Cupcake climbed obediently into the trunk of the car, and held his hands behind his back, crossed at the wrists, so his master could tie them. From his position lying on his stomach, he couldn't see what he was doing, but he had traveled enough to know the routine. After his hands were secure, he crossed his ankles and brought them down until they touched his bound wrists, and his master tied them all together. He hummed as he attached the spreader bar to his thighs just above the knee, and Cupcake moaned when he attached the line to his ball stretcher and pulled it taunt to tie it to the bar.

His master fondled him through the panties under the skirt he had picked out, and Cupcake was happy to see that his mood had improved.

"I think you'll enjoy the show today," he said, and plucked the line. It made a beautiful /twang/ sound that was not completely tuned out by Cupcake's scream as the vibration traveled through his sore sack.

When his muscles unseized from the pain, he turned his head to smile up at him in response. His master cradled his face, bent at the waist, and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Then he stood, and with a SLAM, the world was plunged into darkness.
Cupcake was so hard it hurt, and because the interior of the trunk was carpeted, he was thankful that his skirt had been long enough to cover his dick. That meant that he probably wouldn't get rug burns this time. But, he thought he knew where they were going, based on the numerous turns they made that sent him sliding into things like the spare tire, the walls of the trunk, or the toolbox his master kept in case they broke down. It seemed like another country estate, like his master's, and he was nearly certain that it belonged to his friend, Mr Charles. Cupcake was pretty sure that Mr Charles didn't have a pet right now- he seemed to remember that he had accidentally killed the last one- seemed to remember Mr Charles telling his master that the pet had bled out. That happened sometimes, but it meant that Cupcake wouldn't have anyone to play with unless he had already been replaced.

He was right! He was a bit proud of himself, when the trunk opened and he realized which garage he was in- but it was also true that he had made the trip many times, so it was, perhaps, not shocking that he was able to predict the eventual location. His master slowly untied the ropes that bound him, and rubbed down his calf, along the tight leather of his ballerina boots, before he moved on to free his wrists. The spreader bar came next, with the line still attacked to it, so that each movement put a new strain on his stretched balls, and cupcake used his free hands to dig into the carpet at the sensation.

"You never stop being cute," his master cooed as he cupped a hand around his balls to unclip the line, and used the opportunity to squeeze. The impact knocked the air out of him, because Cupcake had forgotten to expect it, and he hoped his tears didn't ruin his make-up.

"Thank you, master," he said when he remembered how to speak.

His master helped him to his feet, and pulled him into another kiss.

"I brought you along," his master explained as he led him into the house with one hand on the small of his back, "because I thought you might enjoy the show... and knowing Charlie, you might get a snack at the end."

"A snack?" Cupcake asked as they entered through the kitchen.

"It's a surprize, darling," His master winked, and began tapping away at his phone. A few seconds later a man sauntered in, and beamed at Cupcake.

"God, Jhonny, look at him," he said by way of greeting, "I can't believe how well he's aged. He doesn't look older than twenty."

"They do that when you take care of them," his master replied with mock humility, as his friend walked over and squeezed Cupcake's waist.

Cupcake giggled, and beamed, "Thank you, Sir! But I'm really excited! Most of us don't make it this long. Are you proud of me?"

"I'm proud of Jhonny," Charles explained, "I could never have the self-control."

Cupcake giggled, because that was true. Mr Charles went through pets like some people went through toothpaste. His master said that he was too rough on them, that he didn't know how to take care of his things- and Cupcake mostly agreed with him. But another part of him thought that pets, like a lot of things, were meant to be used. He may not keep them long, but he played with them the entire time he had them.

"What have you done to his nutsack?" Charles asked as he kneaded it, and Cupcake dug his hands into his shirt, willing his knees not to give out on him, "It seems even bigger."

"I think he may be trying to break a record," his master chuckled, "he says that he wants to be displayed after... you know, after everything. And he wants everyone who looks at it to be jealous."

"Is that so?" Charles asked Cupcake, but his teeth seemed to be stuck together, his grip was so tight it may tear the fabric, and there were tears in his eyes. He was incapable of answering, but Mr Charles didn't like being ignored, so decided to twist his grip. Cupcake cried out, and his knees /did/ give out on him that time, so Mr Charles grabbed him by the hair to keep him upright. That meant that now most of his body weight was on his abused balls, so he fought past the pain, trying to remember the very concept of language, of a system of symbols and sounds that stood for ideas, and eventually discovered enough to work with.

"Yes sir!" He begged, "I'm sorry, sir."
Mr Charles released him and he collapsed to the floor. His hands shot to his balls as the pain continued to pulsate from them all the way up to his abdominal muscles. He tried to control his breathing, but couldn't take very deep breaths with the corset, which, thankfully, kept him from hyperventilating.

"He's so polite, Jhonny." He heard Mr Charles say.

"He's well trained," he heard his master reply, "I hate to lose him."

"Have you picked out a new one, yet?" Mr Charles asked as the pain faded to a dull throbbing and Cupcake pushed himself shakily to his hands and knees.

