A Man and His Pet – BDSM Short Stories

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ONE - Blackmailed

It was my day off, and I was sitting at a bar with a beer in hand when I received a "Hey, faggot!" from an unknown number.

"Who's this?" I replied, curious.

"Who I am is irrelevant. What should concern you is that I have these pics."

I received some revealing nudes, some showing my pussy, others with my caged clitty, but all of them with my face fully visible. As I looked at the images, I remembered the day I talked to my online Master about being unafraid of blackmail.

"I don't mind if you expose me in Telegram groups, Master," I told him.

"Aren't you worried about being recognized or blackmailed?"

"No, I'm not, Master. It's very unlikely."

From that day on, he began posting some of my nudes online. I didn't care who downloaded them or shared them, but receiving them from an unknown phone number made me feel uneasy.

The next picture arrived, and a shiver ran down my spine. It was a picture of me at that very moment, taken only minutes ago. Frantically, I turned around, searching for the culprit, but I couldn't spot anyone suspicious. Or him.

"It has to be my Master, right?!" I thought to myself, hoping the idea would calm me down.

"Are you afraid, faggot? Do you have any idea who you're dealing with or where I am right now?" the next text read.

Indeed, I wasn't feeling well at the thought of being stalked.

"What do you want from me?" I replied aggressively.

"It's simple. Walk outside, locate the black Mercedes at the end of the road, open the door, and get inside. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what?" I replied, thinking my Master owned an Audi.

"Otherwise, I'll airdrop those pictures to everyone around you. You only have 30 SECONDS to decide. And remember, I am watching you!"

I swallowed hard, and my adrenaline spiked. I definitely couldn't risk the other people around me seeing those pictures.

"Okay," I replied, standing up with shaky legs and leaving the bar. I looked down the street to find the black car, and with careful steps, I moved toward it. The car looked like a rented one and had tinted windows.

With a shaking hand, I opened the car door. Inside sat a naked figure only wearing a black ski mask. Who could he be? Then, my eyes dropped to the familiar thick slab of meat hanging down between his hairy thighs. That sight gave me the courage to get inside the car.

"This is an unusual way to meet someone in person for the first time, Master!"

"Buckle up and shut the fuck up," he commanded.

 

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TWO – Born to Serve

His bedroom was softly lit by a single designer table lamp, with the only furnishings being a king-size bed, the lamp's side table, and a black armchair where he sat. He was completely naked, his legs wide open, showing how his soft cock and heavy balls hung over the edge. I bit my lips at that sight. Dressed, he resembled a model from a Tom of Finland illustration, but naked, he looked like a Greek god, though in his case, a Basque god. His name sounds like Akerbeltz, a god from Basque mythology associated with the devil. At least, that's what he told me when we first met.

Naked and kneeling, I awaited his first command. Although I could sense his gaze, I didn't dare look up until instructed. My eyes remained fixed on the well-worn oak floor beneath me, and I couldn't help but wonder how many bodily fluids it had absorbed over the years. My Master likes it when things get a bit messy.

It was my first time serving my Master in person, and I was both nervous and scared. But I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. I was determined to prove to my Master that I was a worthy pet. I wanted to be his.

"Look up," he said.

I slowly raised my head, and there he was, seated before me, the god he was for me. The sight was undeniably intimidating, yet it felt as though I had finally found my place: beneath the feet of my Master. In the past, I had been afraid of revealing my submissive side and facing judgment from others. But at that precise moment, I felt like I could shout from the rooftops that I was his property. I felt so happy.

I had just accepted my role as a lesser being, existing solely to be dominated by him.

"Accept your calling and do what you were born for," he said as soon as our eyes met.

For most people, that order might be confusing, but to me, it was the clearest task I had ever received. I crawled a few centimeters closer until my nose touched his feet. They smelled a little sweaty. Without needing any further cues or hints from him, I instinctively knew what I had to do: lick his feet.

As I began tasting them, embracing the slightly salty flavor, I felt an odd sensation and suddenly, I was crying. After 30 years of denial, I finally accepted my purpose in life: I'm simply a man born to serve.

