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Jeremy grabs the leash firm at the collar. “Boy. It’s not polite to hump.”
“…But you look so pretty Sir.”
Jeremy tries not to smile but it’s very hard. “That’s not the right answer boy.”
“My apologies Sir. I’ll try to keep my arousal under control. I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“You keep it under control, or I’ll do it with bars and chains and rope. Heel.”
The boy sits up straight at Sir’s side.  "Will do Sir.“
"Good boy. Remember, good behavior can move up your milking date.”
“Very good reminder Sir,” the boy says. He feels suddenly very foolish for letting his training slip and embarrassing him. He wants to be a good boy.

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“Still adjusting boy? I know for so long you held onto some smug sense of superiority about your cock being bigger than mine…but now that I’ve pushed it up and locked it in that tiny thing, I’m bigger. I’m in charge. I hold the leash to your collar, and you will obey me or be punished. Get a good look at it boy – my small cut cock is bigger than yours, and yes, you will be worshiping it soon.”

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“You found him?” I repeat.
“Uh huh, just wandering around the streets, when I was out on my beer run,” Sully explains.
“Poor thing, he’s in shock,” Marcus adds.
“It’s pretty cold tonight.”
“He’s cute, can we keep him?” Marcus asks.
“Marcus, he’s not a puppy. Sully, did he say anything?”
“He just said that his Master got mad at him for ‘getting in the way’ and told him to take a long walk. He got lost. Then he clammed up, said he’s not allowed to speak to men without permission.”
I cup his chin, check his teeth. “He’s well cared for. Well-nourished. No scars or burns. Not neutered.”
Sully sips his beer. “Should we call the cops?”
“No, he’ll stay here tonight, where it’s warm and safe. If this slave meant so much to his Master, he would not have sent him out so late at night for something so unspecific. That’s how slaves get kidnapped on the black market. I’m going to make that Master fret all night about his boy.”
“Are you sure we can’t keep him? Sully never does the dishes around here.”
“Marcus!” I sigh. “No. He’s got a collar on. If we kept him, that’d be considered theft of property.”
“…But he looks so cute with that rope we found.”
“Why don’t you just get a puppy?” Sully wonders.
“I should, shouldn’t I?”
“Alright, it’s time we all went to bed.” I stand up.
“Can he sleep in my room?”
“He’ll sleep in the guest room, on that futon in there.”

“Thank you Sir, that’s kind of you.”
Everyone looks at the slave boy.
“It’s important that you’re well rested. An exhausted slave is useless.” I reply with a shrug. “Are you finished with your broth?”
“Yes sir.”
“Alright, bed time then. We’ll work this out in the morning.”

We tidied up the living room and trooped upstairs. After we put the boy down to bed, Marcus asked me again. “Are you sure we can’t keep him?”
I told him ‘no’ for the millionth time, and told him to go adopt a puppy.

If I had known that said Master had sent his boy outside to purposely “get kidnapped” by blackmarket slave traders in exchange for a huge pay-out, I would have never gotten involved. Because they would come looking for him, and we would put up the fight of our lives just so one slave could have a good home because, well, we grew attached him. He even got along well with our new puppy.

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“Check this out. My friend did a filter thing on it. Cool pic huh?”
“Jesus, Sam, ya fat bastard, look at ya! You’re a stud!”
I laughed. “Alpha male, I tell ya. It’s one of my favorite shots. Just me and my boys.”
“Why is the dog in front?”
“Well, he’s better trained and better bred. He’s got papers. The slave back there I just took in – he’s a Latin mutt. Last Master turned him in due to overcrowding. Badly trained and growly. I put him in his place in those first three days I’ll tell you what,” I laughed again. “You see how resigned he looks?”
“Ya?”
“Cause he knows he’s under the dog.”
“Aaaahhh.”
“It’ll be good for him. Already showing some improvement already. He’s food fixated, so if you promise him food, he’ll do almost anything. Yep, he’s a good boy. Love him already.”

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You don’t take a kid into a toy store unless it’s on purpose because you know your kids will want you to buy everything in the store. When taking the slave for a walk, same principle applies. Avoid all bondage stores, piercing stores, shoe stores… When you’re a well recognized face in the neighborhood though, it’s hard to just stroll past these places without saying hello.

When we walked past the store where we bought what he was wearing, Max, the owner, was standing outside. He greeted me with a big hug and thud on the back and took us inside to show us the new line of books he was carrying. Well, there were a lot of pretty men in this books and I got more than l little distracted. When I looked up, my slave was crouched by the jewelry cabinet and was giving me those puppy eyes. Of course, he saw something he wanted. Of course. It’s so hard to say no to him, he’s such a good boy.

…and yes, I bought it. A silver chain for him to wear for social settings where he couldn’t wear his collar. And I bought a book. I’m seriously a push-over outside the dungeon. But my boy is happy and that’s what matters to me.

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A submissive languishing with no one to hold the other end of the leash is an unfortunate situation. He just wants someone to keep him, to cherish him, teach him, but there’s no one to take the lead. No one to keep him warm at night, no one to appreciate his cooking, no one to control his cock. Won’t someone consider him? He’ll be a good boy, he promises. 

Any of my writer readers want to take him home?