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Chapter 16
Albert and I went to the library to have a drink before dinner.
"He is getting there nicely, don't you think?"
"Yes, Albert, I'm really glad he adapts to it so well. Then again, that means we need to find new things for him every so often. We don't want him to get too used to it. No real routines and patterns or he will loose interest. We can't let that happen."
I leaned back in my chair, satisfied with the results of the day. Baby had had his daily doses of cum, he more or less let us do whatever we deemed right to do to him, he took his spankings and did not argue the diaper. That was a great step forward for him, I was really proud of my pet.
A knock on the door interrupted my reflection on the fun day I had with my pet; Edwards came in and announced a visitor.
"Sir, Dr. Jackson just arrived."
"Oh, he's already here? Show him in, Edwards. Could you arrange another set for him at the dinner-table?"
"My pet will get to it right away. Would you also like to have some entertainment for dinner?"
"Albert? What do you think, a little down-time from Baby and some play-time with Edward's pet?"
"Sure Peter, why not. It might refresh our energy for tomorrow. It's not going to be easy."
"I'll get everything ready then." He nodded and went to the door to let Matt in. He came in grinning like a cat that had just fallen into the cream bowl; he let himself drop into one of the chairs and just nodded his thanks to Albert who handed him a drink.
"Hey there guys, I hope you don't mind me showing up tonight? I thought I come here, eat one of Edwards delicious dinners, stay in a guest-room and get a nice early start tomorrow with our project."
"Not at all Matt, you know you're always welcome here. I'm glad to have you visit." And I was, Matt was fun having around. I really did want to share the day's news with him, so we could change the treatment-pattern if necessary.
"So tell me, how was your pet's first day with his new Daddy?" I got up to refill his glass and Albert started to tell him about our day with Baby. I only interrupted him twice to add a bit of detail to the story, but other than that, I kept quiet and enjoyed my drink, going through the images in mind along with the story. After he was done, Matt sat up and just looked at me.
"Wow, that sounds like a hell of a day for the two of you. And you say he started lactacting? That's wonderful, but we might need to go for another type of nipple-piercing then, we wouldn't want to accidentally hurt his glandular tissue."
"His what?" I looked at him, not knowing what he meant.
"The ducts that produces and stores the milk in his tits. We do not want to hurt that or the ducts that transport it to the nipple, so I think we should go no higher than an 5mm going through, we can make that up with a 16mm attachment like the nipple-stirrups I showed you, they are perfect for him; nice and heavy. Or if you would prefer a tube with a bar- bell going through that would leave almost half an inch of the tip free to be sucked."
"You're the doctor and you know we all do what the doctor recommends."
The door opened again and Edwards announced that dinner was ready to be served. We put our glasses aside and followed him to the dining-room. The long table was set formally and the centerpiece was Albert's toy-boy kneeling with a silver platter that he balanced with a bend holder that was stuck in his ass right in the middle of it. He was a beautiful looking, his skin pale, no tan at all, only his ass had deep red marks on it, Edwards believed that a pet must be spanked thoroughly to help him remember his rules.
His blond hair was bound back with a piece of leather, a ring-gag held his mouth open and made his spit drip into a small bowl set under his chin. He wore a harness that kept his arms cuffed on his back, the straps that held his cheeks spread wide were fastened on thigh restraints. Edwards had used an ankle spreader bar to display him in all his glory. I sat down at the end of the table, his ass in full view. The two straps that run down his crack to hold it open connected to his sac which was hanging low due to the four pound weight attached to it. His prick was at attention and tied tightly to keep him erect, a strap ran from his pierced cock-head to his nipple rings, not allowing him to move without being in serious pain. He was a piece of art.
Albert and Matt took the chairs to each side of me and Edwards started to serve us dinner. During the week we usually didn't make a fuss about dinner even though Edwards was an excellent cook and loved his kitchen, so we just had some Mediterranean Pasta and some salad, accompanied by delicious dinner-rolls served from the boy-platter.
"Sir, if you want, I will prepare dessert now."
"Sure Edwards, make it something sweet and creamy."
