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WHO Felix Bakar (

ambibionic) and Will Vega, Junior Edition (

androit)
WHAT human pets are a thing. An illegal, looked down up thing, but it does happen. Because Felix has one.
WHEN whenever
WHERE Felix's home
WHY because we're awful.

It was nice to come home and destress from whatever the day had brought to Felix's life. Juggling two jobs, one of a professional dancer that was in high demand and the other a professional hitman that was also in high demand, was far too stressful and was giving the twenty-something year old Felix some premature grey hairs. Not that his appearance was top of his list right now. Dropping off his work bags downstairs, Felix headed up to his bedroom and changed out of the day's clothes into soft pajama pants before heading to his walk in closet and opening the door.

"It's time for you to get to work," he said easily enough as he looked at the person at the back of the closet, not moving to get close to him. Felix knew that his pet was trained enough to follow directions and that he didn't need to assist. Moving away from the doorway and over to the bed, he flopped down onto it and sprawled as he turned his head in the direction of the closet. "Don't take too long, I'm feeling impatient tonight."

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Time didn't really exist for him. It hadn't for quite a long while. He'd aged and grown and learned but it all seemed to be in a sort of vacuum where night and day happened at their own whimsy and Junior was no long a part of their secret cycles. He didn't even know how old he was now although he did figure he was well past the legal adult age. Had to be. Not that it really stopped a lot of things either way.

When his new owner opened the door, he squinted up into the light from his dark place on the bed that had been given to him. It was all his own and precious and comfortable, fluffy and obviously built for a dog that was sturdier and heavier than him so it would hopefully last a while. He still didn't have enough of a bead on his new owner to decide if it would be replaced upon necessity or was more of a housewarming gift. His Master had given them all a few communal bedthings to share among them and for a long time, Junior had gotten best pick for being smallest and one of the favorites; that didn't mean he always took it. He wasn't a free spirit so much as he was someone who looked outside himself more than he ever dared to look inward anymore, even if he still took too long to think about things sometimes.

Like now, for instance. His owner had left the door open and obviously meant for Junior to follow. It only took a moment once he snapped out of his thoughts, disrobing himself before he left and folding the clothes before setting them aside as he had been taught, because the clothes were for any time but play or use. Protective in their own way. Now he didn't need them.

He came up alongside the bed, lowering himself to his knees and looking sideways toward his owner's stretched out body. He didn't have any explicit instructions yet, and so he waited patiently to be told what his work was right now.

Felix took a moment to watch as his pet exited the closet without clothes on. He really was quite stunning, pale skin alongside fluffy dark hair. It was definitely luck that allowed Felix to buy this pet because he really was a catch. Sitting up, Felix moved to the edge of the bed and spread his legs apart, touching himself through the fabric to get himself ready for what he wanted to do with his pet for the rest of the evening. He didn't order him immediately to do something, instead just watching his pet with interest while he touched himself, could feel his body starting to stir with interest.

"Get down between my legs, pet. You're going to use that pretty little mouth of yours on me first," he said calmly as he moved his hand and beckoned to his pet gently. Felix knew how most people treated their pets and while Felix didn't quite see him as a full person, he still thought that some kindness and appreciation was needed in this situation.

Anything that was treated poorly wasn't going to want to return to a poor situation. It was just instinct. Even though pets were oftentimes trained to work through unpleasant situations, it didn't mean they would be endeared to it or enthusiastic. His owner's gentle, firm touch in handling him was just right and Junior had yet to find a reason to resist or be unhappy. He was fair and active, used Junior instead of keeping him locked up for show, and seemed to at least care if his pet was afraid of him or not.

He shifted and crawled down the length of the bed to where his owner had settled, kneeling between his legs and watching those hands with interest. He definitely approved of the choice of activity for the evening, his own interest peaking to the surface as he waited for the chance to do as he was told. His mouth was a sensitive part of the body and having something just to suck on and toy with while filling part of himself usually empty set of calming sparks and ripples in his head. It made him especially good at this, too.

Briefly, he looked up to his owner who was looking at him, and found himself holding the gaze with bated breath. Not really the best of behaviors but there was something to be said about how attractive his owner was. The cherry on the sundae to top all of it off. He couldn't remember much of his thoughts on subjects like these from before, from when he was Will and Junior and a person, but he liked to think that this attraction he felt now would have been the same back then, too. Natural and all his, wanting to claim this belonging as something that felt wholly and entirely.

