with interest as he went. He needed one that looked like he could take some punishment. Looked the part anyway. He couldn’t be geld accountable if the pet crumbled under the pressure. Coming to Skyler’s cage he stopped, admiring the red head. “Well hello there, poppet.”
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azraelonthehunt:
It was good to be back in Azrael’s element, even just for a little while. His crew of wranglers and hunters left Linvale for a few days to bring in more pets. And it was the first time he brought Queenie along side him. She wasn’t so big yet, but she held her own during the trek, and the crew was successful in bringing back even more slaves than the last time. The motorcycles circled into the middle of the city, followed by the armoured trucks carrying the new pets. Queenie trotted along and found Azrael’s side, sticking with him as he lowered the large hood of his leather jacket, his red eyes instantly catching an familiar face waiting for him. “Ah…been waiting for me to come back?” he asked with a grin.
“Waiting indeed.” Marcus purred. “I’m anxious to see how my serum worked for you. I trust all these trucks are full?” He wasn’t necessarily waiting for Azrael. But once he caught him making an entrance he knew he should go see him. After all. He wanted his pick of the new pets coming in. Before they made it to the cages.
foxyjaxson:
Jaxson made a point of making a very obvious sound of displeasure as the Master began to talk to him. Why did they think they were so suave? Annoying. “I’m sorry, but I think I’ll pass,” he replied rather quickly, without even bothering to look up at the master.
“It’s cute that you think you have a choice in the matter.” Marcus reached down and attached a leash to his collar. “Now you can come along quietly or you can fight me in which you’ll get a taste of my tranquilizer. Your choice.”
azraelonthehunt:
“Business before pleasure makes sense to me, Marcus,” Azrael said with a chuckle, “I can’t fuck you if all that’s coming out of your mouth is business talk instead of dirty talk.” He snapped his fingers, one of his crew snatched the vial from the witch’s hand to present to Azrael. He took it and had a gander. He must admit, he’d be very impressed, but he needed to see it work. Proof that it was worth his time to use. “Hmmm…tell you what. I wanna see you use this before I take it upon myself and my crew to use it. How’s about you and me go for a walk and find ourselves a few rabids outside of the city to drag in. If it works, you get what you want. I know a lot of the pets that cause trouble, could use a little something to keep them in their place.” He tossed the vial at the witch again. “And…you throw your ass in the mix. Pleasure’s the best way to seal the deal, and I gotta admit…I’ve seen your butt around…I’d like to partake.”
“I see.” He mused with a smile. His laugh turned a little deeper, huskier even. The idea of being fucked my Azrael did hold certain appeal. Though he rarely bottomed and never for just anyone. “I’m sure we can work out an arrangement.”
“But of course. I wouldn’t expect you to simply take my word for it after all.” He caught the vial with a smirk. “I trust you’ve brought the artillery.?” The second comment about fucking made Marcus grin. Truly a shrewd businessman. “Very well. Let me show you what my serum can do..and you’ll have yourself a deal.”
gabrielhawthorne:
Gabriel squirmed on Marcus’s lap as he settled into a comfortable position. “My continued existence depends upon my eagerness to participate in and enjoy some of the.rougher and crueler activities the Masters like to inflict on humans in particular.” He reached underneath to unbutton his jeans to give Marcus a bit more room. “Should I grab your name before you begin?”
“A human are you?” Marcus mused, trailing a finger up the pet’s cheek. “That only sweetens the deal.” He grinned when he opened his pants. Sliding his hand down he gripped one firm butt cheek, kneading it with his fingers. “Tell me, pet. What sort of sordid activities have you been up to tonight?”
levicollxns:
“are you in cahoots with the nutjob who thinks he’s a doctor?” levi snapped out, brows knitting together tightly as he watched the master with a glare. yanking at his wrists and ankles the wolf growled lowly at the man as his clothes were cut away. great. his heart began to pound, and he felt sweat begin to bead across his face. “what the fuck–don’t touch me.” he growled, eyeing the needle he instantly felt sick. too many years of being klarion’s dummy scarred him for life. “if you don’t put that thing away i’m going to puke.” he couldn’t stand needles.
Marcus studied the syringe before setting it down and picking up the second. “What was that, poppet? I couldn’t hear past the wild beating of your heart.”
