Testosterone-X Ch. 13

Master whisked Wren away from his new room well into the evening. The other pups had explored him to their hearts' content and he explored them in turn. He had missed the fun of rubbing cocks together, fucking and sucking off his friends. Training hadn't allowed for much play. Briefly, Wren wondered how his roommates were doing. He wasn't allowed to think long as he was led downstairs.

Master did not leash him when they traveled between rooms, something he was grateful for. He kept on his hands and knees down the hardwood stairs, then across the cool marble that led to Master's dungeon.

Quinn had explained that the pups were only housed upstairs. When Master wanted to have fun with one or more of his puppies, he took them down to the dungeon. There he had toys, implements, and even the swing Beau hinted at. Now Wren would see it for himself. It hid behind a heavy brown door, locked with a key that Master pulled from his pocket. Quinn had also warned him Master liked to draw blood sometimes.

The inside was like Jack's training room, but three times larger and decorated with all sorts of white and gold tools. There were no colored lights, just strips of warm white lighting that ran along the tops of the walls. In the center was a large circular bed, quilted sheets draped over the sides, and soft white pillows. The sight could only be described as luxurious. Even the swings were opulent. Gleaming black leather backed with soft fur hung from the ceiling in two corners of the room.

Wren felt out of place here. He had never been well-off, but this surpassed every idea of rich he could even dream of. His Master was someone who spent thousands, even hundreds of thousands, for the sake of his own pleasure.

"Come on, pup. You had your time to settle in. Up on the bed," Master ordered. He had been wearing a crisp white shirt and black pants, which he unbuttoned and dropped to the floor. 

Wren crawled over and onto the circular mattress in the center of the room. It was like kneeling on a cloud, his hands sinking gently into the material as he turned around to face Master.

Master stalked forward with nearly silent steps. He was lithe but muscular, age only starting to show in his skin and the graying hair of his chest. He wore only his glasses now. His cock was half-hard by the time he reached the bed. His balls hung low, coated in a fine salt and pepper fuzz, and dangled enticingly in front of Wren's face.

"You're such a pretty thing. I spent a lot of money to get a high-quality puppy, and I expect your utmost obedience and subservience." He cupped Wren's chin in his hand and raised the pup's face up to look at him properly. "Am I understood? Nod."

Wren nodded immediately, hair and ears flopping. He would be so good. He would-- oh he was hard already. His dick had wasted no time trying to prove itself. He wouldn't waste time either. He would be the best puppy Master ever owned. Master had paid so much, after all...

"Now present to me; I want to inspect those holes," he said, a sharp firmness in his voice that couldn't be disobeyed if Wren tried.

He turned his ass toward Master and lowered his chest to the bed. Master spread his cheeks apart and exposed his holes. His wet lips parted with an obscene slick sound to Master's fingers. It was so easy for Master to slip one digit in his pussy and curl it forward. Despite the previous hours of play, Wren found himself folding sweetly to Master's touch. He keened and wiggled his hips back. He wanted something thicker. The other pups had left him woefully empty, aching for a cock.

"So hungry. I saw you playing with your new friends. Do you already want more? You want Master's cock, puppy?" Master began to drag his finger in and out at a torturous pace. It made Wren want to scream, beg, plead for Master to fuck him.

Wren whimpered and nodded instead. He released a shuddering breath into the comforter. He clenched pitifully around the single digit inside him.

Master withdrew his finger and gave his ass a quick smack that left his cheek stinging. He yelped and buried his head in the pillow, but his tail still wagged. It was hard not to enjoy even the crueler parts of sex now. Where once he flinched, pain drove him to a higher plane of pleasure. Wren didn't know if this was a good thing or not.

Master pulled something from beneath the bed. He heard the familiar snap of a plastic cap. Cold, slick lube squirted across his ass. His asshole clenched in surprise and he looked back to see Master scooping a glob of lube onto two fingers.

First, his index finger rubbed at the tight, mostly unused ring of furled muscle. It warmed the lube and softened Wren enough to penetrate. The first push was always an odd sensation. He could only hang his head and bear the weird stretch in his backside. Then it doubled into two fingers and he was sucking in a breath. A low moan built in his chest. It was so different from having his pussy fingered but at the same time similar, familiar. His body still tried to suck Master's fingers deeper.

"My friends will have fun with you," Master commented as he fucked Wren on his fingers. He paused only to tug at Wren's entrance and pull him open wider. Then he resumed rubbing against Wren's inner walls. The fingers felt good but it just wasn't enough.

He wanted Master in him one way or another, ass or pussy. He just wanted something long and hard inside him. Wren bit his lip to muffle his needy noises. His hips wiggled back of their own accord, silently begging for more. Master was kinder than Jack. Maybe he would like Wren to beg more.

