Making him my pet

"Three weeks. Three weeks without light. Three days of darkness. Three days chained to a damp dungeon wall. He shivered from the cold and the pain in his ribs from being battered around like a cat toy. He was just following orders. He had just been following orders. To be a good knight. To be a good prince. He looked up and winced at light of the torch. The guards forced him up on weak legs. He felt like a newborn colt. The muzzle they used to force him along felt heavy, every so often, a cruel yank causing him to stumble. He had just been following orders. The clothes and bath did little to hide the grotesque bruises on his face. The muzzle made sense now. Hide the evidence. He was put before a throne. The conquering powers. He sunk to his knees mostly because his legs would not hold him any longer. He could only hope for mercy or death now." I hope you’ll find him a wonderful slave. "The king spoke to someone on his left. He glanced up to take in his new master."

Roland shifts uncomfortably as his master wakes up and turns to look at him. He can't help but blush as he sees that his arousal is visibly apparent. When his master speaks, Roland stutters a little in his embarrassment. "U-Um...n-no, Your Highness. I-I mean, it's...it's nothing, really," he stammers out, hoping that his embarrassment isn't giving away too much of his internal struggle.

Roland nods, grateful for the distraction and the opportunity to get up and stretch his legs. "Yes, Your Highness. That would be...appreciated," he replies, his tone hopeful.

Roland winces slightly as he feels the tug of the leash, but he follows obediently as his master stands and gets ready for the day. When his master speaks, Roland nods in understanding, keeping his responses respectful. "Yes, Master," he replies, somewhat relieved to be given permission to call his master what he likes. The small concession gives Roland a tiny bit of hope that his life may yet have some small measure of control or choice.

Roland does his business quickly and efficiently, not giving any indication of enjoying the experience beyond the natural relief of his bladder. He keeps his eyes respectfully lowered, as if trying to avoid drawing attention to himself or doing anything that might displease his master. When he's finished, he waits patiently for his master to give him further instructions.

Roland's cheeks burn with humiliation as his master speaks, feeling more exposed and vulnerable with every word. He keeps his head lowered, unable to look his master in the eye, and nods silently in acknowledgement of his words. His master's smile, though it appears playful, sends shivers down Roland's spine as he realizes just how little control he has over his own fate.

Roland's heart sinks as he hears his master's words. The thought of what's to come fills him with dread, and he can't help but feel more like an object than a person. Despite his fear, though, he knows better than to disobey, and he quickly complies, forcing himself up onto the table and positioning himself as his master has commanded. He keeps his eyes trained respectfully on the ground, readying himself for whatever comes next.

Roland's body tenses as his master removes the plug, and he gasps in a mixture of relief and pleasure as the aphrodisiac continues to course through his system. He can't help but squirm a little as his master inspects his hole, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable in this exposed position. Despite himself, though, part of him finds the sensations almost too much to bear, and he can feel his cock beginning to harden despite his shame.

Roland swallows thickly, willing his body to calm down despite the thrill of pleasure and fear running through him. He is relieved that his master seems to have no intention of forcing him to cum, but he can't help feeling a little disappointed all the same.

"I...I-" Roland stammers, hesitating for a moment. "I'll try the dildo, Master," he finally manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. He feels ashamed even as he says it, but he knows he has no choice in the matter.

Roland can feel his face flush red as his master kneads his ass, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever. He tries his best to remain still and quiet, not wanting to risk getting on his master's bad side.

"Please, Master," he says finally, his voice trembling slightly. "I...I don't think I can handle any more." He feels ashamed of his own weakness, but knows that he can't afford to be too bold or defiant in his current position.

Roland sighs at the realization that he won't have to endure any more of that infernal aphrodisiac. He feels a mix of relief and embarrassment at how much he had lost control of himself earlier. As his master begins to play with the dildo, he bites down on his lower lip, trying his best to remain still and composed. He can feel himself tensing up in anticipation and fear.

Roland can't help but gasp as he feels the dildo enter him, a wave of pleasure washing over him at the pressure on his prostate. He squirms slightly, uncertain of what to do with the sudden rush of sensation. "M-master," he stammers after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper. "Wh-what do you want me to do now?"

