Chapter 6 (I think? I've not written in a while, but I'm still going.)

After John had scrubbed the pet dry, he took a seat on one of the leather armchairs that lined the playroom and lit a cigarette. The pet smiled at him, and snuggled into Charlie as he put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Jhonny, why don't you let him sit on your dick?" He asked.

John took a long draw and replied, "Are you sure? Wouldn't you like to go first?"

"You're the guest," Charlie said as if it was really no trouble, and to the pet added, "Lean forward and open your mouth. My friend needs and ash tray."

The pet leaned forward onto the arm of the chair, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue. John ashed into it and the pet swallowed.

"Have you had anyone inside you?" John asked him.

"Yes!" The pet said happily, and momentarily let go of the arm rest to clasp his hands together in joy, "My master fucked me when he came to get me, at my coming-of-age ceremony! It was amazing! He even let me cum! Then, he told the headmaster he could fuck me too, if he wanted to- and he did! They both said I was really pretty and responsive! The headmaster said my master was going to love me!" He hugged Charlie and snuggled his little face into his chest. "Thank you so much for choosing me!"

"Prove to me that I made the right choice. Sit on my friend's dick." Charlie took him by the shoulders and turned him around to face John again. When the pet saw that his cherry had burned down considerably, he leaned forward again and opened his mouth to accept the ashes, then swallowed and smiled.

"Can I?" He asked John, "Please?"

"Sure, sweetheart," John said, and thought that he was pretty cute, after all. He undid his pants and pulled down the zipper just enough to allow his dick to spring free, but he stopped the pet before he could sit down.

"No, sweetheart," he explained, "You need lube." He looked at Charlie and added with a smirk, "and some coffee for your guests wouldn't hurt."

"Mr demanding over here," Charlie huffed, tossed a vile at him, and as he was leaving muttered, "You're lucky I like you."

John giggled, and handed the cigarette to the pet. "Hold that."

"Yes, sir!" The pet said chipperly, and turned to watch John lubing up his cock. He looked from John's erection down at his own, and noted the size difference, and thought about how much sense it made. He had never really thought about penetrating anyone, but he considered it and immediatly ruled it out. It just wouldn't make sense. What would make perfect sense was getting that delicious dick inside him by any means possible.

"I imagine you were bent over before," John said as he motioned for the boy to give him back his cigarette, which the pet did happily. John took another drag and the boy opened his mouth for the ashes, then swallowed them. "So you don't know how to do this."

"Um..." The pet blushed, "No, sir."

John took his last drag and ashed into the pet's mouth as Charlie came back downstairs carrying a tray laid out with a french press, cups, and an array of creams and sugars. John ground the butt of his cigarette into the shaft of the pet's cock, and the boy's hands shot to his shoulders as he nearly fell forward onto his lap. He screamed, and his dick twitched as John followed the movement to grind the butt completely out. The pet had dug his face into John's shoulder, and by the time he pulled away to admire the pretty burn, he was obviously crying.

John pulled him back with one hand and held up the butt with the other, and stared into those pretty, wet eyes.

"Swallow, sweetheart," he said, offering the butt to him. The pet opened his mouth, John placed it inside, and the pet swallowed.

"You should have done that once you were inside him," Charlie judged, "I could see him twitching from back here."

"You could?" The pet asked, interested. He had pulled back to look at the burn on his dick, which didn't feel like it had ended, and that intrigued him. He had never been burned before- he had assumed the pain would go away when Mr John moved the cigarette, but it didn't. It would linger, and be proof that Mr John had paid attention to him.

"Yes," Charlie explained, "It made you twitch- it probably would have felt marvelous around a cock."

"Oh," the pet said, a little disappointed that he hadn't been able to do that for anyone.

"Don't worry," John cooed, "I'm sure you'll twitch more before the night is out. Now, turn around, use both hands to spread your ass as wide as you can, and I'll guide you."

"Thanks!" The pet said excitedly as he obeyed, "I love having cocks inside me!"

"All you little sluts do," Charlie explained as he poured the first cup of coffee, "But not all of you get to experience it."

