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AARYN

I read over the line in Errol’s slanted handwriting: I want to feel like a pet.

I want to feel owned. Just imagining him writing it down sends a kick of arousal into my cock.

I’m tempted to jerk off, but I want to wait.

Besides, it seems only fair, given that Errol spent today —by choice —with the cage on.

When I gave him the option after we cleaned up last night, he gave me that cute little eyelash flutter of his and bit his lip. The way he begged for it in a whisper was so hot that I was half-hard again by the time I locked his dick back up.

S ince I got myself all horny thinking about it, I’m especially happy to hear Errol say he hit his goal for today when he got home.

I tell him I want to start in the bedroom instead of the playroom.

When he’s naked and kneeling in front of me, the mix of anticipation and apprehension in his eyes helps me squash down my worry that I won’t live up to his expectations.

I reach into the dresser drawer where I stashed tonight’s surprises.

When Errol’s eyes light up at the sight of the collar in my hand, I breathe an inward sigh of relief.

“I hope you don’t mind that I went for red.

I like the way this color looks on you,” I tell him.

I run my fingers over it as I step behind him and fasten it around his neck. “Is that too tight?”

“N-no — it’s good.” His voice is hushed.

When I pull out the leash, the chain jangles against itself. Errol’s tongue slips out to run across his upper lip. He lifts his chin up for me so I can reach the D-ring at his throat.

After I attach the leash, I hold up another chain. This one is slender and Y-shaped with clips on all three ends of it. It’s small and delicate enough to look more like jewelry than some kind of bondage gear. I’m a little apprehensive about this because I had to DIY this contraption.

I have to remember to tell Errol afterwards that I actually ventured into the hardware store to get the components for this. He’ll get a kick out of that. There’s a little smile playing at the corners of my mouth as he looks at it with curiosity.

“Stick your tongue out for me, baby,” I say. When he does, I carefully unscrew the top ball on the piercing there, replacing it with a ball that has a little ring running through it. It’s wild what you can find on the far reaches of the internet.

Errol makes a low sound of surprise, which makes me grin as I pick up the slender chain again. I take the clips on each of the two top points of the Y and attach them to the rings running through his nipples.

I give the chain a couple of light, experimental tugs. I’m rewarded with a rumble low in his throat. “Thass —” He stops after a syllable. I watch his cheeks flush as he realizes that the addition of a ring to the ball screwed into the top of his tongue barbell makes talking difficult.

I can’t hold back a smirk “About that —” I give the chain clipped to his nipple rings another, sharper tug and hold the clip on the bottom of the chain’s Y shape in front of his face.

The instant his eyes widen with realization, I chuckle. “Put your tongue out for me again.”

I attach that end of the chain to the ring, watching carefully, praying I didn’t fuck up the measurements.

There’s just enough slack in the chain that he can wiggle his tongue, but if he tries to pull it back into his mouth, the chain will pull painfully on his nipple rings.

Errol’s eyes widen as he tries to do just that.

He lets out a whimper, followed by an unintelligible mumble.

“What’s that, Babydoll? It’s too short? Oh, I know.” I snicker. “This is how I want you.”

I remember something and catch his chin gently, tipping his face up. “You need to tap out, you can unclip it, or just give whatever part of me you can reach two quick swats in a row. OK?”

When he nods, I release him and take a step back. With his tongue and his nipples chained together, Errol can only let out wordless, open-mouthed sounds of pleasure or pain —little mewls or yelps. It’s perfect.

I give him a slap on the ass as I pick up the end of the leash. “Come on, pet. Let’s take a little walk.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Heel.”

He lets out a needy whine as he crawls to my side, half a step behind me. “That’s perfect , baby,” I praise him. “Such an obedient pet.” I ruffle his hair and I swear, he practically purrs with contentment. “Sorry this isn’t a proper walk,” I say. “Maybe we can do that later if you have to go out.”

He makes another little noise I can’t decipher as I lead him over to the full-length mirror in the playroom. “I want to fuck you right here like this,” I say. “I want you to watch me wreck you while you’ve got your tongue hanging out of your mouth, panting and drooling like the animal you are.”

Errol shivers, and he lets out a soft sound as he takes in his reflection.

“Look at yourself —what an adorable pet you make,” I say, stroking his hair before getting on my knees behind him.

I pull my pants down just enough to free my cock.