It was one thing to own a pet and it was another to be abusive to something you owned and had to care for. Felix wasn't the sort to be violent unless he needed to, knowing that there were other ways to make things happen outside of anger. Kindness and attentiveness went further than anger and violence did, especially when it comes to pets. Growing up among assassins and hanging out with the lowest of the low meant that Felix saw a lot of abuse to people and animals both and he saw how they reacted, how some would snap and kill their abusers or even just let their abusers go too far and kill them. It wasn't something Felix wasn't to do to his pet and he wasn't going to.

Despite the fact that he had claimed impatience earlier, Felix wasn't hurrying to to take off his pants and push himself onto his pet. No, once his pet looked up at him, Felix slid his hand down into his pants and started to play with himself as he kept his gaze on his beautiful pet. Reaching out with his free hand, he grabbed his pet's hair and pulled him towards his pants, pulling his other hand out so he could press his face against the fabric.

"Go on then, get to work. I know you like using your mouth on me, so do it already," Felix said easily enough, not sounding too firm despite giving him an order. It was said lazily, surprisingly, like it didn't really matter whether his pet went through with it or not. "And I do enjoy you doing good work on me."

There was a soundless gasp for the movement of being pressed so close. He was quiet by nature, even moreso by training, and he wasn't about to break that for the sake of simple surprise. He had gone through much more and far worse before crying uncle. Not literally, of course. That wasn't the sort of thing he did even when he was making noise. No, right now, he was quiet as a mouse, eyes shifting from his owner's face down to where he had been pressed. He licked his lips and took a breath, bracing his hands on the bed around his owner's knees, then leaned forward without shifting his angle at all and started to work at the button and zipper with only his mouth.

It was a trick, if one could call it that, he had learned quickly. His Master had found it impressive, interesting, something to show off and be proud of having such a clever and talented pet that he had obviously taught so well. This one was all him, though, impatience mixed with a need to please. He worked his tongue at the button, edges of his lips and teeth holding the material steady before he worked the zipped and pulled it down. He paused in his motions for a moment to nuzzle at his owner's crotch, mouth at the fabric, hoping to work him up just a bit more to help him out and maybe get him to do more with that hand in his hair.

He made a pleased hum at what his pet was doing, opening his pants with his mouth. It was a nice trick, a sign that his pet really was quite clever and was going to need an eye kept on him. Felix knew how clever pets could be if bored and he was going to have to make sure he couldn't act out because of boredom, though tonight really wasn't going to be a problem since Felix was going to use him until exhaustion.

Gripping his hair a little tighter at the attention, Felix used his other hand to pull his cock out of his pants and underwear before rubbing it against his pet's face. "Told you I was impatient tonight, pet. I want your mouth on me now or you won't get anything to play with tonight and I've noticed that you like having something in your mouth to play with."

With his sense of time so thoroughly skewed, boredom would end up a rather big thing soon enough. It was hard to know what was going on or how long you were in the dark and deprived when there was nothing to focus on, and having nothing to focus on for an indistinct amount of time made for severe restlessness. Thankfully it hadn't gotten to that yet, and his owner was definitely doing well enough in keeping him periodically distracted so far.

Eyes widening for the command, it wasn't difficult at all for him to obey. Tonight was not the time for teasing or playfulness, it seemed. He waited for the moment when his owner stilled and tilted his head in order to take his owner's into his mouth and lick down the whole way until it was at a comfortable fit. Thankfully, he wasn't dealing with anything monstrous but it was still a bit of a stretch to take his owner in fully, and he only stayed that was for a moment before starting to lift his head up and down while sucking all along the length as he went. Licking, twisting, just working him up with the touch of someone who liked what they were doing and did it well in response.

Felix couldn't help but let out a low groan when his pet finally took him into his mouth, both hands moving to grab his hair and start to massage roughly at the scalp. He was sure the things his pet could do with his mouth were illegal, but he loved it all the same, which was why he usually started the fun with a quick blowjob. Besides, it was amazing to watch his pet go down on him and seem to take some enjoyment from the act, that he had this former person who would do anything Felix wanted of him and then some.

"Yeah, that's more like it," he murmured in a pleasant tone, definitely enjoying this. One hand left his pet's hair to slide down to his mouth, running a finger along the lips stretched around his cock. It definitely was intoxicating to feel that, the warmth of his pet's mouth and and the cool metal of his cybernetics so close to such sensitive skin. "I'm going to make sure you show your worth to me tonight. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be aching and craving more."