"I know," the pet gasped as the head of John's cock pushed past his sphincter. He wasn't used to it yet, and his own dick twitched at the sensation. It stretched him open, and he loved the feeling. "I feel so bad for them... but I'm happy for me!" He giggled, but it turned into a moan as John pushed past the second tight muscle, and his head was wedged firmly inside. When he was sure the pet wasn't going anywhere, he let go of his dick and held him by the hips.

"Now, you pretty little thing, just sit down. Get as full as you want like a good little slut, alright?"

"Thank you, sir!" The pet reached one arm back and cuddled into him, then tried to sit, as if he was sitting in a chair. When he didn't budge very far, he huffed.

"It's not working!" He leaned back and took his feet off the ground, but still he didn't slide all the way to the base. He let out a frustrated moan and put his hands over John's on his waist. "Why isn't it working?"

"It's working," John promised him, "We just didn't stretch you out so you're... so tight..."

"But I want it all!" The pet whined.

"You'll get there," John giggled as the pet continued to struggle, "Don't rush it. Relax."

"Johnny, just buck up into him, you're torturing him," Charlie teased, and sipped his coffee.

"He's cute when he's tortured," John laughed at the tears of frustration that leaked from the pet's eyes and the adorable sound he made. "But you're right." His grip on the boy's waist tightened, and he shoved him down. The pet had made it about halfway on his own, and he appreciated the help more than John could see. His face lit up in ecstasy- he had felt like that before, yesterday, at his coming-of-age, like he was finally in the state he was /supposed/ to be in, that he was where he was /supposed/ to be. He almost felt like he was floating. John was amazed he hadn't ripped, and put one hand on his chest to lean them both back into the chair.

"Keeps your legs spread as wide as you can," John told him, and the pet threw them over the arms of the chair, then John helped him spread them even wider. The pet felt the stretch in his thighs, but couldn't keep his eyes open. He was in heaven.

"Put all your weight on my dick," John instructed, and the pet leaned back a little more, but there was nowhere else to go- John was completely inside him. "How does that feel?"

"I love it!" The pet purred, "Thank you sir!"

He arched at the pain in his chest, and opened his eyes to see Charlie standing in front of them. He had reached out and twisted one of the pet's nipples so hard it sent a shot through him, and he felt himself twitch around John's dick. That must have been what they were talking about! That was how he could make Mr John feel good!  

Charlie did the same thing to the other nipple while John sipped his coffee. After a few seconds, he huffed and said, "He isn't very sensitive."

"No," John agreed, and spread one hand over the pet's stomach as Charlie pinched his nipples, then pulled them as far as they would go. The pet dug his nails into the armchair and moaned.

"Say," John asked, "Are you going to put anything on his nuts? You know how bad they are to retreat. He needs a stretcher or a humbler or something."

"In a second," Charlie said dismissively, "I'm trying to figure out if I want to pierce these or just clip them. Hell... maybe I should just cut them off."

"Do you have any clamps?" John asked, and thought that the pet's nipple's didn't stretch nearly as far as Cupcake's before they sprang back to his bruised chest, "Maybe with teeth? That's the best of both worlds."

"Oh, what a good idea," Charlie laughed. He flicked one of the boy's sore nipples, and he was gone.

"What's a clamp?" The pet asked, letting the pain fade to a dull throb.

"Something just for you," John reached between the boy's spread legs and tugged his sore nutsack out and away from his body. When he saw the pet's leg's twitch, he reminded him, "Keep your legs open. Just let it move through you."

The pet couldn't think through the pain to answer, but he managed to fight the impulse to close his legs as tears began to leak through his eyes.

"They're very swollen," John commented, "But still unfortunately small. And not very sensitive. But you're cute enough." He tugged the sack forward again, almost as Charlie had done with his nipples, and the pet was afraid he would pass out from the pain- or worse! That John would rip off his nuts. A pet's balls were very important to him- his dick didn't really matter, but life wouldn't be worth living if he were castrated. Masters loved to play with balls- they were the most sensitive part of a pet, and the bigger and more sensitive the better. If he lost his balls, he would beg them to kill him.

"Please!" He begged when he found his voice, "Please sir, don't take my nuts off!"

