~ His Pet ~ Chapter Two

"~ His Pet ~ Chapter One" 

Chapter 2

He lay alone in the dark. The concrete floor was unforgiving to his battered body. The cold seeped into bone and muscle, accentuating the aches. His heavily muscled arms were pulled back painfully and his thick wrists secured with a zip strip restraint that cut deeply into his flesh. He tried to wiggle his fingers but feeling had left them long ago. He shifted slightly hoping to ease the strain on his mighty shoulders. Gritting his teeth, he pressed his shoulder and forehead against the floor and slowly pulled his legs up to work his knees underneath him. With a grunt he straightened himself into a kneeling position. Rocking hard to the side his hip landed on the floor and the back of his dark head bounced off the wall but he was sitting up with his long legs stretched in front of him.

Gingerly leaning his head back against the wall, he sighed and rolled his weary shoulders. He took a physical inventory. He had a pretty good cut above his left eye that had not only cost him a lot of blood but the swelling was robbing him of all but the slightest glimpse out of that side. There wasn't an inch of him that wasn't bruised and battered. He really needed to take a piss and his stomach was growling. He had really pissed the man off this time. A sound at the door made him jump and start to hunch his shoulders protectively. With a muttered curse he pulled himself up straight and silently berated himself. Deference was one thing but he was not going to let this sick fuck know that he scared him.

His best intentions went to hell as the heavy door swung open flooding his dark sanctuary with light so intense it felt like daggers piercing his skull. The stabbing pain forced his tortured orbs shut and his head to turn away. Clenching his teeth he waited for it. Would it be his voice first or a physical blow? Which did he fear most? That voice. It could carry so many different tones but always it felt like the devil's fingertips dancing down his spine. Would it be the regretful voice softly chastising him for the willful disobedience that had forced the man to punish him? Would it be the mocking, derisive voice that taunted him jeering at his lack of education, his stupidity, and his simple street smarts? Or would it be the cold, harsh voice of frustration and anger that could only end in a lot of pain for someone.

Light footsteps approached then something was set down near him. He tried to force one watering eye to open but the light was still too harsh. The footsteps moved away and the door started to swing shut. A lump rose in his throat and he wanted to cry out for forgiveness but his pride wouldn't allow it. He swallowed convulsively, leaning his head back against the wall in despair as he anticipated the door clanging shut followed by a hush so deep he could hear his every breath. He waited in the dark but the sound did not come. His eyes opened as the footsteps sounded again. The door had been pulled mostly closed to block out all but a single beam cutting across the floor. The lump in his throat threatened to overwhelm him as the gorgeous blond squatted down in front of him to run long, caring fingers over his battered features.

"We don't have much time," the blond whispered huskily, swallowing hard against the flood of emotions seeing the big brunette's ravaged body aroused.

"It's so good to see you baby," David whispered turning into the tender caress.

"Jesus David, you're a mess."
"It's all better now Tay," he groaned, leaning forward to catch the blonde's shapely lips in a hungry kiss. Taylor moaned and responded whole-heartedly to David's warm lips. His tongue traced Tay's full lower lip begging entrance and when it was not immediately forthcoming a playful nip reminded how long it had been. The kiss was raw and needy. Lips and tongues dueled as bodies strained against one another. The moment was broken by David's flinch and groan as Taylor's forehead bumped his swollen left eye.

Embarrassed by the clumsiness Taylor blushed and tried to get down to business turning to the food tray to feed the big man.

"Can you help me with my fly?" David grunted. Taylor looked at him incredulously.

"We don't have time for that as much as I would love too baby.." David interrupted.

"I REALLY need to take a piss, Tay," he said with a wry grin. Taylor looked around flustered.

"The bucket is over there."

"I have no hands here baby. Think you could help me out with this one?" The brunette chuckled. Taylor stared at him for a long bewildered moment before recognition came crashing down. David laughed out loud as understanding and embarrassment flooded his lover's face. "You're a true blond, Tay," he teased as he was helped to his feet and lead to the bucket in the corner. Warm capable hands unzipped his fly and eased his large throbbing penis from his extended leg briefs. Rolling his eyes ceiling ward he tried to force his body to relax. Pissing with a hard on was next to impossible. His lovers roaming fingers were not conducive to that happening.

"You're not helping here," he finally growled in frustration. Taylor blushed again and eyeballed David's huge cock with a hunger that was both humbling and a little humorous. The big man's features softened. "I know baby. I miss you too," he whispered softly. "I'm doing this to keep you safe and so we can be together," he explained for what seemed the hundredth time. His heart nearly stopped as the blond raised his head. Tears filled his beautiful blue eyes. The sorrow on his fallen angel features was heart wrenching.

"Do you truly think that will ever happen again David?" he softly choked out.

"Yes baby I do. It's the only thing that keeps me going," David replied forcing conviction into his voice that that he didn't feel in his heart.


A sound at the door interrupted the big man's slumber. Tensing, he tried to estimate how long he had been locked up. His shoulders had long ago gone beyond numb. His stomach was growling again. How long since Taylor's visit? He doubted his master would allow him another visit with his lover so soon. He knew that the visit had been a reminder that the man controlled everything. David lived and died at the man's whim and now Taylor's life was held in the balance as well. His heart sunk and goose bumps prickled as that voice came out of the dark.

"Has this little stay taught you a lesson pet?" he whispered coldly. As much as it stuck in his craw, David was smart enough to know the correct answer to that one.

"Yes master," he whispered, putting as much repentance as possible into those two simple words.

"Good. I have a new playmate for you."


Pain radiated through his heavily corded shoulders as the blood flowed again. His eyes, black as coal, bored into frightened blue as he slowly stalked the young bottle blond. She clawed desperately at the heavy door with no interior handle. Her screams hurt his ears. He was going to have to shut her up before she drove him crazy. The look she gave him had revulsion mixed in with fear. He felt the anger boiling up inside. She snapped fake nails as she tried in vain to pry the door open. He could have spared her the time and the nails. He knew better then any that there was no escape from this room.

"~ His Pet ~ Chapter Three"