We watched as helped the boy down from the table by removing the platter first; the weights and the spreader stayed in place. He led him over to the side and told him to stay and not move until he was told. My butler left the dining-room to return shortly pushing a sturdy serving cart towards the boy.
"Now get on it bitch, it's time for desert." He made him lie down and tied his upper body to the blank metal surface. Grabbing the spreader bar he yanked the pet's legs up and pushed them behind his head, folding him in half. He attached a chain to the spreader to make sure the boy held still. What followed then was truly amazing. He took popsicle- like ice-cream and began stuffing the obscenely displayed ass, used sweet cream on his smooth balls and his erect prick, decorated his face and chest with mousse and fruits and stuffed his piss-slit with thin chocolate sticks.
"Gentlemen, Dessert is served." Smiling lewdly, Matt was the first one to get up and of course made a straight bee-line to the stuffed hard-on. He was really possessed with the idea of sticking things into penises. I went to the cream-covered face and started to lick up my dessert. I would leave some of it for the boy, but wanted it topped with some icing from my cock before I would feed it to him.
The pet was already moaning and panting, Albert had lost no time to get busy on his chest, biting and chewing his nipples making the fruit-juices mix with cream. The moans were abruptly cut off when I stuffed my dick into his mouth at the same time Matt was taking his tight ass with one forceful thrust. He was moving in and out of him, while I had my dick masterfully licked and tongued. Matt's hand was still on the chocolate sticks, pulling them slowly out and then push them back in fast. The slender hips began moving in rhythm with our thrusts, my dick was now being massaged and squeezed by the toy's rapidly working throat. It was wonderful; at that moment I almost wished my Baby would be that obedient and pliant so I could use him like that. But that was not to be, he could never be like the kid under us. Edward's lover had been with him for two years now and wanted to be treated like that. He liked being occasionally 'forced' to service other men, and he always took the fun out of it for me by thanking me for the 'fuck' the next morning. I shook my head to clear my mind and concentrate on the pleasure I received from the skillful blow-job. My balls were starting to tighten up, the all too familiar feeling of the oncoming eruption announcing my orgasm. I grabbed the boy by his ears and fucked his mouth, trying to shove myself in as deep as possible. He took me in, greedily sucking my cock, not even stopping when Matt rammed into him once more shooting his cum up his ass. One more thrust and I was there as well, I pulled out and came spurting my cream all over his face. Albert came around the cart, ready to take my place. He used his index finger to scoop up the mix of cream and cum and fed it to the boy who was eagerly licking and sucking on his finger. Matt decided he would take care of the nipples for a while, so it was up to me to fill up the boy's hot cunt. Edwards came to refresh his decorations, clearly pleased that we enjoyed his slave so much. And we started all over again.
I don't really recall how many rounds we had with the boy, I just knew that at one point the boy started screaming and yelling, begging us to be allowed to cum. His cock was swollen and had turned an angry red and finally Matt felt generous enough to use some of his special lube on the boy's prick and balls that made him howl in pain and let him have an unbelievingly intense orgasm, shooting string after string of pearly white cum until he finally passed out.
I went to sit down in the nearest chair, exhausted from my orgasms and the strenuous day.
"I don't know about you guys, but I think I'm going to turn in for the night, it's been a really long day."
"That's a good idea, Peter. Edwards, do you need any help with your boy? Want me to help you clean him up?" Matt turned to Edwards who started to push the serving cart towards the door.
"No, Sir, thank you. He will spend the night outside in the dog-house for punishment, so I won't be cleaning him up before tomorrow."
Well then, good night everybody, I'll check in on Baby once more and go to bed." Albert left the dining room right after Edwards, leaving me and Matt alone.
"So Peter, you're still set on your pet? You're sure you don't want one more obedient and submissive?"
"No Matt, a boy like Edward's pet is fun on occasion, but this doggish behavior is not what I'm looking for. What I need is the look on his face whenever we come up with something new for him. The fire, the pain, the lust and the hate. That is what I need."
"You will have that tomorrow. I got a surprise for you. Good night Peter."
"Good night Matt."