There was a brief choke of air at the rough hands in his hair, something that only added to what he was already doing. Having any attention paid to him at all was lovely, a good sign when all he had been told to do was pleasure his owner rather than any indication that Junior would be pleasured too. Of course, not to the same extent, but any kind of care was good and he cherished it. How could he not? It would be well within his owners rights to leave him in the dark for ages at a time and get off on the power of that alone; that he wanted to use and even praise him for a job well done was nothing to scoff at.

His lips twitched and tightened and he held back the moan wanting to break free. He settled instead for curling his lips inward to lick outside of them, along the edge of the finger caressing his mouth while he worked. It was only a short moment, barely anything in the scheme of things, before he got back to what he was doing. It was a small feat of pride that made him do this with only his mouth and no aid from his hands. He was more than capable of that alone. A thrill went down his spine for the promise and he pushed deeper, tilting and angling enough to lick at the edges of his owner's balls and tease as much as play. If he was going to be left wanting more, then he looked forward to it. Maybe... maybe with such a kind owner, he'd even be allowed to have it sometime.

There was no way that Felix was just going to leave his pet locked up and not use him, especially not after all the money he paid to buy him. He was going to use him to his full extent and that meant pulling him out on a near daily basis to use him as his toy and do whatever he wished of him. Besides, his pet was far too well trained to keep locked up and not do anything with. It was a waste of his training and talent to leave him locked up somewhere not being used.

While he couldn't feel his pet's tongue on his finger itself, he could feel the change of motion elsewhere and let out a appreciative moan. Most of his attention was focused merely on what his pet was doing to him, making soft noises while he worked and doing his best to make sure that he wasn't thrusting into his mouth and causing him pain since he wanted this to last a while. Speaking of, Felix gave his hair a slight tug, wanting his pet's attention. "Get up here, sit on my lap. You do much more of this and I'll shoot off into your mouth and I don't want this to end quite yet," he said, his voice wavering while his breath was coming out in slight pants.

When his hair was tugged, Junior paused immediately. It was a sign rather than just a motion to go with what he was doing; his owner was far too controlled for that. It was something else he admired, how much power he had over himself before spreading that power to his surroundings. It was like a guiding hand, safety, a promise that his owner would not lose himself to whatever was happening and accidentally harm either of them. Pulling away at the command, he licked his lips several times over, slow and probing and just feeling them out while he listened.

He wasn't unaffected himself, either. As he shifted up onto his feet and moved to straddle his owner's legs, his dick was more than a little attentive although not quite to hardness itself. He kept his hands to himself for now, placed them flat along his thighs, and caught his breath for all that he had been holding it to better work on the task he had been given. Did he want to be ridden, or perhaps to play with his toy more to work him up and enjoy the game? It wasn't really his place to guess, so he merely waited and tried to remain attentive.

Control was the main thing Felix prided himself on. Growing up as both an assassin and a dancer had instilled in him a need to control both himself and his surroundings to an almost perfectionist level. It also helped Felix with the fact that he could own a human pet without issue, having someone that he could control completely without any sort of backfire from said pet. It was nice and helped relax him in the rest of his life, though he'd never let his pet know just how important he was to Felix at this point, even so early in their time with each other.

Felix watched his pet with interested and noticed his state, so when he finally settled onto Felix's lap, Felix wrapped one hand around his pet's cock and started stroking it, slow and gentle as he watched him. "Well, this won't do at all," he said in an amused tone of voice, leaning in to give him a brief kiss while his hand still worked. "For what I want, you need to be nice and hard for me. You'll do that for me, won't you, pet?"

Not even waiting for a response, Felix took his free hand to grab the back of his head, pulling him into a rough and controlling kiss, Felix moaning softly into his pet's mouth while doing so. He said he was going to make him show him the money he spent on him was worth it, even knew Felix already knew he was. That didn't mean he couldn't have his fun, claiming to make him prove it each time he wanted more than what he usually did.

It was a surprise when his owner took him in hand and started to stroke. His body reacted, sensitive skin being stimulated, but the cold of the hard, metal hands made it difficult for him to totally get worked up. He let a small gasp out at being kissed, his breath momentarily startled away. That his owner needed him hard for whatever he had planned told him he would be left with desire all night, possibly following him into his dreams, and yet he welcomed it. The attention and the feeling was more than enough to make him happy even if nothing was truly able to come of it.

That was, at least, if he could get his body to agree. Cybernetics weren't the best for drumming up physical interest, at least not when it came to his dick, and he kissed back just as much as he was being kissed to try and make up for it, using how into the activity to try and overcome his lack of acceptable reaction further down. His hands tightened on his thighs momentarily before he shifted them to cup around the hand working on him, careful not to touch himself while he did so. That wasn't allowed unless his owner said it was allowed. He still had to do something if he was to please his owner as best he could.

