The Pet Shop

by K D Grace

  Some of the Pets were allowed to fuck. The handlers picked and chose who was allowed sex with whom. Stella was never quite able to figure out what the criteria were, but watching the rut did little to ease the gripping in her engorged cunt.

  A dark-haired Pet who was heavily muscled and tattooed returned to Stella for another stiff and, when she leant back to allow it, his cock, which was already at full attention, surged. But before he could get more than a good sniff, Master took him by the collar and led him away. ‘Not yet, Attila, give our little Stella some time to get comfortable, then maybe later you can mount her sweet pussy.’ He caught Stella’s gaze and offered her a smile that seemed genuine, even slightly apologetic. ‘In the meantime, I see Cupcake has quite a swollen little pout. She’d be happy to service that hefty cock of yours, I’m sure.’ He led Attila, with his heavy bouncing cock, away toward a plump female rubbing herself lewdly against the seat of a garden bench.

  In the evening, when she was allowed to write down her questions, as she had been promised, she asked about what had happened that morning. The handler offered her a hearty blush and a knowing smile. ‘Tino happened this morning, darling. That’s what happened.’ Her breathless giggle made her seem even younger than she was. ‘Tino’s not noted for being a well-behaved Pet, and he can be very disruptive. Mind you he rarely associates with the other Pets, so that made his licking out the pussy of a Pet-in-training even more disruptive. And from the way you came, I’d say every Pet in the garden this morning envied you. Tino took quite a risk, actually, and probably got soundly punished for it afterward. Especially since he was with the Boss at the time.’

  Stella’s stomach did a flip-flop and she quickly scribbled on the paper, Tino was with the Boss?

  The handler nodded. ‘Strange that. The Boss usually chooses Tika or Daisy whenever he comes down on business. I didn’t even know he liked men. But then it was Tino, wasn’t it?’ Her giggle sounded positively girlish. ‘Can’t tell you a whole lot about the Boss, actually. I only ever met him in person when I interviewed to be a handler, and I was very nervous, as you can imagine.’ She affectionately stroked Stella’s thigh. ‘He seems to be in some sort of advisory position, but I’m relatively new here, and I’m told that what goes on above basic administration at the facility level is pretty hush-hush. No surprise there, I’d guess, since technically the Pet Shop doesn’t exist in the real world.’

  Stella was suddenly glad to have been assigned the young handler. She had the distinct impression she would have gotten far less information out of Master or Audrey, and she was learning a helluva lot more than she bargained for.

  She threw caution to the wind and wrote, Do you know who Tino is in real life?

  The handler shook her head, and her face became very serious. ‘No one knows who anyone is in real life. This is the Pet Shop. What’s inside stays inside, and even if Pets have connections in the outside world, what happens outside stays out. In fact, it’s forbidden to talk about the outside at the Pet Shop, even for those of us who aren’t Pets and are allowed to talk. Surely you understand the need for secrecy. Now,’ she glanced down at her watch. ‘It’s your bedtime, darling. You’ve had a rather unorthodox day, and tomorrow we’ll begin preparing you for your first outing with a keeper.’ She rubbed her hands together. ‘Such an exciting time for a new Pet.’

  She took Stella back to her room, settled her into her bed, and kissed her goodnight. She offered a little pout. ‘I’m sorry, darling, but I’m only a junior handler. I’m not allowed to masturbate you. But open your legs for me and let me feel your little pussy, and if you need to be masturbated, I’ll send in Master or Audrey.’

  But Stella curled herself on her side and feigned being tired. Oh, she was horny all right, but she didn’t need Master playing with her cunt right now. She needed to think, so for tonight, she’d just have to hold it.

  When Jan left, she relaxed into her pallet and stared up at the ceiling. So the Boss had intimate connections with the Pet Shop. No wonder he could arrange so easily for her to have such a magnificent Pet as Tino. On the other hand it made no sense whatsoever that he would do so, not with Tino’s reputation. And not for the benefit of a glorified executive assistant, no matter how good she was at her job.

