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Max Noble didn’t have time for pets.
He was a businessman on the go, in New York one night and Los Angeles the next, going back in time crossing time zones to be in Sydney, Australia and then be in Tokyo, Japan on the same night he had been in the States. Jet lag was for people who could afford it, and while Max Noble had money to spare, he had places to be and important people to meet, and their time was worth just as much money, if not more.
Max Noble didn’t have time for a dog or a cat or anything with fur. Dander made him sneeze and he didn’t feel like paying someone else to take care of, train, and feed a pet that he barely got to enjoy.
He needed something low maintenance. Something that wasn’t pawing at the pant leg of his expensive suits and demanding attention. Something that wasn’t leaving fur and drool and spit in inconvenient places. Something that didn’t interrupt meetings with whimpers and whines. Something quiet, pretty to look at, but still had some utility.
Max Noble liked the aesthetics of zen gardens, and testing chemical levels and trimming the smallest amount of duckweed out of tanks and ponds was a medatative process for him.
And with his restrictive schedule, a koi fish made sense. A goldfish made sense.
He took a moment, now, to lean away from his computer and stretch, glancing at the wide, one thousand gallon tank that stretched the entire wall on the opposite side of his office.
A thin, lithe body twisted in a nervous circle, skin pale and delicate. The wrists were bound to biceps, enveloped in orange polyester that made them look like wide fins, and the legs were bound in a white and orange-splotched polyester tail. The fin tips trailed in the water, elegant and expensive, and Max liked to admire the way they fluttered with the body’s movement.
It took a while for the boy to learn how to swim, that was true, but now, months later, Max could really enjoy the fruits of his own labor.
The set up was complex, and the boy needed extra care to make sure his skin didn’t suffer too much water damage. The first time Max had heaved his bound body into the water, he had thrashed and panicked, terrified of drowning, until the snorkel in his mouth and throat had kicked in the the flow of water triggered the pump of oxygen into his lungs.
The gag was complex, a bulb of silicon in his throat pumped wide enough to block the air flow but still soft enough for him to swallow around. The mechanics of it had been a pain to get right, but after a couple tests and tries, eventually it was perfect.
The series of filters were triggered by the flow of water, sort of like gills. It was impossible, of course, to get them to function in a way that actually filtered oxygen out of the water, at least, not at a rate that was viable for a human body. Instead, it just opened valves in a series of complex tubing, the almost imperseptable lines running down the boy’s back and into his tail, where a canister of O2 was stored.
It took the boy even longer to learn how to constantly squirm and then later, to properly swim, to keep the flow of oxygen even and steady. The filter in his mouth kept his lips in a wide, fish-like “oh” and it also kept him quiet. And his round, orange goggles gave him a bug-eyed look that made Max laugh to himself if he stared too long.
The tail, while seamless and perfect at first glance, was extremely delicate, hiding a complex system of pipes and tubes and electrical gear that plugged up his bottom holes. It meant the boy could spend days in the water before being brought out for stretching, and the chance for a bit more substantial food and the chance for his body to defecate normally--all under sedation of course.
Nothing to break the illusion of his new life.
Max had had many goldfish growing up, poor things kept in unfiltered tanks and bowls, doomed to be flushed down the toilet when his ignorance and lack of knowledge of fish care inevitably did them in.
Max had held many funerals, sobbing and crying his heart out while his father rubbed his shoulders to comfort him as his mother flushed the toilet and sent his small friends on their way.
Now that he was an adult, Max was proud to brag that he hadn’t had a fish die to neglect in his care, not even once. Each and every one lived out to a healthy lifespan, succumbing only to old age or an untreatable illness that a vet just couldn’t puzzle out.
In fact, he was so good in his care that he named his pets. Fish that usually spent their entire lives without a doting owner to coo and gush over them were named and cherished in Max’s eyes.
The beautiful mottled koi that was currently in his tank was called Sunny, or Sunset if he was being naughty, on account of his bright blonde hair that framed his face in the water like a halo, and his equally bright scales.
And Max decided he had earned a small break from his tortuous emails, a chance to relax and stretch his legs.
He stood, and Sunny’s wide eyes immediately locked on to the movement. The goggles were purposefully foggy and dimmed his vision, making him rely more on movement than anything else to track bodies.
