Master's Pet

My name is Quinlan Curtus. I've lost count of how many years I've been with my Master, being subjected to all the things you're afraid of. I was literally one of his first slaves, being morphed, trained, forced into being someone and something I'm not. Honestly? I don't really remember much of my old life. I guess that's what happens when you've been what I am as long as I have. But I'm not too disappointed; Master makes me happy, and treats me well, so I can't really complain.

[jeremiah-holt]

Come here, Q.

[the-surfer-slave]

I... I... -shuffles towards, eyes downcast-

[jeremiah-holt]

Maybe you’d like to come and stare at something else for a while, hm little love?

[the-surfer-slave]

I don't need to... I don't mind the wall...

[mgxshui]

[the-surfer-slave]

I feel like I've been staring at this wall for years...

[the-surfer-slave]

I've lost count of how long I haven't seen Master. This slightly makes me irritated.

[jeremiah-holt]

Quinlan:

[jeremiah-holt]

[the-surfer-slave]

T-Thank you...

[christraveller]

Really, Q? Do you think? Maybe I’ll mention it to him then... What did you do after you dropped out anyway? I bet you had more fun than if you’d stayed at school. And hey don’t say that, you’re not even that old! You’re just like everyone’s cool older brother who surfs and has good taste in movies. Why won’t he let you have a puppy? You’d be ace at looking after it! Spark loves you!

[the-surfer-slave]

I'm sure of it, cuz he loves you so much. I mean, I managed to get Master to let me go surfing again. Even when I've been bad I earn it back. Maybe my Master could set up like private, online lessons for you or something... I dunno... -laughs- No, I'm definitely old. I've gotten wrinkles and bits of grey hair!

[dogpicturesandvideos]

[jeremiah-holt]

Quinlan:

You’ve been my puppy for thirteen years.

I think it’s about time you had your own.

His name’s Chewy.

p.s. Apparently they get bloody massive so you’d better train him well, otherwise I will send him back to the pound.

[the-surfer-slave]

[yung-starbucks-deactivated20210]

[the-knight0wl]

[jeremiah-holt]

Mhm. Open your eyes, Quinlan, look at me -tilts his face up some more- I will be right behind you as you say it, ready to lay a slap to your pert little ass or a shock to your penis if you mess even one of those lines up. We’ll get it ingrained into your mind and it’ll become second nature to you, sweetheart. I’m never letting you go. I’m never letting you forget you’re mine -slips a hand round his throat to pull him in for a longer, more passionate kiss, walking him back to the bed slowly-

[the-surfer-slave]

-opens his eyes obediently, watching and listening to his Master, rather comforted by the thought- A-Are you going to make it at a certain time, Master? Like... right before bed and right after breakfast? -keeps his hnds tightly wrapped in his Master's shirt, even through the kisses and stumbles as he's walked backwards, but knows his Master has him, so he's definitely not too afraid- I l-love you...

[formerdominants-deactivated2013]

Is it so hard

[formerdominants-deactivated2013]

Wow. He’s good.

[the-surfer-slave]

...

Do you need something?

[theonyxhotel]

[christraveller]

Maybe. I’m sure he’d let me, but… seeing as you’re here do you want to walk Spark with me or something? I think he misses you.

[the-surfer-slave]

I basically dropped outta secondary school. I'm sure you could take uni lessons if you asked nicely. You have something to look forwards to. I'm just an old man now, heh. Yes. Puppy. I want a puppy. I doubt Master would let me have a puppy, though.

[jeremiah-holt]

Mm -twists his collar between his fingers thoughtfully- I own your freedom. Your happiness. Your misery. Your pleasure and pain… -cups his jaw- My perfect little boy. Like a loyal puppy to his master. I want you to repeat that mantra every morning and every evening so you never forget you who belong to -pulls him closer by his collar and kisses him hard- Nobody likes a stray mutt.

[the-surfer-slave]

-twists his fingers into his Master's shirt, gripping it tightly to not lose his ability to stand- H-Hng... E-Every inch is y-yours, Master... -closes eyes at the way his Master cups his jaw, and nods through the kiss, fingers tightening into Jer's shirt- Y-You'll sit there and m-make me do it, right, Master? Y-You won't leave me, r-right?

[jeremiah-holt]

I need more conviction than that. This is your mantra, Quinlan. I need you to show me how much you mean that. What do I own? How do I own you? 

[the-surfer-slave]

-whines quietly- You own me, Master. Every inch. My body. My orgasms. My breaths. Everything. You. Own. Me.