"Cry all you want, but keep licking my feet. I expect them to be spotless," he said.

I obeyed.

 

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THREE – Now You Belong to Me

I was on my knees in a dimly lit room, facing a strong figure I couldn't clearly make out. Drawn toward it, I began crawling forward on all fours. As I was about to reach it, the floor beneath me started to give way, and I felt myself sinking as if I were drowning.

I opened my eyes, confused. Where was I? Had it all been a dream? Suddenly, a deep and commanding voice spoke right beside me.

"Morning, pet," he said. Then he placed something cold and metallic around my neck. It was a heavy chain with a lock engraved with my Master's name.

CLICK. That sound was sealing my fate.

"This collar will be your constant reminder that you belong to me, and you'll wear it always," he continued, pausing to ensure I was fully focused on him. "Your first duty today is to suck my cock. If you please me, I'll reward you."

Still a bit groggy, I didn't fully grasp what had just happened, but I knew my task and got to work. I slowly pulled down my Master's underwear, revealing his soft cock and balls, waiting for me to use my mouth on them. I opened my mouth, drooling as though a steak had just appeared before me after three long days of fasting—but this meal promised to be even better. I clumsily started by licking his soft shaft, experiencing its scent and taste for the first time. I loved its manly and wild scent and its salty, slightly sweaty taste. It was like licking pure sex. Soon, I felt his blood rushing under my tongue, making his cock bigger and bigger. I wanted it in my mouth completely, so I started sucking on his tip, slowly getting more and more of it inside me.

As it was about a third of the way in, my Master took control. He grabbed my head and pushed it down, making me choke on his huge cock. I don't know if my Master has the biggest cock I've ever seen, but the adjective colossal could easily be defined with a picture of his cock. Tears started to pour down. I couldn't breathe. After what seemed like an eternity, my Master relaxed his grip on my head and let me get up again.

"You only took the first half of my cock," he said, before pushing my head down again. "I want to fuck your mouth, not your fucking teeth. OPEN UP!"

This continued for a while. I tried, he tried, but my sore throat couldn't take more than the first half of his cock. I was about to pass out when he stopped and pulled his cock, dripping with my spit, from my throat.

"ENOUGH! I don't want you to puke on my cock. Now, open your mouth and pull your tongue out for me. You need some deep-throat training, but you did well today, and you deserve a reward," he said.

I did as I was asked, positioning my open mouth directly in the line of fire. Then, he started stroking his cock, getting faster and faster until I was rewarded with a jet of cum that shot straight into my mouth. Subsequent jets weren't as accurate, and soon my whole face was dripping with his seed. It tasted strong, salty, and even a little spicy, but I swirled it around in my mouth, wanting to taste it for as long as possible.

Finally, I swallowed it.

This was the first of many times when I would be tasting my Master's delicious cum.

The best reward of all.

 

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FOUR – We Only Need One Cock for Sex

He shoved me against the wall. His face was so close that I could feel his breath and catch the crisp scent of mint from the gum he had chewed.

"We have a problem!" he said sharply, "Sex requires just one cock, and right now, we have two." He jabbed his finger first at his cock and then at my clitty, which seemed tiny in comparison. "We're only keeping one. So, which will it be?" he finally asked.

If only one cock had to stay, it had to be his. "Yours, Master. I'm just a hole," I whispered.

He smiled, clearly satisfied with my answer.

"I have a little surprise," he said, turning to get a small metal cage from a drawer. "Now, put your hands behind your back, just like I taught you," he commanded. I moved swiftly to comply.

Being ordered like that made my clitty grow, but I was scared as I realized my hard clitty wouldn't fit in the cage. My Master shot me an angry glare.

"It won't work if you do not cooperate."

Without warning, he grabbed my balls with his rough hands and crushed them. The pain started immediately, and my body started to cramp from its intensity.

"You better not move! I want you to STAND STILL, FAG!"