He jiggled, giving a delighted little dance to turn himself around in the water as Max strolled over, but the gag and goggles meant he couldn’t emote very well. Max relied on his body language instead.
Max stopped in front of the glass, his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face, watching as Sunny wiggled his body to get himself off the bottom of the tank and to eye level with the man.
The goggles really were hilarious. They magnified Sunny’s big, brown eyes into watery bulges, and since they reduced his vision so much, Sunny had a habit of glancing back and forth constantly, struggling to see through the layers of glass and water.
It gave him a very dopey look, truly like a lost little fish.
“Hm?” Max said, sliding open a small compartment and pulling out a small container of flakes. He jiggled it in front of Sunny’s face, giving him a moment to figure out what he was holding before popping the top. “Want a treat?”
The small flakes were mostly colored sugar, fragile and crumbly just like real fish food, and Sunny always had to act fast if he wanted to get them in his mouth before they dissolved in the water.
Max reached up, popping open a small square on the top of the tank and collecting a generous pinch of the treat.
Sunny was already squirming upwards, showing off his thin, tight tummy and flushed pink nipples. He even rested his chest on the glass, using it for just a moment to give himself a boost.
Max couldn’t help but chuckle, sprinkling the flakes into the water and watching as Sunny wagged his head back and forth to get as many as he could through the filter of his gag. It only gave him a ghost of the taste of sweetness, but after eating nothing but the bland nutritional paste that made up his usual diet, he was more than eager for a variation of taste.
“There’s my good fish,” Max said, capping the flakes and returning them to their shelf. He tapped a finger gently against the glass to get Sunny’s attention again. “Hm? Blow some bubbles for me.”
He knew it was hard to hear in the tank, any noise of the office reduced to a muddled hum, but tapping on the tank meant only a few things, and Max already had his attention.
With a huff of his scrawny chest, he blew a gust of bubbles out of his filter, eyes watering as he lost precious oxygen. He was flailing a moment later, desperate to get it back before his vision went dark.
Max didn’t need to worry. The boy’s lungs had become strong during his months in the tank and it took more than a simple trick to actually threaten him. Instead, he pulled out his small remote, sliding his fingers over the variety of buttons before selecting one.
The only evidence that the thick plug locked in Sunny’s hole began vibrating was a curl to his tail, but even that quickly straightened, and he fluttered prettily for Max. He raised a fin, showing off his nipples and then flicked his tail playfully.
Max knew he was in strict chastity under the polyester, a cage compressing his cock into a small bundle, a practically flat disk perched on top of his balls. There was a slit in the tail, just like where a cloaca would be, that Max could finger and tease him, and it let his precum drain into the water instead of his tail.
Max was careful to keep the water clean and clear, but couldn’t help but shift, adjusting his cock in his pants as he slowly grew hard. He liked the idea of Sunny breathing in his own arousal, denied and perfect, puffing bubbles as the plug teased him and kept him on edge.
It was the most entertainment he got in his tank.
That, and when Max needed him.
“There’s my sweet guppy,” Max said, turning up the vibrations of the plug and watching the flutter of his fins as he struggled to swim.
His eyes were wide, a bit panicked, but Max knew he could handle it.
He had once left the plug on high, remotely activated through his phone, for a whole night as he flew back home across the world. The knowledge that Sunny was squirming and shuddering in his tank had kept him hard and on edge himself during the entire plane ride, and walking into his office, the early morning rays of sun spilling in through the window and making the water glimmer with rainbows and showcase Sunny’s weakly struggling body had nearly had him cumming in his pants.
He had taken a moment to appreciate the sight, Sunny spotting him almost immediately and swimming over to the side of the tank closest to him. He quietly begged for attention, bumping his nose on the glass and wiggling his fins, just as eager as any puppy to see his owner return to him.
Max had taken great delight in his quiet begging, the only sound in the room the tick of a grandfather clock on the far side of the room and the soft hum of the filtration system of the tank.
Quiet and perfect. As a pet should be.
Max loved goldfish.
He had turned up the vibrations even higher, chuckling at the puff of bubbles that gushed out of Sunny’s mouth, before leaving him to stew in his own juices, enjoying a luxurious eight hours in his own king sized bed while Sunny was edged even more ruthlessly.