  It was a pretty safe guess that he was involved in getting her into the Pet Shop then, and Anne surely must be too. But why? Why would they do that? Why would they have brought Tino to her in the first place? Surely they didn’t want to recruit her as a Pet. From what she had gathered, Pets didn’t have to be recruited, they paid handsomely for the privilege – something she would have never done even if she could have afforded to.

  She was still struggling to make sense of it all when the door opened. She could see a silhouette darkened against the moonlit sky before the door closed, then there were footsteps across the complaining wood floor, and the Boss knelt beside her with a leash. He clipped it into the D-ring of her collar and held her gaze. Then he stood without saying a word and she stood next to him, her legs suddenly unsteady. Was she going to have sex with him? Not that he wasn’t an attractive man, but he was her boss and sex would just add another complication she didn’t need. He led her out into the night, back along a narrow pavement, down a steep set of stone stairs and through a heavy wooden door.

  Before she had a chance to get frightened, the Boss flipped on a light switch and a cavernous room immerged out of the shadow into details she failed to notice. Her whole attention was drawn to the pallet on the floor in the corner where Tino lay naked, blinking hard at the bright invasion on light-deprived pupils. He yawned and stretched and wiped sleep from his eyes. When he saw her, he came to his feet expectantly. As always, it was impossible for her not to notice his lovely penis, already at half-mast and rising. He laid a hand against it, not like he was about to masturbate, more like he was taking the reins of a powerful beast.

  The Boss laughed quietly. ‘I can almost hear your fear and anger, Stella, and I assure you there’s no need for either. This is where Tino sleeps whenever he’s at the Pet Shop. Not sure why he prefers the dungeon to far more luxurious places a Pet of his status could sleep. Perhaps because he spends so much time down here anyway being punished for bad behaviour, and I assure you, he gets far less than he deserves. He unhooked the leash from her collar and nodded toward the big Pet. ‘Go on. If the two of you were magnets it would be easier to keep him from you.’

  It was all she could do to keep from crying out his name as he scooped her into his arms. Any further slippage of speech was stopped by Tino’s insistent mouth startling in its familiarity. Her throat tightened and her eyes welled as he took her face between large hands and kissed her repeatedly, ravenously, as though he would never stop. But when he did, it was because they had both become aware that the Boss was still standing there, arms folded across his chest, watching.

  When they stood staring at him expectantly, he grabbed a single metal folding chair from near the door and sat down deliberately. ‘Oh, I’m not leaving, if that’s what you’re waiting for. I did scheme to get the two of you together, that’s true.’ He waved a hand. ‘And I expect you to do whatever nasty things your libidos drive you to, but I expect you to do them while I watch.’

  He turned his gaze on Stella, whose insides suddenly twisted in a writhe of nerves. ‘My dear Stella, as a Pet, you’ll often be called upon by your keepers to perform sexually for them while they watch and have a wank.’ He scooted the chair closer to the pallet with a loud scrape of metal on the stone floor. ‘Sometimes they only do that until they get up the courage to join in the fun. Other times they really are voyeurs and get off on the watching more than the doing.

  ‘Me, I don’t need courage to join in the fun, which I may well do if I choose. But after the little incident between you two this morning, I haven’t had a minute’s peace imagining the fireworks that must happen when the two of you actually are allowed to fuck.’ He sighed happily and settled back into the chair as though it were a co
mfy recliner. ‘All I need now is some popcorn. Consider this a part of your training, Stella, and who better to help you with your homework than someone who’s an old hand at it.’ He nodded to Tino.

  She expected at least an awkward moment or two while they adjusted to the idea of fucking with an audience, but Tino simply ignored the Boss’s presence. He lifted her as though she were weightless and carried her back to his pallet.

  For her, the world had changed drastically since the last time she was with Tino. Now she was a Pet, not a keeper, a Pet in the presence of her alpha, and she acted accordingly. She presented her bottom, raised high, so he could get acquainted with Stella the Pet. She remembered with a half smile how he had sniffed her through her clothes, then incorporated his tongue in their first getting-acquainted session, how he’d had her on the brink of a blistering orgasm by the time Anne had interrupted them. It seemed like ages ago now.