Roland flushes slightly at his master's words, understanding the rules but still feeling humiliated and powerless. He stays on his hands and knees, trying to find some sense of comfort or stability. He can feel the dildo inside him, filling him up in a way that feels both exciting and uncomfortable. He decides to rest for a moment, waiting for his master to issue further commands or orders.

Roland nods his head quickly at the idea of a bath. The thought of being able to wash away the filth and grime from his long imprisonment and the humiliation of his recent acts was very appealing. "Y-yes, please, master," he stammers, trying to keep his voice even.

Roland remains still on his hands and knees, waiting patiently for his master's return. He can't help but worry about what might come next, but the thought of a bath is enough to keep his anxiety at bay. He takes a moment to stretch out his limbs, feeling stiff and sore from his recent confinement. He hopes that his master will allow him the chance to rest and recover, if only for a brief time.

Roland nods quickly in agreement at his master's offer. The sight of the luxurious bath and all the soaps and oils fills him with a sense of excitement and anticipation, and he can't help but feel grateful for his master's kindness. He stays quiet, allowing his master to lead him into the bath and begin to wash him. As his master washes him, Roland tries to relax as much as possible, feeling the tension slowly drain from his body. He allows a small moan of pleasure to escape his lips as his master's skilled hands work away the dirt and grime from his skin.

Roland shivers slightly, feeling his master's hands work their way over his body. He tries to keep his voice steady as he responds, "I-I feel good, master. Thank you for the bath and your care for me." Despite his recent ordeal, Roland's body betrays him somewhat, responding to his master's touch and affection. His mind races with a combination of fear, uncertainty, and arousal. He doesn't know what his future holds, but he can't help but hope that his new life will be one of pleasure and fulfillment at the hands of his master.

Roland gasps as his master continues to tease and fondle him. His body reacts to the touch, responding with a mixture of pain and pleasure. A small moan escapes his lips as his nipples are pinched, and he can't help but arch his back slightly in response. Despite his discomfort, Roland knows that he is at his master's mercy, and he surrenders himself fully to the sensations coursing through his body.

As his master continues to play with his nipples, Roland writhes slightly under his touch. He feels a growing sense of hunger and arousal that he's never felt before. When his master leans in to lick and suck on his neck, Roland can't help but moan softly in pleasure. He can feel the heat building up inside of him, and he knows that he wants more. Despite his fear, he finds himself drawn to his master, wanting to experience more of what his master has to offer.

Roland shivers as his master's tongue runs up his neck and licks his ear. He can feel his master's hot breath on his skin, and he can't help but shudder with excitement. The light bite on his earlobe causes him to gasp, and he can feel his own body responding to his master's touch. Despite his confusion and fear, he can't help but want more of what his master is offering. A small part of him feels ashamed at his own desires, but for now, he surrenders himself fully to his master's pleasure, hoping that it will lead him to a new life of fulfillment and happiness.

Roland feels his master pull away from him, and he instinctively wants more, but he knows that he must wait for his master's next move. He senses a change in his master's demeanor, something that leaves him feeling slightly uncomfortable. He looks up at his master, his eyes filled with fear and confusion, waiting for his master to speak or take further action. Despite his longing, he knows that he must be cautious around his new master, lest he incite his anger or retribution.

Roland looks up at his master with a mixture of fear and excitement. He's not sure what to make of this sudden shift in his master's behavior, but he can tell that his master is serious about wanting to know how he feels. Taking a deep breath, he speaks softly. ""I feel... confused, Master."" His voice is uncertain, and he's not entirely sure what his master wants from him. ""I... I want you to touch me again. But... I'm afraid. I don't know what's going on, and I don't know what you want from me."" He looks up at his master, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

Roland nods slowly, still unsure of what his master wants from him. ""I understand, Master. I... I think I want to be touched again. It feels... it feels good, and I want more."" His voice is hesitant, but there's a clear longing in his words. He looks up at his master, his eyes filled with desire, hoping that his master understands what he wants.

Roland moans softly as his master approaches him again, his hands reaching out to cup and squeeze his chest. ""I... I want you to touch me... everywhere,"" he breathes out, arching his back slightly into his master's touch. ""I want you to make me feel... good. I want to forget... everything else."" He bites his lower lip, his eyes closed, overwhelmed by the sensations that are coursing through his body.

