Want Take Have - Chapter Three

[cyphersushi]

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Chapter Tree

Taylor fidgeted in the car seat as the two of them traveled through the city. It felt like it was years since he'd been outside the house and it made him a bit uneasy. Already he missed the warmth of the House and the comfort of Alona, Anton and the others in the sleeping rooms. His new master hadn't smiled yet and barely said a word during the walk to the car and the trip so far.

Hugh studied his new pet from the corner of his eye. The boy looked nervous and fragile despite his robust frame and for a second he wondered if he'd made a mistake again. Then he remembered what he'd seen on the screen the night before, how the Mistress of Pain had taken him apart and put him through more than Hugh had ever seen.

Taylor slid down on his knees the second they came inside the top floor apartment. He tried to keep his breathing calm and his hands from trembling. He knew this, he knew how to please a master. It was just... it was the first time he was without the sensory patch, the first time without a safety net. When Hugh had asked for it to be removed Taylor had felt a chill down his spine. He knew it was the common practice, it had been explained to him, but despite that he felt a bit afraid. He could still see the pale piece of skin where it had been and he swallowed. Hugh was silent, more or less ignoring him as he puttered about the place, doing something Taylor couldn't figure out with hearing alone and he didn't dare lift his head. He had no clue what his new master used as punishment and he'd much rather show him how good he was at pleasing someone than how well he could take a punishment.

Hugh waited for Taylor to make a mistake, to lift his head, to fidget or even talk. But he didn't, and Hugh had to admit he was almost impressed. He finished pouring his drink and sat down in his favorite comfortable chair.

"Come here." He watched the pet twitch before remembering and opening his mouth.

"How would you like me to move, master?" Hugh hummed appreciatively.

"Hands and knees." Taylor nodded and started towards him, his hands half sinking down in the soft carpet. He stopped at Hugh's feet, still not lifting his head.

"Let me see your face." When Taylor tilted his head up Hugh grabbed his chin roughly and looked him in the eye. "Know this. I am not a nice master, I don't pamper my pets. In fact, most of them don't last a week. I don't expect you to be different, no matter what the Mistress says." He expected fear but he got... excitement? That was unexpected. Hugh hmmed to himself again and let go of Taylor's chin.

"Suck me. You may use your hands." He didn't miss the slight sigh (was it relief or enthusiasm? Hard to tell) escaping the boy's lips. Hugh leaned back and prepared to enjoy his first taste of his pet.

Taylor almost fumbled with the fabrics until he got Hugh's half hard cock out of his pants and underwear. He was thankful he got to use his hands cause it was faster and he really really wanted to do something familiar in the middle of everything new. He licked his lips before beginning with a swipe from bottom to top and sealing his lips around the crown. Hugh shifted in the chair, leaning back more and watching Taylor through slitted eyes. He hummed with encouragement and Taylor felt his heart flutter with pride. He began working in earnest, lowering his head until the cock hit the back of his throat and triggered his gag reflex, making him pull up a little. Hugh's hum was a bit disproving this time but when he spoke his voice was still neutral if a bit huskier.

"Try again. Take as much as you can." Taylor looked up through his hair at his new master and nodded minutely before once again focusing on his task, he tried so hard to disregard the reflex of his throat but he could only take a little bit more before pulling up and focusing on letting his tongue caress every part of the head, flicking it over the slit. Hugh let him for a bit before moving his hand to rest on Taylor's dark blond curls pushing him downward.

"Again." This time tears rose in Taylor's eyes as he fought to get more of his master's cock down his throat. Saliva was running down his chin and he gagged repeatedly before finally having to give in and raise his head. Hugh held him down for just a second when he tried to pull away and Taylor got the message loud and clear. He was not in charge and never would be.

"We will practice more. Be glad I am a patient man." Hugh removed his hand again and let his head fall back, leaving Taylor to do try to get him off on his own. Despite the disappointment over not being able to perform perfectly to his master's wishes at once Taylor continued with great enthusiasm, hollowing his cheeks and letting his tongue find every sensitive spot it could.

When Hugh finally came Taylor swallowed as much as he could but some of the come trickled from the corner of his mouth and mingled with the saliva. He raised his hand to wipe it off...