Felix knows quite well that his cybernetics would give the opposite reaction of what he wanted, but it didn't stop him. No, what he wanted was to see if his pet would speak up finally, tell him that he can't be turned on with his cybernetic hands, though if past times with his pet was any indication, he'd work on through it without making a peep, which is something Felix was going to fix this time around. By the time he's done with him tonight, he's definitely going to be nice and vocal for him.

As his pet kept up with him with the kiss, Felix deepened it, becoming more forceful, rougher, doing his best to steal his breath away as much as possible. His hand stroked his cock at a decent pace and Felix noticed what his pet was doing and couldn't help but be amused. So he truly was going to try pushing through the discomfort of a cold, metal hand around the sensitive flesh that was his cock. Smirking into the kiss, he broke away so that they could breathe. "Do you like when I give you attention like this, pet? I'll be giving you more once you're ready because I'm going to ride your dick and maybe even allowing you the honor of coming inside of me. What do you think of that?"

Talking had never really been something expected of Junior. No, his own natural reticence combined with his Master's proclivities meant that if he did make sound, it was only allowed to be forced out of him. Even small utterances had to be betrayals of his own discipline brought on by his Master's hand and whim. While he knew perfectly well how to talk and communicate to certain degrees, it just wasn't something he often used. He panted, a bit frustrated at his inability to really overcome what his owner obviously wanted him to defeat, and tried to simply press himself further into the kiss.

His breath was easily taken, although he tried to widen his motions and presses to steal air and make it easier for him to last. When his owner finally pulled away, he was a bit dazed, a tense air about him as he sat on the edge of arousal and unable to truly get into it with the metal touches treating him so kindly that felt so clinical and dead. That promise was more than he could have possibly expected and he felt his eyes lighting up, body stirring to the mental image and promise of the reward, and he nodded appreciatively, moving in to kiss at the edge of his lips and his jaw and down to his neck to show his enthusiasm for such an honor and a pleasure being given.

The enthusiastic response to his words made him smile slightly, a wicked little thing that showed that this was only the beginning of what he planned to do to his pet. Hand moving off his cock, it slid over to grab his hip while his other hand held his hair, keeping his head close so that his pet would kiss his neck and not stop until otherwise told. That would keep his pet distracted and might help him along more than his attempts at getting him hard did. He knew the idea of what might happen next would definitely help him along.

"Mmm, I don't know how you were trained, but it seems like I have to retrain you a little bit, dear pet," he hummed gently, the hand in his hair going from holding to gently petting, making sure his pet knew that he wasn't actually in trouble for anything. If anything, Felix blamed the man he had bought his pet off of, who had trained him in this specific way and didn't think about future owners. "I don't know what you're previous owner was thinking, but this constant silence needs to stop now. I want to hear every noise, have you respond to my questions, everything. Since I wasn't told you were mute, I expect you to follow that. Do you understand?"

Being pressed to his neck did indeed give him something to focus on, and he continued to kiss, suck and lick at the skin there as his owner seemed to want. It was easy and keeping his mouth occupied helped settle him, too. When his owner shifted his hand onto his hip instead, he worried briefly that the plan was changing because of his inability to push through. His gut churned but he didn't stop, undaunted by the lack of reward for the lack of something to be rewarded for.

His actions slowed and his body stiffened at the veiled censure, but the reassuring actions and tone kept him from letting his mind wander to what it meant. He had been doing everything he could right, and then—oh. It was his voice. His owner wanted Junior's feedback? To hear and to respond and react. He bought himself some time by kissing at his neck more, gently, while he ran a few light, clearing coughs through his throat. It had been a while since he'd used his vocal chords. "Yes," he said quietly, pulling away enough to still be heard. It was rusty and a bit shaky, not totally a word so much as a noise that he tried to shape, but hopefully he would be able to work past it. "I understand."

That was what he was looking for. Making soft little noises at the attention to his neck, he almost missed hearing his pet speak to him for the first time, but he didn't and he took the noise in. His pet's voice was deeper than expected, but it was nice, definitely something he wanted to hear crying out and begging him for everything he was willing to give. Which Felix was definitely going to make happen tonight, help get the rust out of his vocal chords so he wouldn't have any problems speaking to him and vocalizing in the future.