“It’s cute that you think that will deter me. Vomit is to be expected after all. I have come on in contact with many bodily fluids in my work.” He set down the second and picked up the third. “But what of what shall I do with you...hmm? Should I make you so horny you be me for release that I will not provide? Or shall I make every breath you take increasingly more painful. I must perfect these serums after all. Before I can sell them to the masses.”
ghostxwvlf:
“I don’t see the point in resisting when I know I won’t win and it will only hinder my ability to perform later. It’s just stupid.” The wolf shrugged. While he didn’t particularly want to go anywhere with someone who saw him as only a plaything, he knew complaining, fighting or anything along those lines wasn’t going to get him anywhere or make a difference. So instead he simply followed along wherever the other planned to take him.
“So you’re a smart boy. I like that.” Marcus assessed the pet with a critical eye. “I see...I think I have just the thing that can help enhance your strength. Would you like that, poppet? A serum that can make you faster, stronger...practically guarantee your victory.”
ghostxwvlf:
“I’ve kept a few masters company so far this evening. I certainly didn’t think I’d come out tonight and not spend it with anyone.” Isaac shrugged slightly. He had a few masters he could even consider friends of sorts so he’d spent much of his time with them. “Do you mean literally? No Sir, I’m still owned by the city.” The wolf answered, tugging his standard-issue collar that was around his throat.
“Good.” Marcus decided, tossing his napkin aside and rising from his seat. “You’ll be coming home with me then. I’m in the mood to play. And something tells me you’ll make the perfect plaything.”
“Unless of course you’d like to resist. By all means, Resist away. But we both know who will be winning that right, don’t we?”
gabrielhawthorne:
Gabriel kept his eyes upward to the ceiling as he felt the cold metal graze his skin, the fabric falling away to reveal him to the cold air. His hands clenched into fists, but the straps only pressed down harder on his wrists. Goosebumps emerged first under the metal and then all over his skin, making Gabe extra sensitive to the warm hand making its way up his leg towards his vulnerable torso. He took in a shaky breath, and smiled up at no one in particular, and asked, shakily, “is that a promise to make me scream, or merely a threat?”
He clenched down when he felt a flick on his cock, his legs trying to close but couldn’t; his knees tilted towards each other, but the restraints on his ankles held tight. His voice, always breathy and on the verge of a laugh, was particularly breathless as he asked, still looking up at the ceiling and away from the syringes, “I think there might be easier ways to initiate arousal.”
Marcus hummed to himself as he felt up Gabe’s other leg, giving it a squeeze. “It’s always a promise, poppet. The real question is are you going to continue to fight it or will you finally give in to the pleasure I can provide you.” He ran a finger over the goosebumps on his stomach. “Too cold? Perhaps I should give you something to help warm you up. Hmm? A little bit of heat would do you some good I think.”
“Tut tut...” He thwacked the pet across the knee with his walking stick that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. “You know better then to try to hide from me. Don’t you, poppet?”
lukarxmirez:
“i don’t - but i don’t…plan on killing anyone…i w-would never do it again…” his whole body tensed as the other slid his arm around his shoulders and began leading them out of the room they were in. he knew he deserved to be punished for his sins. but knowing and wanting it were two different things. he didn’t truly want to be punished. “i - i guess…” he agreed softly, dropping his gaze some. as long as he made it out alive it would be fine, right?
“Yes well. You didn’t plan on killing the first time did you?” If he had a heart, he would have felt bad for the little thing. But he didn’t so...it just served to excite him. He brought the elf into an empty room, closing and locking the door behind him. “Just know...I get no pleasure from having to do this.” He lied. It came so naturally to him it was laughable. “Now be a good boy and take off your pants.”
foxyjaxson:
Jaxson stretched out in the courtyard, reading a book that he’d surely snatched out of some store or off some master. At the very least, his time on the outside had taught him how to be stealthy. As he flipped through the pages, he scowled as a figure came over him – getting rid of the light from the sun. Brow furrowing, he looked up at the other with an agitated look. “Can I help you?”
