“Pants up.”
Once he’s put together again, I draw my weapon and hold it on him while I check his work to make sure he can’t slip out of them.
He can’t.
“Good boys earn more rewards,” I say. I get him a chocolate bar and toss it to him. “Collar on or off, your choice. See you in the morning.”
I lock him in and go take a shower, where I end up jerking off again.
As I recover, I rest my head against the wall and breathe deeply. For the first time in too damned long, I’m actually…eager to do something that doesn’t involve my job.
And that night, despite having a prisoner in the next room, I sleep better than I have in a long damned time.
* * * *
The next morning, Eddie is wearing the collar when I open the door to give him his breakfast.
“Did you sleep with it on?”
He nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“Why?”
He blushes. “Because it felt good, Sir.”
“Good boy.”
I get a blowjob from him after lunch. He’s still wearing the collar at dinnertime, and I include two new items with his meal: a spoon, and a buttplug.
He stares at the buttplug for a moment, then up to me.
I smile. “Optional. Just like the collar. Put it in, take it out, or don’t. Totally your decision. If you put it in, and I open the door while you have it in, I want you to turn over and pull your sweats down so I can see it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” I don’t talk with him. I leave him alone to eat and think.
I return at eleven p.m. and, as I open the door, I spot him on his hands and knees, ass to the door, sweats down around his knees.
Buttplug in and collar on.
“Good boy! Can you wag your tail for me?” He shakes his ass a little, and it’s adorable. I laugh. “Good boy! Sit up.”
He does. I have him go through the manacle changeover and squirt lube into his palm before stepping into position. “Have fun, boy.”
He drains my balls and presses his face against my abs with my soft cock in his mouth as I scratch his head for him. “Do you like it when I do that?”
“Yeth, Thir,” he mumbles around my cock.
Remember, this is all without him seeing my face. He hears Carter’s voice and is lost in his memories, which is what I want.
I increase the pressure on the back of his head, not painfully firm, but showing him who’s in charge. “Good boysalwaysget rewards,” I softly say. “Goodpetsget rewarded even more. But I only want a willing pet.” I stroke his head and wait.
The deep, snuffling breath shakes his entire body and I ease my cock out of his mouth so he can look up at me. “May I please be Sir’s pet?”
I smile down at him. “I would be happy to have you as my pet.”
Chapter Thirteen