  When he had sniffed and licked and taken in her scent, he pulled back and presented himself, first his bottom. She traced a gentle finger over the crisscross of the two welts from his lashing this morning and heard him suck breath between his teeth as she laid a trail of kisses over his wounds. Then she turned her attention to his lovely little back-hole, which clenched and relaxed. He offered a low belly grunt as she pressed her tongue to it, raked her teeth over it, then lapped at it. She felt his buttocks tremble against her spread palms as he pressed back against her, quivering with control. Then he sat back on his haunches, legs open wide, heavy penis and tight balls displayed licentiously for her attention. The summer desert scent of him raised pungent heat to the back of her throat as she tongued and sniffed beneath his penis and nipped and suckled over the bulge of his balls, with him working hard not to hump her face, but rather to allow her to explore, to examine, to reacquaint herself with his body from a Pet’s point of view.

  She could smell herself as she shifted on the pallet, she could feel the fluid grip and tremble of her cunt, pouting open to invite, then clenching tight in muscle memory of gripping and yielding and gripping again on a thick penetrating cock. And this cock – Tino’s cock – was exactly the cock she wanted, the cock her muscles remembered and ached for.

  With a half-snarl and a grunt, Tino shifted enough to bite her raised hip, hard enough to cause a sharp intake of Tino-scented breath, hard enough to make her whimper and raise her arse higher, like a flag of surrender. And Tino was more than ready to accept that surrender. He’d had enough getting to know each other. On hands and knees he moved behind her. She opened her legs and wriggled her bottom in anticipation, then she pressed her arms and shoulders down onto the pallet to force her arse even higher. In doing so, she caught a peripheral glimpse of the Boss, who had at some point shoved down his trousers and extricated his own erection. As he stroked and cupped himself, the chair creaked softly beneath the grip and grind of his bare arse.

  Then she forgot all about the Boss as the back of her neck was bathed in Tino’s hot breath. His hands slid over her hips, and after a few heavy slurps with his tongue between her splayed cunt lips, an unnecessary test of her readiness, he positioned himself. With a deep upward thrust, he pushed into her, expanding her to capacity and beyond, as he always did, until pleasure pushed pain and her head spun from the buzz of being so totally and completely filled with Tino.

  At first his thrusts were tentative, shallow, just enough to make her breasts bounce and jerk against her chest and her pussy grasp at him. But once he was convinced she could fully accommodate him, he rammed her full force, and she rammed back growling and grunting and arching against him. He tugged on her hair, he nipped at her neck, he howled his possession of her to any other rutting males who might be present. And she submitted to his power, taking it into herself in ravenous, slippery pussy gulps, until she collapsed beneath his weight in the heavy convulsions of an orgasm that exploded then rippled then exploded again. A split second later he stiffened and jerked and she felt his come spurting into her with each hard contraction of his penis. Almost at the same instant there was a grunt from the folding chair and the Boss stiffened and thrust his hips forward in the chair. His chest heaved, and his penis pumped squirt after viscous squirt of semen onto the dark stone floor.

  Stella was used to Tino recovering quickly, but she was taken aback when the Boss stood, stripped off his clothes and joined them on the pallet. He ravaged Tino’s mouth in a deep tongue kiss that took her breath away. Then he turned his attention to her, running his hand over her breasts with a cup and a knead before trailing fingers down her belly to curl over her mound and tease the hard node of her clit, making her jerk and whimper.

  ‘You were both exquisite,’ he said when he came up for air after another long exploration of Tino’s mouth. ‘I’ve never seen two Pets go at it with such raw animal lust. You’ve made me want to play. I’m sure you’ve already figured it out, Stella, darling. Tino and I are well acquainted, but you and I haven’t been properly introduced.’ He nodded down to his returning erection. ‘I think we should get acquainted, don’t you?’

  The spark in Tino’s eyes as she positioned herself to sniff the Boss’s crotch wasn’t jealousy. If she had to venture a guess, she’d say it was mischief. He offered her a smile as she lowered her face to take in the Boss’s more metallic scent. The Boss was thick and heavy and uncut, his penis nestled in a veritable garden of thick curls that were slightly coppery in the bare light. With a hard intake of breath at first contact, he pulled back his foreskin revealing himself. ‘You’re a lovely Pet, Stella. Hard to believe you’re just learning the ropes.’

