This is my first story on here so I hope where one will be gentle on me! Please be sure to comment if you like it and even if you don't, please do. It will only help me in the future!
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Chapter 1: Naughty Pets Get Punished
Hard, thick and veiny, he stared at the cock before him. He felt the heat from it as it was a mere inch from his mouth. He knew the drill, just like all the others beside him.
Some of them were already sucking away. Moaning, gagging and licking the head like it was a treat. Those men begged for the cum to come out. They wanted it, had been brainwashed to want everything done to them.
He was no different.
He opened his mouth and the cock rammed in without another thought. He gagged as it hit the back of his throat hard. He tried to back away, only to have the man's hands on his head. Those hands stopped him from escaping.
They held him caged as the cock continued to ram him. His nose was forced against the man's pelvis. His tongue felt the slide of hard flesh. His chin kept hitting the stud in the man's balls. The man fucking his mouth was almost done his training.
Tim was disgusted at the envy he felt for the other man. Still, he looked up, hoping for mercy.
The man that he was sucking off couldn't give it to him. The poor fellow was gagged and blindfolded.
Tim knew this must have been the guy's first chance to cum in a long time. His own cock was already getting hard despite it being against his will. His Mistress wanted him hard for any sexual event, willing or not.
A hard slap on his ass had him moan in pain when his hips jerked on their own.
He was so hard, his body begged for release. The nanites kept him on a tight leash on his Mistress's orders. His body could beg all it liked, it would never cum without her permission.
He was her slave because of them.
Where they had been humanity's greatest treasure, they were his jailer.
"Is it good, Sweet Boy? How does it feel to have a man's cock in your mouth instead of mine?" His Mistress, Kendra questioned.
He knew that he was expected to answer. The hands wouldn't release him, they kept a tight hold. He did the only thing that he could.
He moaned out loud for her.
"I'm glad you like it. Cummington is quite backed up, you see and he's not the only one."
He shivered in dread. There would be more for him after this one.
He felt a hand touch his right buttcheek. He wanted to look at her, to turn and glare at what he knew was coming. He moaned in pain as the cock rammed its way into his throat instead. His mouth was made into a well used hole once more.
It was only worse because it was a man's cock in him instead of a woman's.
His cheeks are parted to show his sore flower. He was forbidden to think of his asshole as anything but a flower. It was because the women didn't like thinking of how their babies were born from a shit hole.
"You're doing so well, Sweet Boy. I almost wonder if I should reward you? What do you think? Should your Mistress reward you for doing so well in your training?" She asked him.
He knew to do nothing. Reward? Punishment? It was all the same, even as his mind started to tell him that he wanted it all.
He wanted to be rewarded, he wanted to be punished. His body was his Mistress's toy and he was pleased to do whatever she wanted.
The cock in his mouth picked up pace, fucked him harder. There were fewer moments to catch a breath. It was going to happen soon.
He could hear others having reached that point. Cum being forced down their throats and into their stomachs. Most of those others started to cry when it was done. A small few sucked the cocks clean before they begged for another.