"That's much better. And what a lovely voice you have. Whoever told you to not use it should be ashamed because I bet your moans are absolutely exquisite," he said before pushing his pet's head back and attacking his neck in a rougher manner than what he was doing to Felix just moments again. Kisses, licks, sucking, biting, all rough and marking and dominating like Felix loved to be, loved to show his control over his pet, the one person who had no control of his own.

His owner's noises told him he was doing it correctly, encouraging him on further and making his body react just to the pleasure he was doling out rather than receiving. That was something his body hadn't had trouble learning, his already high need to please and be approved of lending to the tasks placed to him. He continued as he could until his head was drawn away by the hand in his hair. While he had been getting into it, there wasn't much room for complaint or comment as his owner not only praised the voice he hardly used but started to lavish attention on him instead.

It was demanding and rough and just how Junior liked it, almost not enough, and several times he had to remind himself not to hold back the sounds anymore. He breathed rough and let the little noises come while he slouched forward against his owner, hands now resting on the other's hips loose and aimless, eyes rolling to go with the moans breaking free. Barely-formed words mixed into it all, pleas and begs hardly more than the pants and grunts amidst all of the attention. Please, more, more. Hngh. Please.

At that point in time, all he wanted to do was force his pet to make some noise, moving from his neck to his shoulder and sinking in his teeth hard enough to draw blood and leave a mark for him to gaze upon later. This was better than the silence he dealt with previously, wanting to hear his pet enjoy this and be eager for more like his body usually told him was the case.

Pulling back, he gazed at the figure on his lap, knowing he was lucky to get himself such a wonderful pet. Then something dawned on him. He hadn't named him. The person who owned him previously had called him Junior, but Felix had tossed that name aside, not liking how it didn't match his pet.

"I knew I was forgetting something," he murmured gently as his hand pressed against his pet's chest. "You need a name. Something that fits you and that I've given you, that marks you as mine." The hand trailed down his chest to rest close to his cock, the metal not touching the overly sensitive flesh. "Ghost. I think I'll call you Ghost. What do you think of that name?"

His first reaction was to clam up again the more intense it got. It was one he had to keep fighting right in the middle of all this attention, breaking some of his focus for the sake of what his owner wanted from him. His reaction to the bite ended up delayed, a held breath finally breaking free with a whimpering keen of pain and pleasure working together. Anything his owner gave him was good; this itself was amazing. Being hurt, knowing it was completely outside his own control, used and pulled apart like a toy... He needed it.

Eyes hooded and watching his owner lazily now that he was starting to fall into the groove, he licked his lips and started to belatedly hum. There was still sensation of the kisses, the sucking, the bites lingering in his skin and he wanted to feel all of it for longer. He turned his gaze downward to follow the hand, hummed a bit more, then looked up again at the suggestion. "I think... it's perfect," he said, voice still a bit raw and quiet and unused but honest, as well. Anything his owner chose would have been acceptable but this one had thought put into it, and even he could see that. "Ghost."

"Then you're Ghost. I'll get a tag for your collar that says your name." Moving his hands once more, they grabbed his hair and pulled him down into a rough kiss, Felix's hips bucking up in response to how much he wanted to use him now like he was some toy instead of a person. Not that he was a person anymore, what with the training and loss of what he was before and now the new name that didn't belong to a human being. Letting go of his hair, Felix gave him a parting bite on his lower lip and smirked.

"Go be a good boy and go grab a bottle of lube and bring it back to me so I can prep you properly," he said as he watched him, wanting nothing more than to just push his cock into him now and fuck him senselessly, but he didn't want to injure his pet, risk doing some kind of permanent damage to him. No, he'll take care of him and make sure he's properly prepared for what he has planned.

That was a promise. Something that indicated intent for longevity and care for appearance, even if it was just going to be the two of them. Nothing his owner had done already gave him ideas otherwise, yet the continuation of it simply wouldn't stop amazing him. Not for a long while. His Master had been fair, but not nice. This was... very different, very welcome, sort of confusing. It was better when he was pulled closer, being used again in a way that he could respond, legs tightening around his owner in agreement. Whatever his owner wanted done, he would do it. That any attention would be paid more to him was practically an intoxicating incentive even if nothing came of it.

At the order, he nodded, caught himself, said, "Yes, Sir," and lifted himself up and off the bed to retrieve what they needed from the bedside table. There were other things there, of course, but he didn't have the urge to snoop when he wasn't given a reason to be on the lookout for anything potentially dangerous or worrying (not that much would even count as that to someone as broken-in as him). He returned with the lube, standing at the edge of the bed until his owner could give indication of how he wanted Junior now that they were prepping for something else.