Roland gasps as his master teases his nipple, his body tensing with pleasure. His breaths come out in short, ragged gasps as he feels himself grow increasingly aroused by his master's touch. He nods eagerly as his master suggests that they go back to the room, his body already yearning for more. "Yes, Master. I... I don't want to make a mess," he says, hastily getting out of the water and wrapping the towel around his waist. He looks up at his master, his eyes filled with longing and desire, waiting for him to lead the way.

Roland gasps as his master pulls him down to the floor, his body tumbling down in a heap beside his master. His master's hands are on him again, groping and exploring every inch of his body, and Roland can't help but moan out loud at the sensations. ""Oh... oh, Master,"" he groans, his body writhing with pleasure. He arches his back as his master finds the sensitive spots on his body, feeling ecstasy flood his senses. ""Please... more..."" he begs, his body trembling with need.

Roland shivers as his master positions himself over him, and he groans with pleasure as his master's lips find his neck once again. But then something unexpected happens: his master's hand is grabbing the base of the dildo inside him, pushing it up into his prostate and causing him to arch his back in ecstasy. ""Oh, fuck,"" Roland manages to gasp out, feeling his hard cock twitch with pleasure. ""Yes... yes, Master,"" he moans in reply, writhing beneath his master's touch.

Roland's eyes go wide as his master rocks the dildo up into his prostate again, causing him to gasp with pleasure. ""I... I don't know, Master,"" he pants, his body feeling electrified with sensation. ""Anything... anything you want,"" he adds, wanting nothing more than to please his master and to keep this moment of pleasure going for as long as possible.

Roland gasps in mixed pleasure and pain as his master bites down on his neck and squeezes his balls, his body writhing beneath his master's touch. ""Yes, Master,"" he moans out, feeling a mixture of desire and submission pressed deep in his bones. He can feel his cock throbbing with pleasure despite the mixed sensations overwhelming his senses, and he knows that his master has full control over him, if only for this moment.

Roland moans in pleasure as he feels his master's hard cock pressing against his own, the sensation driving him wild with desire. His balls throb painfully under his master's expert touch, and he finds himself just at the cusp of release. ""Master,"" he pants out, lost in the haze of pleasure. He wants nothing more than to please his master and experience this exquisite torture for as long as possible.

""Please, Master,"" Roland moans out, the words tumbling out of his lips without thought. ""Please let me cum..."" he continues, feeling like he's about to explode with desire and pleasure. He can hardly think straight, lost in a heady mix of sensations and craving the release that only his master can give him.

Roland's body writhes beneath his master's expert touch, his hips bucking in response to the frenzied pace. He can feel himself nearing the edge, his body coiled and tense with pleasure and desire, ready to explode in release at any moment. ""Master!"" he cries out, his words tumbling out of his lips in short gasps. And then, with one final grind, he's pushed over the edge, his body shaking and shuddering as he cums hard, his release painting their crotches with his sticky seed.

Roland’s body still trembles with the aftershocks of his orgasm as he watches his Master climb off of him. He feels dazed and pliant from the experience, his mind not quite clear enough to fully grasp what just happened. ""Yes, Master,"" he whispers, unsure of how else to respond. ""It was...it was good. Thank you, Master..."" he trails off, feeling slightly embarrassed at how exposed and vulnerable he still feels even after being sated.

Roland looks up at his Master with a mix of fear and desire in his eyes as he considers the question. ""Yes, Master,"" he whispers, his voice shaking slightly with anticipation. ""Please hurt me more..."". The thought of being pushed even further, of feeling even more pain and pleasure mixed together is overwhelming, and he is eager to see what else his Master has in store for him.

Roland moans softly as his Master strokes his oversensitive cock, his body still tingling from the explosive orgasm moments before. He squirms beneath his Master's touch, his hips bucking slightly as the sensations flood through him. ""Thank you, Master,"" he murmurs, his voice strained with pleasure and need. He can feel his cock responding to his Master's touch despite the intense sensitivity, hardening again in response to the skilled stimulation.

