Chapter 4

"Did you even bother to name this one?" John asked as he followed his friend into the 'playroom'.

"I only got him yesterday," Charlie shrugged, "I didn't really see a reason to. He's responding pretty well to anything you want to call him."

"You only got him yesterday?" John asked, a little shocked. "That's a quick turn-around, even for you."

"Well, I technically put in the order before that. I picked him up yesterday. You lied to your little pet," Charlie chuckled, "He's not exactly a temp boy. They know they aren't getting him back, and he's never been used before. He's supposed to be a real pet." He flicked a switch, and the room lit up. "It's a little pricey, but... you know how I love the ones who have never been fucked before. They have no frame of reference, no idea what it's supposed to feel like. He doesn't know what we're going to do to him."

He gestured towards a box standing against a wall. It looked a little like an upright coffin, or a wardrobe, wooden except for the very fleshy little cock that stood at attention, and the balls that dangled under it. Both had turned a pretty shade of red, and John suspected he knew what had happened. The boy had to be inside, probably bound, and Charlie had probably worked his genitals through the hole before he had applied something to them that made them engorged and sensitive. It would be fun trying to get them out again.

"How long has he been in there?" John asked.

"Oh," Charlie paused in thought for a minute before continuing, "Since I went to bed last night. I rubbed him down a few times with just whatever I had lying around- rock hard, nitro, some of that stuff I had gotten from the vet that I didn't use on the last one-"

"Jesus fucking Christ, it's a wonder it hasn't rotted off," John sighed, and knocked on the door of the box, "Bet he's getting pretty lonely."

"He can't hear you," Charlie explained, "He's listening to some pet meditations. I thought it might do /something/. No reason to waste all that time."

Charlie pulled the door open a crack, and John crowded around to see inside. After about an inch, there was the sound of a rope being pulled taunt, and the door caught. The pet screamed, muffled by the gag in his mouth, and Charlie realized the problem.

"Oh, right, his arms and ankles are tied to the back." He pushed the door a little harder and the boy screamed again.  

John shoved him out of the way to peek in through the small opening, and saw one of the boys he had been considering buying. Thankfully, it wasn't the one Cupcake had picked out, but he had been in the same class. In the small sliver of light, John could see his wide, innocent eyes staring up at him, and his pretty lips stretched around a gag, but not much else. He tried to pry the door open a little more, and the pet's body went rigid as he slammed his eyes shut and screamed around the gag again.

"Yeah he's stuck," John decided, and tilted his head to look at the boy's junk, engorged and discolored, sticking out of the hole. He had gotten so used to Cupcake, he hadn't realized how swollen they were for a new pet. It would be a chore getting it back in. "I'm taking the headphones out."

"I can shove it through," Charlie said as if it was only a minor inconvenience, but John didn't hear him over the pet's protest as he shoved the door open enough to get his hand inside.  

"Hey, sweetheart," John said to the pet once he was sure he could hear him, "We're going to get you out of here, alright? But to do that, we've got to get your dick out- so be a good boy and work with us. Pull back as hard as you can."

The pet nodded, and tried to say something, but John didn't understand him because of the gag.

"They should be pretty sensitive," Charlie had crouched to snicker at the boy's swollen nuts, "But look how small they still are. How did you do it with Cupcake?"

"Years of training," John shrugged, and tentatively touched the sack- the boy shrieked as if he was in horrible pain, and John could hear him breathing heavily.

"You didn't feed him, did you?" John asked. "If you fed him, he may throw up."

"I've not fed him since I got him," Charlie sounded insulted, then amended, "He's probably getting pretty thirsty, too." He stared at the boy's nuts and continued, "he can't be that big of a candy-ass." Before gently prodding them as he had watched John do. His attempt was rewarded with another scream.

"I mean," John fondled the nut Charlie wasn't poking, and heard the pet begin to cry, "feel how engorged they are. That's built up blood. They're about to pop. If he tears on his way through it's going to spray everywhere. You need to work up to this shit slowly, if you don't want to keep running through them so fast."

"He'll be fine," Charlie said dismissively, and knocked John's hand away, "I'm pretty sure if we can get his little nuts through the dick'll slide right out. Look how small it is." He flicked the tip to illustrate his point, and it sounded like the pet had hit his head against the wood inside the box.

John sighed and thought of the blood they would have to clean up, but Charlie didn't seem bothered at all as he playfully slapped the pet's dangling nutsack, and John heard him fall. The ropes around his arms must have caught him, because he didn't knock the door all the way open, but the small slant of light glistened against his wet eyes. John had to admit that he was pretty cute.

"When was he circumcised?" John asked, speaking loudly to be heard over the pet's wails as Charlie began to scrunch up his first nut to shove it through the tiny opening. It didn't want to fit, but Charlie was determined, and he certainly managed to get it inside the tight space, though he couldn't see to tell if it had come out the other side.

"Oh, I had it done when I ordered him, about a week ago," Charlie said conversationally, and John noticed that the pet was no longer making any noise.

"Well that explains why it's so swollen," he sighed, "honestly, if you want to keep one of these longer than a few days, you have to let that heal before you start rubbing things on it. You're lucky the medical glue didn't come apart."

"He's fine," Charlie shoved the other nut through, grabbed the boy's dick, and moved it as if he could see through the hole. When he found he couldn't, he held it straight out, reached for the door, and though he met some resistance, managed to yank it open.

The boy had apparently passed out, and was dangling by the rope attached to his arms, which had been bound behind his back. He slumped as far as he could when the door opened, since he no longer had it to lean against, and John noticed the place where his dick met his body had been rubbed raw.