Felix watched him with detached interest as he walked over. He was absolutely beautiful and he really did enjoy just watching Ghost move around, totally content with the fact that he had spent far too much money for a pet he originally didn't have any interest in buying. When he came back over, Felix stood and took the bottle from his pet before slapping him lightly on his ass.

"I want you on the bed, on your knees and elbows, so I can prepare you properly," he said as he took the cap off the bottle, dipping the tip of his metal finger into the sticky substance and reaching out to slide said finger down Ghost's back. "You want me in you, don't you, my dear Ghost? Tell me how much you like being filled up by me or whatever I decide to put into you."

He was already moving to climb into the bed in response to the order when the hand moved down his spine and he shuddered. Cold, sticky liquid mixing with the cold of his owner's hand made for a sensation he wasn't used to and he reacted as openly about it as possible. Not bad at all, just on the right end of discomfort. Once on the bed, he positioned himself as asked, raising his ass higher in the air than his head without overdoing it in an attempt to read what his owner wanted of him.

Breathing hard for a moment, he worked his lips and his throat before bowing his head and speaking. "It's... it's so good," he said, the vocabulary of someone who hadn't had to choose his own words in quite a while. The emotion behind them was no less honest. "It makes me so happy, I need it whenever you give it to me. Anything. A-anything you give me. Makes me just right."

Watching him respond and listening to him speak was definitely a rush. He was controlling another person so thoroughly that even if Ghost hadn't sucked on his dick earlier, he would still be hard right now. Controlling his pet was such a major turn on and he loved making him do whatever he wants whenever possible.

"I'm going to fill you up right now and you're going to tell me how it feels." As he spoke, Felix moved behind him and spread him open, sliding the bottle's mouth into him and holding it up so gravity could do the work for him, the lube pouring into him and Felix having no plans to pull the bottle out until it's completely empty.

It was a pleasurable experience for him, too. Being put in his place and taken control of until there was nothing of his own will left, just what his owner wanted and all he had to do was follow the orders as best as he possibly could. There was just his actions and his owner's pleasure in response, his body a vessel for whatever was wanted of him.

He swallowed back a choked sound when the bottle entered him and started to pour in. It was cold and sloshing, just enough viscosity to have some sort of weight to it and he felt his stomach muscles tighten, his legs twitch and had to keep his whole body from squirming under the foreign and strange sensation. There were panted sounds of taking it all in, no attempt to move away save for his body's natural reactions that he tried to stem. It felt full in a way he had never really gone through before, like there was too much room to move around despite that there couldn't possibly be any more open space inside him. "It's... uh, it's..." He couldn't find the words however, distress to go with the feeling of content warring unfamiliarity. He made a slight keening sound, hands closing into fists in the sheets. Desperately, he reached for a word. "Different."

He loved the struggle that was starting to happen, Ghost trying to deal with the strangeness of the feeling while the fullness made him feel good. It was obvious nobody had done anything quite like this to him and Felix couldn't help but feel pleased that he was the first person to do this to him. This was something he'd have to do again, but first he was going to see about how much he could put into Junior before it started leaking out of him.

"But you like it. You want more, don't you? I'm going to fill you up so much that you're going to feel like you're going to burst." He moved away from Ghost after making sure the bottle wouldn't come loose and he grabbed more bottles of lube, these ones bigger than the one already filling him up, alongside a buttplug he was going to use to keep it all inside him. Walking back over with the additional items, he showed the bottles to Ghost, as if to let him know how much he expected of him. "What do you think? Do you think you can hold all of that inside of you?"

Seeing those bottles, he couldn't quite imagine putting so much more inside him as the first bottle continued to trickle and slip inside. It already felt like a lot, all of his insides coated and filled up but his owner wanted it and wanted Junior to take it, so he would. As much as he could hold until he really did burst from having so much inside of him. It wouldn't matter, because he would be doing what was wanted of him and he would be happy just for that.

"Yes," he said, eyeing the bottle and beginning to really imagine it. Filled up so full that he would be practically solid no matter that it was sticky, slippery lube. There would be so much and he would hold it in, keep it in him to the best of his ability, just to make his owner happy. Emboldened, he said, "I'll take all of it."

"I know you will," he said affectionately as he waited for the current bottle to finish draining into him. He liked making a mess of his pet, covering him in come and lube to show he fully owned him, so this was definitely something he was going to have fun watching once he was done with him, keep him from cleaning himself up so everything would cover him in a sticky, satisfied mess. "Even if you can't hold it, you're going to try."