"Stop." The voice was so commanding Taylor's hand stopped at once. "Good. You look good like that, like the filthy slut you are. Now, jack yourself off, put on a show for me..." Taylor whimpered slightly, he really liked the commanding tone and slightly different dialectal twinge his new master's voice had. He leaned back on his hunches and spread his knees, running a hand up his cock lightly, as if to tease himself, a thrill went up his spine and he once again felt a deep need to impress his new master. He let his other hand come down to fondle his balls, pulling at them slightly as he tightened his grip on his cock. Letting his eyes slid half shut he looked at Hugh who was regarding him impassively. A slight tightening of his hands on the armrests was the only sign of him being at all affected besides the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

Taylor knew how to get himself off fast and effectively or slow and sensuous, it had all been part of the training but it felt different this time, this was no training, this was his master who now held his life in his hands. A small moan escaped his lips as he slid his hand up and down his cock. Hugh was silent so there were no indications as to if he was doing a good job or not and that only made Taylor try harder. The hand not on his cock left his balls and traveled upward until he reached his nipple, as he pinched and twisted he moaned again, his head falling back a little. The double stimulation made him breathe faster and he trailed his blunt nails against the side of his cock before twisting his hand over the head and sliding his thumb over the slit. He got closer and closer and was let darker moans fall freely from his lips. His eyes only slits as he lost himself in pleasure and sped up his pace, tumbling towards the edge. Blood surged in his ears and he felt his muscles tense with familiar anticipation.

"Please, master, I... so..." His voice sounded cracked in his own ears and he forced his eyes to open more to look pleadingly at his master. He hoped he had pleased him and would be allowed to come.

Hugh looked at his new pet with more reluctant admiration. It was rare to see such a newly trained one able to keep himself so close to the edge and still remember to ask for permission. Good with his mouth too, perhaps there actually was more to this Taylor than just a pretty face and a high pain tolerance. Another broken please from the kneeling pet brought him out of his musings.

"You may come." Hugh was careful to banish any of the admiration from his voice as he finally answered. The keening moan that escaped Taylor as he loosened his grip and twisted his own nipple hard went straight to Hugh's cock. Damn the boy sounded pretty when he came. He watched as his pet trembled and spasmed, painting his chest with sticky strands of come all the while gasping for air. He looked damn near perfect and Hugh looked around for something suitable to bend him over.

"Get up, on the table and be quick about it." Taylor snapped his eyes open and scrambled to his feet. He was still trembling from his orgasm but he managed to get almost to the dining room table before Hugh came up behind him and pushed him the rest of the way with a firm hand on his neck. His other hand scraped through the come on Taylor chest before he held him down against the table top and kicked his leg to the side.

Taylor heard the rustle of clothing as Hugh got rid of his trousers and the slick sounds as he spread Taylor's own semen over his cock. The edge of the table dug into Taylor stomach but he didn't feel it as he trembled. The warmth of his masters hand on his neck spread through his body and curled in his chest. At the first feeling of blunt pressure against his entrance he tried to push back and he felt his master's appreciative sounds through the points that connected them.

"Please..." Even half muffled against the table his voice cut through the silence of the room. When Hugh pushed harder and slid home in a long steady thrust the words trailed into a drawn out moan.

"That's my good boy." Hugh's other hand came to rest on Taylor's hip, steadying him as he set a solid pace, pushing Taylor into the table with every thrust, relishing in the sounds he made and the way his muscles clenched around his cock. Grunting with every thrust now he wanted this to last just a little bit longer, to draw even more perfect broken sounds from his new pet but he felt the unavoidable surge of orgasm rise as he gripped Taylor's flesh even harder, feeling the hardness of bone under his fingers. He came with a roar and threw his head back, his voice mixing with Taylor's sharp cry.

Hugh pulled out and fell back into his chair. He tried to slow his breath down to normal as he closed his eyes. As the sound of rushing blood faded in his ears another sound made itself knows, he realised it was half-sobbing moans and he slit his eyes open to take a look.

Taylor was still draped over the dining room table, his still come-stained face turned towards Hugh. He wasn't restrained in any way and still he held the same position that he'd had when Hugh pulled out of him. He trembled still and Hugh could see his hard cock bounce slightly under the table. Quick to recover and very obedient... another thing to add to the list.