It springs up, already rock-hard, the instant I shove my boxer briefs down.

As I stroke lube over my cock, I reach underneath Errol so I can run my fingers over his cage and fondle his balls. “Such a sexy pet,” I murmur, teasing his rim with lube-slicked fingers. “Oh, yes you are ,” I say in the sing-song tone of voice people use to talk to puppies.

Errol whines again as he rocks his hips, pushing himself back against my fingers. I’m not making him wait, because I’m about ready to explode if I don’t get inside him soon. I let out a groan as I enter him, my cock squeezed tight in an enveloping heat.

“Oh fuck ,” I murmur. “Love watching this sexy pierced pussy swallow my dick like you’re hungry for it.” I pull almost all the way out of him so I can get a better look at his guiche piercing, the metal ring catching the light as it swings a little.

Errol lets out another needy sound and my eyes jump to the mirror.

The visual is even hotter than I imagined.

“So sexy, Babydoll,” I tell him in a husky voice.

Drool is pooling at the corners of his lips and spilling over onto his chin.

I can’t wait to see it running down his chin and dripping onto the floor.

I’m too turned-on to go slow for long. I grip Errol’s hips to pull him against me as I pick up my pace.

His hole clenches around me, like he’s trying to pull me back in every time I slide most of the way out of him.

“Holy shit, baby, you feel amazing. Every single time. I fucking love how your body is so greedy for my cock.”

When I glance in the mirror again, I see that Errol’s eyes have slipped shut. I let go of one hip to give him a quick, sharp slap on the ass. His eyes snap open and he makes a strangled sound of pain.

“Look at yourself,” I tell him. My fingers sink into the flesh of his hips. I’m gripping him hard enough to leave marks. That thought makes me thrust into him faster. “How fucking hot is that, huh? You’re just a panting, slobbering, whining pet for me.”

I’d be embarrassed at how fast it takes me to reach the point of no return after that, but I’m so damn turned on, I don’t care.

Errol’s ass is gripping my cock with a stranglehold as I fuck him fast and hard, chasing my release.

I feel that electric heat in my groin sparking and spreading as my balls draw up just before I explode.

“Oh God, oh gggg-uungh —” I come with a drawn-out, wordless grunt, my hips stuttering as I pump what feels like an enormous load inside of Errol.

After I catch my breath, I reach into the night table drawer to show him the other surprise I got.

I grin when his eyes get big. “Now that I’ve filled you up with a big load, you’re going to keep it inside you with this plug.

See this tail on it? You’re going to shake your ass for me to make it wag. ”

He makes an eager noise, so I quickly slick up the plug.

Even though it’s sizable, his ass swallows it easily.

“You like this? You like being a dirty, horny little animal for me?” He responds with a pleading, keening whine.

I feel a smile creeping onto my face as I stroke his hair.

“I think I like when my pet begs for me.”

I put myself back together and pick up the end of the leash as I stand up. Errol looks up at me, a question in his eyes. “Does my cute little pet have to go out?” I ask in that same sing-song, puppy-talk voice. Errol’s eyes fly wide and I chuckle.

“No appreciation?” I tease. “I want to see that tail wagging, pet.” He obliges, swaying his hips to make it bob back and forth; a feral light burns in his eyes.

“ Fuck , you’re sexy like this — naked on your hands and knees with a collar around your neck, tongue out and drooling, ass full of my load and a big plug keeping it all inside of you. ”

I pat him on the head with a grin. “Sit,” I command. When Errol rises to his knees, I release the clip holding his tongue captive and attach it to his collar. After I replace the ball on his tongue piercing with his usual one, I give the leash a tug. “Come.”

He follows me downstairs and through the house. At the back door, I take his chin gently in my hand to tip his face up. “You still having fun?”

“Yeah, Stud.” His voice is a low rasp. I kick myself for not thinking to make him lap water out of a bowl after releasing his tongue. Oh, well —next time.

I hope Errol likes this enough for there to be a next time. I wasn’t expecting this whole scene to be so intensely arousing. It’s kind of a weird feeling; I’m technically the one running the show here, but I’m doing it for him.

I lean over and sink my tongue into Errol’s mouth. He meets it eagerly with his own, a muffled rumble vibrating in his throat. The warmth of his lips on mine and the way he surrenders his mouth to me makes me wish we could stay like this forever.

But I have the second part of his reward to give him.