Once this bottle was empty, Felix carefully removed it and replaced it with the next one, not doing anything to help empty it faster. He wanted it to be a slow torture of pleasure and strangeness for Ghost, something that would drive him insane and want everything from Felix that much more desperately. "Maybe once you're full I'll fuck you and fill you up even more with my come, plug your hole up so nothing can come out long after I'm done with you for the night."

Absolutely right he was going to try. There was nothing he wanted more right now than to take this in to prove that he could no matter how utterly confusing it felt. His body wasn't sure what to do with it but he still loved it, that feeling slowly working to make him whole and full and right. He licked his lips several times, putting his head closer to the mattress while raising his backside to help it drain in more. It was a slow and near-painful process in the sense of anticipation, wanting more and wondering what it would be like and having to wait.

"Please," he whined. Those words were easier, almost meaningless for how well he knew to say them. His conversational skills were so rusty they were almost broken, the sounds he was used to being more of the mindless variety that his Master so adored to work out of him. His new owner was challenging him but in ways he would meet and make him proud. It was just a lot of things at once all of a sudden, his muscles twitching and senses warping just a bit around something happening he had never experienced before. "Yes. Yes, that. Please, Sir."

"Bet you'd love something in your mouth too," Felix murmured in a tender tone of voice as he ran his fingers up his spine lightly, wanting to give him another sensation to deal with. He had plans for him tonight and all of them involved making Ghost a complete and utter mess, especially now that he had given him a name. They needed to celebrate this face, mark it as a day that was important to his dear pet because now he had a date set as something to use instead of a birthday for him.

Letting the bottle continue to drain into his ass, Felix went to go grab a gag that was with the other toys. It was a ring gag, something to force his pet's mouth nice and wide so that he could shove anything in there or, in this case, tease him with the absence of anything in his mouth. He put it on his pet, forcing his mouth open so as to put it in, and then stroked the side of his cheek affectionately. "Since you're going to be a good boy and not let anything leak out of your ass, I thought I'd let you make a mess with your drool instead. If you're really good, I might actually put something in there for you to play with."

The prospect of doing something with his mouth got him excited, it was true. He definitely had a thing for being filled up from both ends, using it as a sort of quick placeholder for safety or comfort and solidity. He was pleasantly surprised when his owner noticed it. Piles upon piles of attention even in the little things. He exhaled softly at the hand up his back, spine arching with the movement without accidentally dislodging the bottle still placed in its delicate spot.

Not that he meant to keep his mouth shut, but seeing a ring gag instead of a ball or something else of the sort had him pause. When his owner took his jaw and made him take the ring anyway, he grunted. Not in confusion or even discontent necessarily, because there was still the chance something else might go in while his mouth was forcibly kept open. He swallowed automatically to try and keep his saliva at bay but he knew from experience it would be a futile attempt, especially with his insides still clamoring very loudly for his attention and the split focus was going to bring him lower than he already was. He loved it, even as his mind fought to react in some way to retain his dignity. He licked out at the air, nudged the metal of the ring and tried to work his lips and throat just to fit around the absence of anything there.

He laughed softly at how Ghost responded to the lack of something in his mouth and teased him by running cool fingers around his lips. Felix was going to drive him mad before giving him what he wanted, what he was promised for behaving so well. He liked making Ghost be desperate and wanting his attention and affection, liked seeing him so eager to please and get something in return. "Now now, you'll have to wait. If you perform well enough, I'll let you suck on me again. Would you like that, Ghost?"

Not waiting for a response, Felix checked the current bottle. Empty, which meant it was time to replace it, though he took a moment between replacing bottle to slip a finger inside him and drag out some of the lube so that it would drip down his balls and cock. Unlike the previous bottles, Felix didn't wait to let gravity do the trick and instead squeezed the contents of the bottle into him until it was empty, tossing the bottle aside when it was done and slipping in the buttplug to keep all the lube inside of him. "There we go, nice and full. I want you to stand up and show yourself off to me. Don't worry about the drooling, dear Ghost, I want you to do that. It makes you look nice and eager for me to do whatever I want to you."

It was a beautiful kind of torture. All the sensations at once working together and making it hard for him to respond to just one at a time. He couldn't, really, no matter how much he wanted to. He was good and eager to please but there were some things that just couldn't be managed like the rest. He panted harsh against the air, only increasing the drool slipping past his lips when his owner caressed him. Slow, damning buildup rolling over his chin and into his beard where he could feel every drip.