"Let's get you cleaned up. You are filthy and I won't let in your cage looking like that, sullying it up."

The perfectly warm water smelled of sandalwood and spices as Hugh guided Taylor to sit down in it. The wide bathtub took up most of the space in the bathroom and easily fitted the two of them. Where Hugh's hands had been rough and demanding before they where firm and gentle now as they cleaned the grime of Taylor's skin with a soapy cloth. Taylor felt himself relaxing into his masters chest more and more, any tensions seeping out into the waters. He barely flinched when one of those firm hands circled his cock and coaxed a final orgasm from him with just a few pulls. He arched softly as he came and then sank into the water again, into the arms of his new master. He felt sleep creeping up on him and when he heard Hugh's soft command to relax he embraced it.

He was barely aware of being dried off with soft towels and guided through the apartment until they reached the cage he'd seen earlier. The door was open and after a soft nudge he sank to his knees and crawled inside. Plush pillows and thin silky blankets filled the bottom of the cage and Taylor burrowed in, barely aware of the barred door clanging shut and the lock snapping in place. He felt perfectly at peace.

The two of them settled into a rhythm almost frighteningly fast. Mornings and evenings when Hugh was at home Taylor was never far away. He sat at his feet while Hugh watched the news, always ready at the slightest command. It didn't matter if Hugh wanted hard, fast and painful or slow and drawn out Taylor was there to satisfy, begging prettily and taking anything Hugh dealt. Eager to learn and eager to please and in some ways Hugh felt it was too good to be true. He tried to break his pet, he tried several times and while he succeeded in taking him apart Taylor was never truly broken beyond repair.

He had everything Hugh had ever wanted in a pet and that was scaring him shitless.

***

Things finally came to point one evening. Hugh'd been in meetings with lawyers all day and while that was enough to put him in a horrid mood he'd also found his favorite car broken into with a smashed window. He had other cars of course but the combination of the two events made him irritated and prickly. He slammed doors and ground his jaws together feeling a headache building behind his eyes. He really wanted to break something.

Taylor waited in his cage as usual and slid into the familiar ready position when he head the key in the lock. He regarded his master through lowered lashes and knew something was very not right. For once the shiver down his back had nothing to do with anticipation.

Hugh threw open the door to the cage and pulled Taylor out by his hair. He twisted his hand in the silky strands he'd washed so carefully the night before and dragged his scrambling pet with him to the couch. Pushing Taylor down into the pillows he roughly pushed three fingers into him and twisted, pressing against the pet's prostate and making him whine and squirm in his grip. Hugh knew he was being harsh and the fact that he even noticed that made him grind his teeth even more. He poured all his frustrations onto Taylor and stabbed his fingers into him again just to make all the feelings go away. It didn't work. Replacing his fingers with his cock and gripping Taylor's hips harder than he'd ever done before didn't either. He could see the bruises forming and the red lines from where his nails had dug into the soft skin and it should make the irritation go away but instead it just grew.

Taylor tried to keep his sounds to himself. This was different, this pain did not bleed into pleasure and he could do nothing to stop it. He bit his lip and tried to keep the whimpers to himself.

Hugh could feel the change in Taylor's body, he felt the tension and he hated it. Growling he pulled out and fell back into his chair. It was too much, just too much.

"Get out." Taylor tensed up even more at the words. Before he could process and comply Hugh spoke again: "Get the fuck out of here!"

Hugh turned his head away when Taylor dared to sneak a tear-filled glance his way. He didn't want to see the betrayal in his pet's eyes.

The whole way through the hallway Taylor hoped to hear Hugh's voice calling him back but in his heart he knew it wouldn't come. This was not a game, this was the end. He grabbed the clothes they kept by the door for when Hugh took him outside and reached for the handle. Last chance now, but still no word came.

When the door closed completely Hugh said in a whisper: "I just don't want to feel...anything"

***

Taylor curled into the oversized jacked and shivered. It was cold out here, the wind bit his skin where it was streaked with tears and he swallowed hard again. If only he knew what he'd done wrong. Why his master had kicked him out on the street. He knew he could do better. He had to.

