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Griffin

Every time I went back upstairs, leaving my new pet alone, I was lonelier than ever. It was like seeing him, feeling him, reminded me of just why I’d done this in the first place — which was great for my resolve, but not so great for my patience.

I wanted him to submit now. I wanted him to be well trained now, to listen to me and obey and beg me to touch him and fuck him…

But that was going to take time. All of this was going to take time, and I wasn’t sure I could do it. I wasn’t sure I could handle his hatred and his snide little comments.

I didn’t have much of a choice. It wasn’t like this was something I could get a refund on, something I could just undo and try again on. This was done, for better or for worse. I couldn’t let him go. He knew who I was, and it wasn’t like there were many scarred-up, washed-up ex-musicians around.

I rested my back against the door to the basement once it had closed behind me, burying my face in my hands. I didn’t want to deal with this, with reality. That was why I was doing this.

I hadn’t thought it would be quick, but I guess I’d thought it would be easier somehow. Maybe it would’ve been with another pretty guy, but this particular beauty didn’t want to be a pup. He wanted to go back to his life.

Yeah, well, I wanted to go back to my life, too. Neither of us was going to get what we wanted.

I wanted a drink.

I wanted several drinks.

Instead, I sighed and pushed myself away from the door, starting down the hallway to my office. I didn’t expect him to yield any time soon, but I wanted him to.

So little time had passed, but it was wrecking me. I could only hope it was wearing him down even more. At least I had food and a comfortable bed to retreat into. All he had was the little dog bed, and now he couldn’t use his hands or his mouth. He had no idea what else I had in store for him, and part of me wanted to go downstairs again and just… gear him up.

What would it hurt? I’d get to see him in his harness, with his tail and ears, with the bars that would keep him from standing up. He’d get used to his place faster if I plunged him into it… wouldn’t he?

I didn’t know.

Fuck, I didn’t even know if I could consider this the slow way when I’d already done so much to him over the space of a few days. But it was slower than I wanted to move. Necessary, but slower.

I just needed to have patience.

I’d never had much of that, though.

I sank down into the chair, watching my pet through the cameras. He was trying to use his mitted hands to paw at the straps of the gag.

I felt a little bad that he wouldn’t be able to drink… and that might’ve partially been because I wouldn’t get to watch him suck on that phallus to get his water. I’d been hard since I’d gotten him here, and thoughts like that hadn’t helped at all.

My erection had dwindled during my self-pity party, but it was still ever-present. I could jack off, but it felt like a waste somehow. I wanted him, and I wanted him to want me, and why hadn’t I just paid for a pricy escort to pretend to be able to stand me?

Because no pricy escort would be mine, and more than ever, I needed something — someone — that belonged to me.

I must’ve dozed off in the chair, because enough time had passed for my pet to be sulking in his bed instead of fighting with the mitts. He still wasn’t in the position I’d told him I wanted him in, which meant no reprieve from the gag.

Even with a clock to guide me, it was hard to keep track of time. I was so determined to keep him off balance that it was having the same effect on me. I wanted to curl up in bed and nap it off, but I didn’t even know when I’d woken up. I’d have to feed him again soon…

But I was going to make him yield before I did. He’d get into that position and display his ass for me so I could imagine what it was going to look like with the tail plug.

He would look gorgeous with it, but he’d hate it.

Too fucking bad. He hated everything else, too.

Speed it up, slow it down, keep going at the same pace… I didn’t know what to do. He might’ve accused me of having a manual, which made me think it was working even better than I could see, but I had no fucking idea what I was doing. It was one guess after another, and all I could do was hope that he’d do what I wanted.

The harness was a must, though. I had to be able to easily grab him, especially when he’d gotten the nerve to make half-hearted attempts to escape.

As much of a mouthy brat as he was, he knew one thing: he wasn’t going to just get out of this. He could run, but there wasn’t anywhere to run to. He was smart enough to understand it would only make things worse for him, even if it took him a little bit of time to accept it.

Motion caught my eye, and I saw him shifting onto all fours.

My cock was hard in an instant, and I imagined how it might feel to plunge into that ass. After all, why was I waiting? It might break him down faster if I fucked him senseless, and he belonged to me. What was stopping me?

It wasn’t like I could say it was some sort of societal rule when I’d had him kidnapped and was keeping him in my basement. But it felt like it was a step too far… even though I knew I wouldn’t wait forever. I wanted him to be mine, I wanted him to yield, but if he didn’t…

I would do what I had to.