  Of course she wasn’t doing it for him. She was doing it for Tino. Plus, she was intrigued and more than a little aroused at the thought of what the two men had got up to together last night. ‘Mmm, that’s nice,’ the Boss groaned, as she sniffed the length of his penis down to where it bobbed against his weighty balls. ‘Tino’s smell is all over you, and nobody’s heat smells like Tino’s,’ he commented. ‘But when it’s blended with your lust, Stella, darling,’ He pushed her away and rearranged her so her bottom was raised in his face, ‘well, my mouth positively waters.’ She let out a little gasp of surprise as he buried his face between her splayed lips. He wasn’t put off at the abundance of Tino’s semen cupped there, in fact if it had been ice cream he couldn’t have been more enthusiastic. ‘I love the taste of Tino on you,’ he said when he came up for air. ‘And his cock must be awash in your flavour. Taste him for me, darling. He’s hard again. Your mouth will be a welcome respite while he watches me tongue fuck your fat little pussy.’

  She was happy to take Tino’s offered erection into her mouth, and she did relish the taste of herself blended with him. She was half jealous of the Boss getting to taste Tino on her, and a little amazed at how much he seemed to relish the big Pet’s abundant flavour. Not that she could dwell on it too much, when it was obvious the Boss’s mouth clearly knew the way around a woman’s pussy.

  ‘Oh my, such a delicious cunt,’ he breathed. ‘I can understand why Tino couldn’t wait to taste you this morning, and he must have been waiting with a stiff cock all day, waiting for me to allow him to fuck you tonight.’ He shot Tino a quick glance. ‘And you’re needing to fuck her again, aren’t you, my dear boy?’

  She couldn’t keep from whimpering as the Boss parted her lips and shoved two scissoring fingers up inside her. ‘And oh, she’s so ready for you. Her pussy’s practically sucking my fingers she needs you so badly. Come, darling,’ he addressed Stella. ‘Lie down on your back and open your legs wide so Tino can mount you on top, so we can see the look on your face when he puts it in you hard like you like it. That’s a girl.’ He helped position her, and Tino shoved her legs apart with his knees. But just as he was about to thrust into her, the Boss ran curved fingers between her pouting lips and wriggled them in until the cup of them was liberally creamed with the combination of her juices and Tino’s semen. The second Tino pushed into her, the Boss began to massage their blended juices over and around th
e tight ring of Tino’s anus.

  Her first response was to squirm away in alarm, assuming Tino wouldn’t want such an invasion, but after all the Boss had said, she was pretty sure she was wrong on that count. Tino cupped his hands under her arse cheeks and pulled her further onto him, holding her gaze as he did so. His eyelids fluttered and he sucked his teeth as the Boss slipped a finger into his back-hole and chuckled softly.

  ‘Don’t worry, Stella, darling, Tino’s little bumhole is used to being fucked, though I daresay it’s been a while since he’s got it from behind while humping such a lovely cunt. I promise I’ll make it good for him, love. Tino, don’t you think our little fledgling Pet here would like to see what I’m doing to your lovely arsehole?’ He nodded to a high stool sitting in front of a mirrored wall in one corner of the room.

  Effortlessly, Tino scooped her up, still impaled, hands supporting her bottom, and deposited her on the stool facing the mirror. Her heart raced as she realised she had the perfect view of Tino’s gripping pucker.

  ‘Now, that’s better, isn’t it?’ From somewhere the Boss produced a tube of lube, which he squirted generously on his fingers. ‘Shall we continue with our little Pet’s education, then, Tino?’

  The view was like some close-up from a porn film as the Boss inserted not one, but two fingers into Tino’s anus, and she felt in her own belly the resulting grunt and tightening of Tino’s abdominal muscles. For a second his face scrunched into a tight grimace, then his chest flared and his eyelids fluttered, and the little sigh that escaped his lips let her know just how nice it felt.