There was a telephone number tattooed to his arm in invisible ink. He knew he should find a phone booth and let the machine call it for him, prompting the retrievers from Mistress Samantha's house to come pick him up but he just couldn't. Maybe if he waited on the street his master would come for him. Maybe he would let him make it up to him. He leaned against a wall, the cold from the bricks quickly seeping through the jacket. The street was empty save for a few other persons, probably abandoned pets like himself, standing leaning against lamp posts and corners. None of them were wearing much clothing but the cold didn't seem to bother them like it did him.

A car came slowly down the street and Taylor looked up as it came to a stop, hope flaring in his chest, but it faded again when he didn't recognise the man behind the wheel. This man was younger than his master but had the same stern face. His suit was immaculate and his eyes piercing and he was undeniably handsome. He leaned over as he lowered the window and called out:

"Hey, you, slut, come over here!" Taylor looked to the sides but there was no one else around. He figured the man must mean him and walked over.

He didn't see the second car who parked across the street.

Usually the interactions between masters and pets took place in private, in homes or at parties but now and again exceptions were made. No one looked twice if a master saw fit to punish his pet in public, or on the opposite end of the scale, if a master showed of an especially striking pet to the public. It might be crude and a bit showy to tell others "look what I have and you can't only dream of" but sometimes pride and hubris took precedent over common sense.

Taylor stepped up to the window of the sleek silver car and as he leaned over to look inside he got a better look at the man who'd called him over but what caught his eye was the female pet in the backseat. Her small frame and brown hair framing her pretty face made her look almost doll-like, she wore no clothes and her with her hands tied behind her back and her legs spread with a metal bar the bright pink vibrator secured between her legs came in focus. Despite it being turned off she still breathed hard.

"Eyes on me, whore. She's of no importance to you." Taylor pulled his eyes away from the other pet and as he did he heard her whimper. "My cock needs sucking and my worthless pet back there is not able to. Get in here and see to it." Taylor had his hand on the door handle before he knew it. Technically he didn't have to obey other masters but his own wasn't there and someone just telling him what to do felt nice and comfortable. It took away the confusion and Taylor didn't like being confused. He slid into the passengers seat and closed the door behind him.

"Well, get on with it!" The annoyed tint to the master's voice made Taylor swallow and start leaning over.

"May I use my hands, sir?"

"Yes, just hurry the fuck up"

"Master, please...I can... I'm... I'll be good, Joseph, I'll be..." The female pet's voice was clear and only a hint of breathlessness told of her position.

"Silent. You haven't deserved getting to serve me, remember this the next time you feel like talking back to me." The master, Joseph, turned back forward and leaned back to give Taylor access. He grunted softly as Taylor licked tentatively over the crown of his cock while glancing upwards to see the reaction. Joseph rested one hand on Taylor's head and he took it as encouragement and started working in earnest. He reflected in how different this Joseph tasted to his own master but he pushed that thought away and focused on doing a good job.

"Oh yes, that's it. Look closely Ellen, you might learn something" The woman, Ellen, whined deep in her throat at her master's words and Taylor could hear her struggle against her bonds.

"Please... I... AH!" The sound of the vibrator turning on cut through the car followed by Ellen's sharp cry.

"And no, you are still not allowed to come. Remember that." Despite not seeing it Taylor could hear the smirk in Joseph's voice. He shivered as he symphatised with the other pet. He knew how he would feel having to watch someone else doing the job that was supposed to be his. Joseph's fingers were warm against his scalp and they tightened pleasantly when Taylor hollowed his cheeks and increased the suction.

"That's a filthy mouth you have on you. Mmm, yes, just like that. Earn your pay..." Taylor hmmed in the way that Hugh always liked and got rewarded with a groan. Ellen's small but sharp moans came constantly now and Taylor could feel her eyes on him as Joseph's breathing got heavier. Another tightening of Josephs hands was all the warning Taylor got before the master filled his throat with come. He struggled to swallow it all and kept sucking and licking until the cock was clean and Joseph loosened his grip on his head. Ellen keened now and as Taylor glanced at her he saw her tremble in her bonds with sweat shining on her skin, she looked beautiful but apparently that had no effect on her master as he didn't even spare her a glance as he tucked himself into his trousers again and sighed.