"M-Master," he sighed into the bed, "Master I-"

Wren was silenced with a hard slap to his ass. He jerked forward from the force of it, much more painful than the first time. His fingers curled cruelly inside Wren as a warning. He nodded and quickly shut his mouth. Master had not asked him to speak. He continued to whimper through the slow finger-fucking. Still, his tail wagged.

"Don't forget your place, bitch. I will not tolerate a mouthy toy. Your voice is as much my property as your body. You speak when," Master said as he pushed his fingers in to the knuckle. Wren's quivering hole stretched just slightly as if it might be willing to accept the rest of the man's hand. But not today.

Master had bigger plans for him tonight. Wren felt scolded, and a little humiliated, and he was glad none of the others were there to see Master reprimand him. He was only subjected to a few more minutes of ass-play before they moved on.

"Let's get you in the swing so I can play with you properly." Master brought him across to the corner of the room with one of the dangling swings.

He was allowed to stand up only briefly to enter the swing. Master wrapped his wrists, ankles, and thighs with the smooth, cold leather and hoisted him into the air. A thick band cradled his body. Wren felt a rush as he was lifted, the dizzying sensation of defying gravity. It made his head spin.

Master spread his legs apart and made a show of spreading Wren's pussy slick over his thick, uncut cock. Wren's little dick throbbed in turn. He was finally getting fucked!

It had been too long since Wren got dicked down, weeks before the auction. Jack wanted to make sure he was fresh and tight, a brand new toy for whoever bought him. Their method was certainly effective at making him hungry for it.

"Mm, pretty lips," Master licked his lips, "I almost want to kiss them." Wren whined at the thought. Shilo had been real eager to bury his head in Wren's pussy, and to suck him off until he was squirting. Master didn't use his mouth though. He positioned himself at Wren's dripping entrance and pushed inside.

Master groaned low and loud as he buried his cock in Wren. He took Wren's thighs in either hand and gripped so tight his blunt nails dug into their sensitive flesh. The pup gasped and tried to spread himself wider. It was far from the biggest cock he had ever taken, but after weeks of nothing but fingers, his thick length was enough to make his breath catch.

He couldn't wriggle back in the swing, only tremble against the leather and let Master dictate the pace. Wren would give anything to just ride Master's cock until he was spent and full of cum.

Master said nothing but pulled out until he was nearly empty, then thrust back inside. The first slap of their bodies together echoed in the dungeon. A ragged moan of relief was punched from Wren's throat as he did it again. And again. Each time he dragged out slowly and buried himself deep, it sent a pulse of heat through Wren's belly.

His own little cock stood up nearly straight, flushed red and desperate. He received only the barest contact when Master's hips met his. He throbbed and twitched like he was being sucked off.

"Oh yeah, I know a few folks who would pay good money to fuck a cunt like this, puppy," Master groaned. "We'll make sure you can't actually give us any puppies though. You're not breeding stock."

One of his hands pressed low on Wren's belly, just above his groin. The very idea seemed to make Master pick up his pace. His hips rolled hard and fast into Wren. The pup's whole body swung with the impact. The chains and leather jingled overhead. The hand still on his thigh pressed tighter, threatening to bruise.

Master fucked like a bull when he really got going. He put all his muscle and weight into using Wren's pussy like a fleshlight. He panted like one too. Wren felt like little more than a cocksleeve, a toy for Master to fill with cum and leave hanging. It turned him on even more. He was dripping wet and mewling for more cock, faster, harder.

Wren let the desperate noises fall from his tongue and Master didn't raise a hand to stop him this time. He wouldn't speak. He wouldn't beg. He would just moan and cry wordlessly.

"Such a good puppy, taking Master's cock." Master's words came half-bitten and dripping with lust. He had to be close if his thrusts were any indication. He was starting to lose his rhythm.

"So good. So good. Master's gonna breed your tight holes, mark you up. Everyone will know you're mine, puppy. You're my fucking dog. My- fuck- my bitch." His voice tightened with each word. He was breathing hard and sweat glistened on his shoulders and chest.

Wren practically howled with pleasure when Master came inside him. He did not stop his fucking, only drove his hips forward in short, deep thrusts that spread the mess he was making in Wren's cunt. Wren shuddered through his own orgasm, though it felt more like a fever.

He came with a weak moan, heart pounding and pussy throbbing for more. Even as his cock pulsed, sticky and warm, he spread his legs trying to draw Master in deeper. Unfortunately, it only worked for a minute.

Master slipped out and left him dripping cum onto the floor. It slid down between his cheeks and made him shiver. Each pulse of his body only pushed out more.

"Don't look so disappointed. I'm not done with you," Master warned him.

Indeed, his cock was still stiff despite the cum that dribbled from its tip. He hadn't flagged at all.

"Now let's see how your ass feels."