That thought should’ve turned me off, but it had me throbbing. I really was a sick fuck, and he was right. The problem was that I had about zero motivation to fix it.

If anything, I had motivation to go deeper down the rabbit hole.

I watched him for another moment then stood. I’d take the gag out as long as he stopped running his mouth, but it was time for the harness. It would probably have about the same impact as the enemas had, which meant it would push him one step closer in the direction I wanted him to go .

It was another sign of ownership, every bit as much as the collar was.

After that… I had to maintain what we were doing, but I couldn’t let the momentum get too fast or he’d break in ways I wouldn’t like. Or would he be able to resist even more? I didn’t know.

Swap the gag for the harness, then, and continue to keep him off balance. Feed him, keep his waterer full, make him do his own enemas, then we’d introduce the tail.

Then… We’d see.

I headed downstairs, not greeting him or acknowledging him even though I could see him sitting back down. He’d have to stop that, but it would take some time.

I found the harness, the supple leather soft in my hand. He’d been lucky that I’d decided to get the more expensive equipment, or he’d be in for a lot of chafing. As it was, it would take some getting used to.

He eyed it — and me — with dread, his gaze darting between me and the harness.

“Do you know what this is?” I asked, knowing perfectly well he couldn’t answer me.

He shook his head slightly, still looking apprehensively at it.

“It’s a harness,” I told him. “It’s going to go around you and make sure I have plenty of handholds to grab you with if you try to go running off on me again.”

He didn’t look pleased, but it was hard to take him seriously when he looked so beautiful. His hands were trapped in those mitts, and a little bit of drool ran down his chin that had to be seriously damaging to his pride.

If only he’d stayed on all fours.

“It’ll be comfortable,” I continued. “And you’ll get used to it being like your clothing after a while. ”

He snorted.

I shrugged. “Either way, I’m trading out the ball gag for the harness… Unless you want the gag to stay in?”

He shook his head vigorously, not needing to think about that particular decision. The gag couldn’t be pleasant, likely tasting of plastic and smelling of it too, and keeping his mouth more than just a bit open. I loved the look of it and how helpless it made him… but this was about more than a perfect mental image.

I nodded in turn, heading for the cell door. He stayed back as I unlocked it, probably desperate to have the gag out. Not being able to talk did seem to be a major punishment to the snarky little thing in my kennel.

Then again, it was supposed to be.

I closed the cell door behind me, though I didn’t lock it in place. I didn’t think he was going to run, and even if he did, he’d be fucking himself over.

He didn’t move, only leaning up a little and watching me expectantly.

Only this piece of work could look so demanding with a ball gag stuck in his mouth.

“Harness first,” I told him.

He made a sound of protest, his eyes widening.

“I’ll keep my word, and you know it,” I said. “But I don’t want you trying to bite me while I’m getting the harness situated.”

The whine he made was so puppy-like that it got a smile out of me, and I gestured for him to move closer.

Reluctantly, he obeyed, and I started getting him into the thing. I was glad I’d looked at the design and the guide for it, because there were so many buckles and straps that I would’ve been lost trying to figure out how to make it work. I wouldn’t even need padlocks for this, even if I took the mitts off. He wouldn’t be able to get this thing off of himself.

When I was done, I took a step back to inspect my handiwork, nodding in approval. His lithe body looked gorgeous trapped inside the harness. He looked even more perfect with those mitts on his hands, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes as he obviously wondered if I was going to take the gag out.

I didn’t want to, but I’d said I would.

“C’mere, my good boy,” I told him gently.

He eyed me, but he leaned in, letting me more easily reach the strap holding the ball gag in place. I freed him from it and helped him get it out of his mouth.

He was crying, then. It felt strange because I had done something good, hadn’t I? The harness wasn’t nearly as bad as the gag.

“What’s wrong?” I stupidly asked.

But instead of going into some wild diatribe, he only choked on a half-sob, half-laugh. “What isn’t?” he croaked out.

“It’ll get better,” I told him, feeling a little awkward when I had to face those tears. I didn’t know how they could turn me on and make me uncomfortable all at once, but they managed. “You’ll get used to it. No more new things for a few days, okay?” I ran my fingers through his hair, and he just let me. Heartened, I continued, “We’ll just keep doing what we’re doing, and as long as you’re good, we won’t even need the gag.”

He shook his head but didn’t speak, which meant he’d learned at least one lesson.

“It’ll be okay,” I promised him. “You’ll see.”