"I don't really think this is getting though to you, Ellen, I don't think you are learning. No. Something else is needed. You, rent boy, get her out there and bend her over the hood right here in front of me." Taylor started to suspect what this man had mistaken him for now but he didn't want to aggravate him by refusing so he did what he was told. Ellen's skin was soft under his hands and she smelled sweetly of jasmine and the leather of the upholstery. She pleaded for Joseph to let her loose, to let her show him how sorry she was but he didn't even bother answering. Instead he addressed Taylor when he guided her towards the front of the car.

"Careful, don't wanna damage the paint job." The night was chilly and a faint wind made Taylor shiver.

Hugh sat in the darkness of his car and watched his pet fuck a tied up woman over the hood of a car. He saw how the man behind the wheel gave instructions through the open window and he could hear the woman's scream when she finally was allowed to come even through his closed door. It shouldn't excite him as much as it did. Taylor was his and seeing him with others should not feel this good.

The car drove off after Taylor had helped the female out of her bonds and into the passenger seat. As the light inside the car dimmed Hugh saw her curl up and her eyes falling shut, he also noticed the soft smile on the other master's face. He knew Joseph and he knew this was a fairly regular thing. It seemed it was the first time for this particular pet though judging from her reactions. Joseph was a collector, a connoisseur, and his harem was envied all over the city. Hugh was pretty sure this new acquisition would fit in just fine.

Even at this distance Hugh could see the many emotions that flickered over his own pet's face as he watched the car drive off. He sighed and turned the key in the ignition. He might as well go pick him up.

Taylor was just about to go back to the wall when another car stopped in front of him. His heart started beating hard when he recognized it as his master's and he scrambled for the door. He hesitated when he got it open though and looked into Hugh's face.

"Get in." Taylor obeyed quickly and had barely closed the door when Hugh pulled away from the curb.

"Tell me about it. Tell me about how you whored yourself out to the first pretty face that came along." Taylor snapped his head up and looked at his master, trying to figure out what he meant but he read no anger on Hugh's face, only a slight tension along the jaw.

"I... I was standing on the street, waiting for you, hoping you'd come back for me", Taylor started tentatively, "Then this man drove up and... wanted, he told me to..."

"Nice and easy, just tell me. Did he pay you?"

"Not at first." Taylor stuck his hand into the pocket on his jacket and pulled out a small bunch of crumbled bills. "But he gave me these before he drove off again, after I'd..."

"Good. It's about time you started being of any use." Pride and shame warred in Taylor's chest as he heard his master's words. He didn't have time to dwell on it too much through as Hugh prompted him to continue his story. He told it as best he could, trying to remember as many details as possible. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his words were having an effect on his master, the tension in his jaw got more pronounced and he gripped the wheel hard, only the bulge in his trousers hinted that is wasn't anger causing the reaction. As Taylor came to the end, telling how Joseph had made Ellen promise to never talk back again before she was allowed to come and how she'd felt when she spasmed around him. Hugh's comments and instructions became more and more growly and when Taylor fell silent he suddenly decelerated and turned into an alley. When he barked a "get out" Taylor's heart fell again. But he needn't have worried. Hugh followed him out of the car and before he knew it Taylor was pressed against the dirty alley wall with his master's warmth covering him, his breath ghosting over his ear.

"Such a good little whore aren't you, going out to earn money, bringing home stories of the depraved fuckers that pick you up. I'm gonna send you out again, and when you come home I'm gonna fuck you until you know you are mine again." Hugh flipped Taylor so he faced the wall and got rid of his trousers. Taylor cried out but pushed back when his master pushed into him and started fucking him hard. He babbled but the words made no sense, the rough wall scratched the palms of his hands and Hugh's grip was bruising his hips again but his heart soared. He was back where he belonged, serving his master.

Later, as he slid his master cock into his mouth, back in the familiar position on the floor in Hugh's apartment Taylor realized that it had only been a year since that first epiphany on the bus stop, he shivered a bit as he remembered the cold and the misery but then his master's hand was there, a solid weight on his head and Taylor looked up for a second and smiled. Hugh raised an eyebrow at the unusual action but let it go when Taylor went back to the task as hand.

In the end Taylor didn't regret his decision even a little bit. It was time someone took care of him and he trusted in Hugh to do that.