"Yes. I mean... I think so. I don't know." His master sounded unsure, and Cupcake clung to his arm to pull himself upright. His master smiled down at him, then addressed Mr Charles again. "Let's get him set up so you can show me what you brought me here to show me."

Cupcake was still sore as they walked, but he didn't dare slow his pace. He wasn't surprized when they led him downstairs; it was where he had been hoping to go. He was a little surprized when they led him away from the playroom, and into a room full of screens. But there was a sybian set up that he assumed was for him, so he had no reason to question it. The dildo attached was one that he had used here before- and he loved it then as much as he did now. It had rows of little nubs that, once the device was activated, were perfect for massaging deep inside him- but felt especially good against his prostate.

"Let's get these clothes off, sweetheart," Charles suggested, and tugged his shirt up and over his head.  

Cupcake giggled at the attention, and was going to thank him, but his master nearly knocked him off his feet. He had tugged him backwards by the hair harder than Cupcake had expected, pulling it taunt so that he could work it into a high ponytail, so Cupcake held still and let him work- but he couldn't suppress the moan of pleasure.

"Don't rip those," his master said defensively, almost angrily, and Cupcake knew what he talking about, though he wouldn't move his head to check until his hair had been secured. Mr Charles was prone to just destroying clothes unless he was reminded- he was so eager. Cupcake thought it was cute, because he wasn't the one buying replacements.

"Right, right," Mr Charles sounded annoyed, but Cupcake knew it wouldn't last long. He had been friends with his master for years, since before he got Cupcake.

Cupcake stood on one leg to step out of his skirt and panties, then the other, and reached up to feel the smooth hair that had been pulled taunt, then the tail that fluffed out behind him. He really should have thought to do that at the house. It would have saved time.

It was a little cold in the underground room, and in only his boots, thigh-highs and corset, Cupcake shivered. He cuddled into his master's side for warmth, and the man chuckled deep in his chest.

"Don't worry, darling," he promised, "You'll warm up after you get started."

Cupcake nodded, and watched Mr Charles pour the lube over the dildo, then stepped forward as he took his hand. Cupcake straddled it and leaned forward to brace himself before he slowly lowered himself. The thing was not as long as his master, but it was a little thicker, and the nubs felt so good that he found himself slowing down, almost stopping, to grind on that sweet spot, just behind his balls, feeling each and every one make their way across.

"I promise you'll have time to play, Sweetheart," Mr Charles laughed, and put a hand on either of Cupcake's shoulders to shove him down the rest of the way. Cupcake shrieked as his sore balls hit the soft plastic, and leaned heavily on his arms to breath through the pain.

"You're fine," Mr Charles said dismissively, but his master came over and cradled him gently, pushing him upright and putting the weight on the dildo in his ass.

"There you go, darling," he smiled and bent down, "Let's get you strapped in. Such a good boy. He knows just what to do, look at him. God how I hate to-" 

"Lose him, I know," Mr Charles rolled his eyes as he tightened the strap on his side around Cupcake's thigh, "Fuck's sake, Jhon."

"Shut up, Charlie," his master said with real venom in his voice, and Cupcake wondered what had made him angry, and wanted to comfort him, so he reached out a hand to gently stroke his hair. His master took it, kissed the back of it, and tightened the strap around his other thigh.

"You don't even have to tell him to sit up straight," his master sighed wistfully, and brought Cupcake's hands to his back to tie them.

Cupcake moaned as Mr Charles pinched first one nipple, then the other, and pulled them as Cupcake tried to hold his ground. Mr Charles stretched them until they would go no further and slipped from his grasp. He giggled, and Cupcake bit his lower lip and leaned into his master.

"We'll need the weights for something else," his master explained, "but I wouldn't want you to feel neglected darling."

He leaned over from his position behind him, kissed him on his cheek, and Cupcake resisted the desire to jerk as he felt the pain clamp down around his nipple. A lot of masters got their pets pierced, but his master said that he just loved the look on Cupcake's face when they attacked the clamps too much to do that. If you got a pet pierced, it was much harder to attach the clamps, and his master didn't think it was pretty enough to make up for it. There was nothing you could do with rings or studs, after all, that you couldn't do with clip-ons. He didn't wince as his master attached the other, either, and leaned back as far as he could, to give him better access, as he tightened them.

"Thank you, master," he said as his master stood and moved in front of him.

He was confused by his next action. His master reached down, activated the fingerprint lock from his leather cock-cage, and began opening the straps, one by one. He removed everything, including the strip that ran along the shaft to hold it together, except for the ball stretcher- then looked into Cupcake's eyes and smiled.

"Charlie just got a new temp-boy," he explained. "I thought you may want to watch us snuff him out- you know, because of... your termination notice. We're going to turn all these monitors on- you can see him, but he can't see you. You just enjoy yourself, darling. For tonight, you may cum all you want."

He kissed him, deeply, and with great meaning, then pulled back and held out his hand for the remote Charlie offered him. He pushed a button, and the machine sprang to life.

Cupcake was in /heaven/.