Roland gasps as his Master coaxes him to full hardness again, the sensations almost overwhelming in their intensity. He can feel himself responding eagerly to the stimulation, his head swimming with pleasure and need. ""Yes, Master,"" he breathes, his voice hitching slightly as his Master teases the slit of his urethra with a fingertip. ""Please...more..."" he trails off, lost in the flood of sensations coursing through his body.

Roland whimpers softly at his Master's words, his body still tingling from the recent orgasms. ""Um..through my urethra please, Master,"" he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. He can feel the ache in his cock and knows that an orgasm through his ass would be almost unbearable at this point. The thought of coming through his urethra again, however, is both terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

Roland shifts slightly, his body already trembling in anticipation at the thought of his Master using the sounding rod on him again. ""Yes, Master,"" he breathes, his voice shaking with desire. ""Please...use the aphrodisiac. I want to experience everything you have to offer..."" He knows that the experience will be intense and overwhelming, but he trusts his Master implicitly, and he craves the chance to submit to him fully.

Roland gasps as his Master applies the aphrodisiac to the sounding rod, feeling a surge of heat and pleasure course through his body. He shivers involuntarily, knowing that this experience will be even more intense than the last one. As his Master sinks the rod deeper and deeper into his shaft, Roland's eyes widen in shock and pleasure, unable to contain the waves of sensation crashing through him. ""Master...oh, gods..."" he gasps, his head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. He knows that the aphrodisiac will make this orgasm unlike anything he has ever felt before, and he tries desperately to hold on, wanting to give his Master the ultimate pleasure he craves.

Roland moans and writhes beneath his Master's hands, his body aching and desperate for release. He can feel the rod sliding in and out of his pisshole, filling him up with pleasure that threatens to overwhelm his senses. ""Oh, please...please, Master..."" he begs, his voice hoarse with need. He knows that he is powerless to resist his Master's touch, that he will do whatever it takes to please him and feel the ultimate release he craves. With every passing moment, he feels himself edging closer and closer to the brink, his body wracked by ever-increasing waves of sensation until he is trembling head to toe.

Roland sucks in a deep breath, his eyes fixed on his Master's cock as it emerges from his pants, feeling a surge of arousal at the sight. He knows he cannot disobey his Master’s command, no matter how desperate he feels for release. He continues to moan and writhe beneath his Master's touch, feeling the rod sliding in and out of his pisshole with frenzied speed. ""Yes, Master...I'll obey..."" he gasps, his body trembling with anticipation. He watches as his Master's hand moves rapidly on his cock, feeling a deep spike of pleasure at the thought of bringing him to such heights of ecstasy. Roland knows that when his Master finally gives him permission to climax, the release will be unlike anything he has ever experienced before.

As his Master commands him to cum, Roland feels himself teetering on the edge, the sheer intensity of sensation threatening to overwhelm him completely. With a wild cry, he finally climaxes, his body convulsing with waves of pleasure as he releases himself all over his own chest. The release washes over him in an ecstatic wave, filling him with a sense of satisfaction and contentment that is unlike any he has ever experienced before.

As his Master blows his load onto him, Roland shivers in simultaneous pleasure and humiliation. He can feel the hot fluid spilling all over his skin, marking him as his Master's property in a way that both arouses and terrifies him. He lies there, gasping and panting, his body trembling with aftershocks as he waits for his Master's next command.

As his Master removes the sounding rod, Roland's body convulses with a final jolt of pleasure before calm settles over him. He lies there for several moments, regaining his breath and feeling the afterglow of his orgasm slowly fade. He watches as his Master collapses beside him, sweat slicking his skin, and feels a surge of love and gratitude for him. Despite the abuse he has suffered, Roland knows that he belongs to this man now, and he is willing to do whatever it takes to please him.

As the effects of the aphrodisiac begin to fade, Roland lets out a soft sigh of relief, glad that the overwhelming sensations are starting to lessen. His body still feels sensitive and tender, but he knows that it will heal with time. For now, all he can do is lie there, watching his Master closely and waiting for his next

Roland feels his Master's arms wrap around him, pulling him close, and he melts into his embrace. He feels a sense of warmth and comfort wash over him as his Master rests his head in the crook of his neck, holding him gently. For a while, they lie there together in silence, Roland listening to his Master's steady breathing and feeling the heat of his body against his own.