Now, Sunny wiggled back and forth in his tank, entertaining him as best he could. Max’s attention was rare and a treat, and usually meant food and sometimes pets, a break from the boredom of a completely empty tank.
Max just satisfied himself with watching Sunny, appreciating the curve of his tail and the flick of his fins. His arms, folded into tight triangles, almost did pass for the real deal, and his hair fluttered even better than the polyester did.
“Fuck,” he finally gasped, unable to keep his hands off himself further.
He gripped his cock in his pants, giving himself a couple stroaks before groaning.
He could take a longer break from his work, the emails could wait, and he was pent up. He hadn’t played with Sunny in weeks, satisfying himself with escorts, some paid and some wooed at the bars he managed to frequent even with his strict business travel. Anyone was willing to give him a second chance with just a glance at the watches usually looped around his wrist, and Max’s good looks were nothing to scoff at.
Of course, nothing was better than a sopping wet guppy hooked on his line.
With a grin, he punched a button on a small control panel under the tank. With a wir of mechanics, a small panel opened in the back, revealing an entrance to a complex series of piping that stretched through Max’s huge mansion. It had taken months to install and rig, but it was worth it.
Dams could be opened and closed, directing Sunny to different tanks throughout the house and making sure he got enough exercise. A goldfish was to stay fit and trim, and Max knew that a healthy amount of water for a fish Sunny’s size was thousands, if not hundreds of thousands. He had a proper olympic pool that the fish sometimes was allowed to use, especially when Max wanted to swim with him, but the smaller tanks were easier to fit in different rooms of the house.
There was even a spot in a large greenhouse, letting Sunny get fresh air and a chance to peek his head out of the water through the duckweed and lillypads, squinting in the bright sun and blowing bubbles for Max’s entertainment while he enjoyed the flowers on land.
Now, Max opened the tubes to lead to the shallow pools located in a luxury suite with more comfort for him than there was for Sunny. Not that the guppy would be able to know until he swam there, and by then, the dams would close behind him, making sure he couldn’t slip out of Max’s fingers.
Now, his bobble eyes locked on the movement of the panel, and his training told him everything he needed to do.
With a wiggle of his hips, he dove to the bottom of the tank, barely having to pull in his fin arms to fit as he obediently took off swimming, going where Max wanted him. The panel slid shut behind him.
Max knew he could take his time. As strong as a swimmer as Sunny was, it would take him several minutes to reach the shallows.
So he returned to his desk, answering one last email before closing his laptop for the night. He shut off the lights on the empty tank and of the room as he left, undoing the buttons on his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves as he ambled through the arched hallways.
Every step closer to the shallows made his cock harder, the drag of his underwear over the sensitive head leaving him shivering in delight. By the time he pushed open the doors to the room that held the shallows, he was so on edge, only a touch or two would have sent him over.
He groaned in appreciation at the side of Sunny.
The shallows were only a couple feet deep of glass tank, inlaid in the floor to form a sort of canal system in the room. There were drains every couple feet, making sure that any water that sloshed over wouldn’t wreck the hardwood or the cushions, but otherwise, the small tanks were open to the rest of the room, no plastic or metal to lock the top and prevent Sunny from clambering out.
The shallows weren’t meant for long term holding of course, and since Sunny’s gag required the flow of water over the filters to activate the pump of oxygen into his lungs, there wasn’t any risk of Sunny escaping.
The door was unlocked, freedom only a few feet away. There were even wide bay windows, basking the room in natural light and showing off the fact that they were on the first floor and the manicured lawn leading out to a private drive. Slightly remote, but someone as fit and healthy as Sunny could cross it in seconds, slip through the cast iron gates, and be gone in a heartbeat.
If only he didn’t have fins. If only he didn’t need water to breathe.
He was stuck by something so simple.
Max’s little guppy.
He immediately spotted Max as he stepped through the door, popping just his eyes out of the water and giving him a froth of bubbles.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Max teased. He didn’t want water to ruin his expensive clothes.
He unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off and pulling the tank top he wore underneath out of his belt. His pants were next, folded carefully and set aside with equally as much care.
