“Well, well…our mousy little drug runner gone astray doesn’t have big balls after all.”
”Please don’t hurt me!”
“And
what, break our toys? I think not. Hm. Well you are too small to fetch
any real value on the market. I could sell you as a cheap fuck toy but
it’d be a bad investment for anybody. You wouldn’t last long; you don’t
have a body to take hard fucking.”
The young man whimpers.
“Heh.
Sometimes that makes people hard. You’re still soft as they come. You
are a coward aren’t you? Fucked up one delivery and just hid with his
tail between his legs.”
“I’m sorry I -”
“Quiet,” I snap, tapping
the strap against his thigh. “You don’t know how pissed my boss was
about that. I’m going to put you in chastity first and foremost until
you learn to be a man. Then, I’m going to have you work off that money
you lost as a houseboy to one of our more…esteemed clients. He has a
huge house, and always needs lots of help. Oh, and he needs waiters too
for his, you know, parties.” I smirk. “Might even see me there. Wouldn’t
that be funny?”
“I don’t-”
“Quiet. If my boss wasn’t so angry at
me right now I’d fuck you and put you right in your place, but he’ll be
mad if I send damage goods off. So I’m just gonna have to strap you a
bit, right on your lily white ass.”
“Please no!””
I scoff. “You
need to learn to take your punishment boy. Selling you will fix the
problem you caused. Giving you a red ass fixes your bad decision making
skills. And don’t worry, I won’t leave any marks. I’m very good at this.
I was taught well. Now…turn around. Sooner you obey, the sooner it
gets done, and we can move onto my favorite part – the chastity cage
fittings.”
The young man pleaded a soft “please no”.
“CUT!”
“How was that, Bob?” I ask.
“Fantastic! Very natural! Do you guys need a moment or can we keep going?”
“I could use some water,” Arthur requested.
A PA rushed up to hydrate him. I took a swig out of my own bottle. “I can keep going.”
Bob looked at Arthur. “You good?”
“Yeah,”
Arthur said. “Let’s move on to the strapping scene, I’ve been looking
forward to this all week. Also, it’s almost noon already. I want to get
to the milking and fitting scene as fast as possible so we don’t have to
use artificial lights.”
Bob nodded. I flipped Arthur around and rubbed some oil into his butt, then signaled Bob I was good to go.
“Alright, Drug Runner Domesticated, scene 3, take 1….ACTION!”
I grinned. “Alright, boy. I want to hear you count.” Then I raised my arm and gave Arthur what he wanted. God, I loved my job.
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Text is fictional.