Marcus was just roaming around during free time. Wanting to see if any pet caught his eye. One in particular was stretched out reading a book. Silly pet. “As a matter of fact you can.” He said slowly. “Hows about you put that silly book away and come with me. I promise you a night you’ll surely remember.”
gabrielhawthorne:
Gabe squashed the rest of his laughter. Even though his smile remained on, because nothing could really stop Gabe from smiling, his eyes flitted downwards and his chin was quickly tucked in. “I’m sorry, sir, the word just surprised me. Let me try again: I’m Gabriel, and I’d be happy to do whatever canoodles your interest.”
He pushed his mostly finished drink away from him, got off the stool, and leaned in close to Marcus. “And I certainly wouldn’t complain about a paddle.”
Marcus was going to truly enjoy wiping that smile off the pet’s face. When the boy leaned in close, Marcus caught him and deposited him onto his lap. “Quite the eager thing aren’t you?” He purred, stroking the pet’s cheek. He slid his hand into the back of his pants and gave his ass a rub. He marveled at the soft warm skin he found there. So inviting. Just waiting for his paddle to raise reddened welts across a perfect canvas. “I’d simply hate to disappoint you.”
ghostxwvlf:
Isaac held his ground at the casual mention of torture and humiliation, wanting to step back and put some distance between himself and this master, but the wolf knew better than to show any kind of weakness. “I’d um…rather not agree to be tortured Sir, but there are more than a few pets around that like that sort of thing.” Isaac said, toying with his glass of water, trying to figure out a casual and polite exit that wouldn’t interest this man further.
“Pity.” He sighed heavily. “Why go looking when I have such a fine specimen as yourself at my disposal? Come now, poppet. Did you really expect to come out tonight and not end up on some master’s arm? Tell me...have you been claimed yet?”
aazraelonthehunt:
Azrael and his crew usually liked retiring to a bar called The Den, a place that usually catered to werewolves and canidae shapeshifters. His crew usually got loud and drunk with a few drinks, Azrael sat in the corner, preferring to drink with his husband after hours but he was elsewhere. He heard the footsteps enter the bar, and immediately he knew it wasn’t the steps of a wolf. Hearing some of his men sneer as the individual approached confirmed his suspicion that a witch entered the bar. He looked up from his drink, red eyes locked on Marcus. “Is that so?” Azrael asked, his men flanking behind the witch, corning him, giving him no means of escape. “You’re doing a lot of talking yet you haven’t made any kind of deal, Marcus,” the werewolf said, knowing who this man was, “And we’re all adults here. My partner is my husband. Please refer to him as such. What is this offer you think I won’t be able to refuse?”
Marcus glanced around him, noting the way the men cut off his means of escape. How utterly delightful! The wolf wanted to threaten him. Unfortunately for him, Marcus didn’t threaten easily. “Of course.” He purred. Taking in Azrael with hungry a hungry stare. “Your husband.” Though he said it word graciously his intent was hardly that. “Goodness. I’ve only just arrived. Business before pleasure I see.” He heaved a great sigh. “Very well then.” Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a dart full of a milky white fluid. He held it up between them. “This is my latest formula. Designed to stop even a the most rabid creature in its tracks. All of this your little hearts require for a continuous supply of pets to be used at my disposal.”
lukarxmirez:
he hated this but this secret had been eating him alive for the last two years. even if he felt no remorse for what he did. he still took a life. “naughty is um…one word for it i guess…” the elf mumbled some. “i-i’m n-not sure sir i don’t know…do they allow murderers into the pet program here? i don’t want to be…thrown out to fend for myself.” he whined softly. “please have mercy on me…”
Marcus simply shook his head at the boy. “Now see I’d like to, poppet. I really would. But see then what would you learn? Absolutely nothing.” Rising from his seat, he slid an arm around the elf’s slight shoulders. “Know this gives me no great pleasure.” He lied. “But you must be punished. So you aren’t tempted to kill again.” He gazed at Luka with faux sympathy. “Don’t you agree?”
More like never stop....Drooling 🤤 lol
damcndeluca:
Damon walked around in nothing but a towel, body still dipping wet as the towel hung loose at his waist and he ventured deeper into his home, having requested company hours prior. “hmm, you’re a bit early aren’t you? sorry about this, i was actually planning on wearing clothes since i wasn’t expecting to run into you like this.”
“Oh don’t get dressed on my account.” Marcus purred, enjoying the view. “My...quite the specimen you are.” He commented, tapping a finger to his chin as he imagined all the things he could do to this body. “I prefer to be early.”