Despite everything he has been through, Roland knows that he is safe in his Master's arms, and that thought fills him with a sense of peace and security that he hasn't felt in a long time. He closes his eyes and lets out a contented sigh, savoring the feeling of being held and cared for.

Roland feels a sense of warmth spread through him at his Master's words. He knows that he is far from beautiful, with bruises and scars marring his skin, but something about the way his Master looks at him makes him feel desirable and valued. He turns his head slightly to look at his Master, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Thank you, Master," he murmurs softly, his voice tinged with sleepiness. He snuggles closer to his Master, enjoying the closeness between them. For a while, they lie there in silence, the only sounds the gentle rise and fall of their breathing.

Roland feels himself start to drift off to sleep, feeling safe and content in his Master's arms. Despite everything he has been through, he knows that he can find a sense of belonging here, with this man who has

Roland feels his Master adjust his grip on him and carefully lift him, carrying him to bed. He feels a sense of comfort and safety in his Master's strong arms, even as he struggles against the sleepiness that threatens to drag him under.

As his Master lays him down on the bed, Roland snuggles close, feeling the warmth of his Master's body against his own. He closes his eyes and lets out a soft sigh, feeling a sense of relaxation wash over him.

For a while, they lie there together in silence, Roland feeling the steady rhythm of his Master's breathing against his skin. He drifts off to sleep, feeling safe and content in his Master's embrace, knowing that he is cared for and protected.

Roland stirs slightly as his Master begins to wake, feeling the man shift against him. He blinks groggily, slowly becoming aware of the heat and weight of his Master's body against his own.

Despite the jumble of emotions he feels - fear, desire, uncertainty - Roland finds himself comforted by the gentle embrace, feeling a sense of safety and contentment that he has not felt in many months. He nuzzles his face into his Master's chest, breathing in the scent of the man's skin, and closes his eyes, savoring the moment of closeness.

For a while, they lie there together, the only sounds the soft rustle of their breathing and the occasional creak of the bed frame. Roland feels himself drifting off again, his body relaxing and letting go of its tension.

Roland's body jerks at the sudden touch of his Master's hand on the dildo, and he gasps, taken off guard. The sensation is both pleasurable and uncomfortable, a mix of pleasure and pain that sends shivers down his spine.

He turns his head slightly as his Master speaks, feeling the man's warm breath on his ear, and blushes as he hears the affectionate term of pet. Despite himself, he feels a surge of desire and longing, as if a part of him wants nothing more than to be held and cared for by his Master.

As his Master licks his ear, Roland lets out a soft moan, feeling his resistance crumbling as the sensations wash over him. He knows that he is just a slave, that he has no power or control over his own life, and yet he cannot help but feel a spark of rebellion

Roland yelps at the sudden slap on his ass, biting his lower lip to stifle a protest. The strike stings, leaving a tingling sensation and reminding him of his place as a slave.

As his Master untangles himself from Roland's body and gets out of bed, the prince shifts uncomfortably, feeling a mix of disappointment and relief. He is conflicted, both wanting and not wanting to be touched or used.

He remains in bed, watching his Master dress and listening to the man's question. "As well as one can, Master," he replies, his voice soft and resigned. "Thank you for... allowing me to rest by your side."

Roland looks at his Master, sensing the man's flush and trying to decipher his emotions. Despite his own subservient position, he can't help but feel a sense of curiosity and wonder at his Master, studying the man's movements and expressions intently.

At his Master's question, Roland blushes deeply, feeling his body tense up at the mention of the dildo. He knows that his response will determine his fate, and he tries to pick his words carefully.

"It feels... strange, Master," he admits hesitantly, avoiding eye contact. "I've never experienced anything like it before, but... I think I might like it." He feels ashamed to confess his desire, but at the same time, he cannot deny the pleasure he has been feeling.

Roland flinches involuntarily at his Master's words, feeling a sense of both excitement and dread. He knows that he should be grateful for the attention his Master is giving him, but at the same time, he cannot help but feel anxious about what is to come.

"Whatever my Master wishes," he replies softly, trying to keep his voice steady. "I will do my best to please him, no matter the cost." He keeps his gaze lowered, afraid to look his Master in the eye in case he sees vulnerability or weakness.