I straightened my back, and soon his method produced the desired effect. My clitty shrank to its expected size, becoming as small and pathetic as it always had been.

"It seems your little clitty is finally learning its place, pet. Just remember, it will only get hard when I say so!" With quick, skillful movements, he slid the ring on, adjusted the cylinder, and locked it. Then, he chuckled, dangling the key in front of my face, "This is mine now. I'll keep it and only I'll decide when you're uncaged. Do you get that?"

I nodded, but even as I tried to sound confident, the fear of being unable to free myself felt frightening.

"Now, I'll show you what it means for a real man to use his cock." He seized my neck and slammed my upper body onto the desk, knocking the air from my lungs. I gasped, struggling to catch my breath.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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FIVE – Master or Villain?

I obeyed his command, spreading my cheeks to reveal my tight hole to the man who would take my virginity. Before this, I had only used dildos to pleasure myself.

His tip teased the entrance of my pussy, and I hoped he wouldn't push it in without lubing it up first, right?

I felt a rush of fear at the thought of asking my Master for something, but it was my first time being fucked. I needed to speak up.

"Master, could you please lubricate your cock before fucking me?"

He laughed. "Of course, I'm a Master, not a villain." Then he walked around the table until he faced me; his cock was already gigantic and right in front of my face. It exuded a strong, masculine scent. I stretched out my tongue, eager to lick the tip and taste it.

SMACK!

I felt a stinging pain on my cheek, caught off guard by the sudden impact.

SMACK!

"What the hell..."

SMACK!

"...do you think..."

SMACK!

"...you're doing, pet?!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Instantly, I regretted my decision.

"I am sorry, Master. It won't happen again. Please, don't hurt me," I plead in despair.

My Master inhaled deeply and, with a calm yet threatening voice, said, "I won't tolerate any more disobedience. Now be a good pet and spit on my cock, just once!"

My mouth was nearly dry from the fear of being hit again. I gathered as much spit as I could, but it wasn't much. When I spat, it barely covered half of his tip. That wasn't enough; I would surely get hurt with so little lubrication, I thought.

"Are you scared, pet? Still questioning whether I'm a villain? Thinking that's all the lubrication you'll get?" His mind-reading skills were impressive. "Don't be stupid. That would only hurt you and make things unpleasant for me too. I enjoy seeing the fear on your face, but I'm a Master. I would never hurt you... much."

He moved back around the table, opened the drawer once more, and grabbed a large bottle of lube, pouring out a generous amount.

"But don't get me wrong, you'll still be screaming!" he whispered in my ear.

Without warning, he thrust his massive cock inside me. I had never experienced anything so thick entering me without any prior stretching. The pain made me scream at the top of my lungs.

"That's the sweetest sound. Don't you think? Keep screaming!"

The pain was overwhelming at first, but after a few thrusts, it began to fade. I started to adjust to the feeling of his cock filling me, and soon I found myself enjoying it, letting out soft, high-pitched moans. My Master seemed to approve, picking up his pace. Just then, I realized he had deliberately gone extra slow at the beginning, giving me time to acclimate. Maybe he wasn't as cruel as he liked to appear.

He continued until deep moans replaced my whimpers. Warm cum filled me, and just as I felt his rock-hard cock pull out, my hole was left gaping. The warm liquid began to drip onto the floor.

"Nice job, pet! That was a big load, but it's all over my floor. Now, do your job and clean it up. Think of it as my reward for you."

My Master's cum had quickly become my favorite taste. With a wide smile, I got on my knees and began licking up every last drop.


MASTER'S NOTE: This is the second take on this story because the first one didn't meet my expectations. The sex scene was written without any mention of lube or spit.

"Come on, anuses don't come with natural lube," I told him.

"Is it just fiction, Master?" he replied.

"Doesn't matter. You made my cock soft just imagining how the next story would play out in the ER. You're rewriting it now, and I want lube everywhere. Everywhere, got it? Even on the ceiling."

His punishment? Watching Fifty Shades of Grey after I'd teased him all day.

I know, I'm really a villain.