"Shss," John giggled, "Honey you're fine. I'm not pulling nearly hard enough to take them off. Charlie!" He called, "He thinks I'm going to pull his nuts off! Isn't that cute!?" He squeezed the sack to accentuate his point, and the pet's world swam. He slumped against John's back and tried to remember how to breath, but he hadn't taken his hand away. In fact, he had set down his coffee, and as soon as he released his grip, before the pet had time to breath, he flicked one nut with each hand, and the pet lurched forward to physically spread his knees with his hands. He had almost closed them, had come so close to disobeying.

"Wow," he said in amazement once he got his breath back, "that really hurt. I didn't think it would... I thought the squeezing and twisting would hurt more." He was going to ask if they had gotten any bigger, but John cut him off.

"What hurt?" He asked, "This?" He flicked the boy's dangling nuts again, and the pet nearly fell off the chair as the pain rocked him.

After a few seconds of hyperventilating and dry heaving, he realized Charlie was laughing at him.

"Yes," the pet took a deep breath and tried to will his voice to stop shaking, "Yes, sir. I thought it would hurt worse to squeeze or pull. But that /really/ hurt!"

"Do you like it?" John asked, and the pet seemed confused.

Finally, he said, "I like it when you play with me! Does it make me twitch around you when I hurt?"

"Yes," John giggled, and slowly tugged the pet's balls away from his body, then twisted them, and watched the boy's dick twitch, and the way he pressed against his knees with his hands to keep them open, "and it's adorable. Besides, this will make them bigger."

The pet cried out, and John used his free hand to stroke his face.

"Listen, sweetheart. You make all the noise you want. You can cry, you can scream, you can beg- you can ask for anything. It won't always happen, but you can ask."

The pet nodded, and broke into sobs.

"Here, let go," Charlie pushed the pet backwards until he was leaning on John's chest, but the boy couldn't see him through his tears. John released his nutsack, and watched it try to bounce back to position- it was definately bruised and even more swollen- the red was seeded with the patches of black and blue that were beginning to form.

"Thank you," the pet said, and thought about leaning forward to see how pretty his balls had gotten, but his master was playing with his nipples again. This time it didn't hurt at all, he was rolling them around, pinching them, flicking them, and the sensation made him grind down against John's cock.

John fumbled a hand around the coffee table and opened a drawer, but stopped himself at the sound of Charlie's voice.

"I don't know if I'd take more, Johnny. I laced your coffee!"

"And you weren't going to tell me!?" John asked in annoyance- but this was exactly the kind of prank his friend would play. It was harmless, one could argue helpful- he did, after all, want to keep the erection as long as he could. He didn't want to fuck the pet just yet- he wanted to feel him squirm.

"Those are so pretty!" The pet said, looking at the nipple clamps Charlie held, "I love the bells! Are they for me?"

"Do you think you can be a good boy?" Charlie asked.

"I'm trying, master!" The pet promised, and giggled when Charlie flicked one of his nipples back to hardness. 

He pried the first clamp open, but the pet didn't see it- his eyes were closed, and he was moaning. Charlie considered that he may have been wrong about his sensitivity. These clamps were sharp and industrial- heavy, sturdy metal filed to sharp points, and as the first one closed around the boy's nipple, he screamed, and tried to jerk away, but John held him, and there was nowhere to go.

"It hurts!" He said, and balled his little hands into fists as John held his wrists. The bell on the clamp jingled as he breathed, and he added, "But it's so pretty! It /keeps/ hurting! Will I... will I get used to it?"

"I hope not," Charlie explained as he played with the other nipple, tugged it into shape, "You're so much cuter when you're in pain."

"I am?" The pet asked, and thought that since that was true, he should wear them all the time. He didn't jerk nearly so much the second time, but he did cry out again, and John definitely felt him tighten again, trying his best to milk his cock.

The pet took a breath through his teeth and tried to will himself to get used to the cutting pain, to the weight on his chest. Charlie flicked the clamps, and when they bounced, a shot of pain flew through the boy in time with the jingling of his collar- he tried to sit up, and John hummed as the momentum of the motion slid him up and down his cock.

"Do you like those?" Charlie asked.

"Am I cute?" The pet asked, and John giggled.

"They look adorable, and they make you do the most fun things," John explained. He tugged one clamp- and the pet was sure it was going to cut his nipple off- but then John released it and it bounced back into place with the weight of the metal and the tinkling of the bell.

When the pet could breath again, he answered, "Then I love it! Thank you, master! Thank you, sir!"