His whole body shuddered as the bottle was replaced, along with his owner's teasing, and he could feel himself springing more to attention at the sticky trail working its way down his length. It felt like something else, even if just vague sense memory, and there wasn't much time to linger on it to notice the differences. He was getting ever fuller and he felt himself clenching to try and keep everything in place until the plug was placed in and that was taken from him, controlled for him. He still couldn't relax with the way every move sent some sort of new signal to his brain and made him twitch and tremble.

He was quiet as a mouse now, previous training more instinctual than the recent command and he was far too unfocused to notice he wasn't following every order given. It was easier to simply go with it as it happened, and Junior braced himself on the bed before slowly pushing up to his hands, pausing to try and adjust as everything moves, from the lube inside of him to the trail of spit on his face and his whole body tried to compensate. After a moment, he shifted himself off the bed and stood, head dipping backward enough to look at the ceiling instead of his owner. Sight was distracting and he couldn't really help trying to make it less stimulating to deal with the rest. Absently, his tongue came out to lick his lips which really didn't help with the drool and he relaxed a bit, knowing this was what his owner wanted; messy and obedient and looking just like whatever he wanted.

To Felix, Ghost looked almost perfect, an obedient mess just waiting for him to finally do something to take care of him. He wasn't quite perfect yet, but Felix could get there there quickly enough. Walking forward, Felix reached up to grab Ghost's head and move it to face up and then pulled it down close so that he could lick his chin where his saliva was dripping down his face.

"Who gave you permission to look away from me, Ghost? If you don't behave, I'll take that plug out and empty you of everything." As if to show him he was serious, he reached down and wiggled the plug experimentally before he moved his hand up to touch the gag. He removed the gag, dropping it to the floor before pulling away and sitting on the edge of the bed. "You're going to make up for you bad behavior by getting on the floor and rubbing yourself off against my leg like the animal you are. When you come, I'll fuck you and replace that lube in you with my come. Now come on, do what I've told you to do."

He wasn't really surprised by being punished. Junior didn't quite know what all of his owner's rules were but that was what this was for, learning and obeying and dealing with the punishment for his ignorance until he could be just right for what was wanted of him. He tried to work his mouth when his owner started to lick at his drool, just a slight ah coming out where he was halfway between remembering to speak and not.

At the threat of emptying him out, he grimaced plain for his owner to see. He didn't want that at all, not when he was still getting used to it, not when it still felt good with all of the other strangeness. He was definitely watching his owner now, not daring to look away. Although the sentence wasn't harsh or cruel, it was definitely meant to force him back into his place, remind him what he'd forgotten by trying to block his owner out with the rest of the things going on around him. No matter what, his owner should not be pushed away in any form. With the gag removed, he automatically started to lick his lips and suck in what saliva he could and just make it closer to normal. Not in defiance, simply instinct. That was what animals did, right?

Speaking of, he moved and shifted to his knees, pressing his chest up to his owner's leg and arms automatically folding up over his thigh to grip while he started rocking his hips against his owner's shin. Erratic until he could find a rhythm and soon he was working himself up, panting and scattered everywhere between being filled up, following his order and watching his owner intently for any sign of doing something wrong.

He could see how everything was affecting ghost and it was the way he wanted it to be. His pet needed to be told how to behave and he was doing well to follow Felix's wants. When Ghost started to rub against his leg like he was ordered too, Felix grunted at the feeling, being affected by his pet's actions. He reached down to grab his hair and make sure that he didn't decide to turn his attention away like last time.

"Tell me how you feel. Don't stop talking or making noise until I tell you to because I want to hear that beautiful voice of yours work overtime for me." If he was a different kind of man, he would kill the one who decided that Ghost shouldn't be allowed to talk. It was a waste when he could be making all sorts of wonderful noises for his owner and letting him know that he liked this too, enjoyed what he could be put through. "And make sure you tell me when you feel like you're about to come."

Having his hair pulled back and gripped made him gasp. It was a tiny sound but a sound nonetheless and he hardly paused in his rut, pushing and working on his heels and shifting enough to start on the road to getting himself somewhere just from feeling the fabric of his owner's pants. Something soft and a bit slippery with a firmness underneath that he could definitely use.

He breathed through his nose for a moment, harsh and strong. When he was commanded to speak, he didn't know what to say. His mind blanked out save for the sounds bubbling forth and the way his breath shook so heavily the further he went. He knew what his owner was looking for, but to describe this feeling just heating up his veins was beyond his current capability. "Please," he said instead, hoping it would suffice. He knew how to beg, either for more or for it to stop. Begging didn't have to specific. One could make up their own meanings for the pleas. "Please. I'm... afh, it's..."

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