Sunny was bobbing his head, struggling to get the proper amount of water over the mechanism in his gag to give him enough air to breathe in the tight confines of the shallows.
Max carefully toed off his shoes, tugging off his silk socks, and finally he was ready for his fish.
He snagged two of the low cushions, relatively waterproof and great for his knees.
“Roll over,” he said, wagging his finger at Sunny as he tossed the cushions down and sank to his knees.
And just like the smart fish he was, Sunny heaved himself in a barrel roll, sending water sloshing over the edges of the tank as he went belly-up. It made it drastically harder to breathe, the tip of his gag constantly popping above water, but it let Max run his hands over the cool, smooth skin of his stomach up to his chest, and pinch his nipples.
It was easy to manipulate his body in the water, his weight cut drastically, and Max used just a tight grip on his small titties to hoist him up out of the water, just far enough that most of Sunny’s weight dangled from the small nubs.
He gurgled, gasping as his face was pulled out of the water, and for several long seconds, Max held him there, denying him air and letting the pain make its way all the way into his system. His fins flapped, slapping at Max’s hands, but there was little else he could do to struggle.
“Fucking slut,” Max growled, letting him drop back into the water.
Sunny gasped for breath as he finally dunked underwater, and he thrashed, body instinctively fighting for air and against the restraints.
Max used his confusion, stradling the narrow canal of water and gripping his hips. He flipped him over in the water, finding the slick slit in the back of his tail. It took a bit of maneuvering, shoving his fingers deep enough that he could tug the plug free of Sunny’s hole. The tubing retracted naturally, tucking it perfectly out of the way in the tail, and leaving his hole slick and gaping.
Max pulled Sunny’s hips up, dragging his tail out of water, and sunk his cock inside.
He shivered at the colder couple inches of polyester, having to work for the warm, wet clutch of Sunny. Max’s cock was plenty long enough for it. He fucked in deep and moaned as Sunny’s hot insides squeezed at him desperately, even as he thrashed his limbs.
“I don’t know how I keep my hands off you sometimes,” Max growled, fingers slipping over the slick scales on Sunny’s hips. It just made him grip him tighter, leaving dark bruises that he could poke at later to get the fish to squirm.
Sunny could barely gurgle in response, the wet slap of water on the edges of his tank drowning out any whimpers or moans that might slip past the gag.
A quiet fuck.
No begging or yapping, just how Max liked it.
He fucked in hard, almost slamming Sunny’s face into the bottom of the tank. He caught himself on his fins, but only just in time, his body twisting as Max hit his prostate and made him leak a gush of precum into his limited supply of water.
“You know what my favorite part is?” Max said, gripping the polysester fins on either side of Sunny’s hips and using them to bounce him up and down on his cock.
He pitched forward, plunging one hand under the water and searching for the feathery cloud of Sunny’s hair. He found it a moment later and gripped it tight. With a huge heave, he yanked Sunny’s head above the water, keeping their hips pressed together and his cock burried deep.
Sunny’s back bowed with the position, the pain no doubt putting a damper on his own enjoyment in the fucking, not that Max focused too much on giving him pleasure.
But more importantly, the position forced his head above water, giving his gag nothing to filter and leaving him flailing and unable to breathe.
Max wished he could see the way his wide bobble eyes went even wider with the panic and his body struggled to get in oxygen. What a mindfuck, spending over twenty years breathing like a normal human before having that snatched away from him. How much his instincts fought at the beginning of this all, seeing water as the dangerous death of suffocation before rewiring to view open air as deadly instead.
He gagged and heaved, flapping his fins and slapping the polyester against the floor, fighting to get back under the surface.
And as he suffocated, his body tightened up, hole clenching desperately around Max’s cock and milking his cum out of him.
Max groaned in pleasure, leaning back to ease his cock ever deeper and dragging Sunny’s head with him.
He was pulled almost in half then, the pain making his eyes swim as his body slowly lost its fight. It gave pathetic shudders around Max’s length, the clench getting weaker and weaker with Sunny’s struggles.
With a grunt, Max dunked him back under the water, swirling his head back and forth to get enough water over the filter to give him a sip of a breath before yanking him back up. It barely gave Sunny a chance to recover, but it had his hole spasming desperately, renewing his struggles and milking Max’s length.
It was better than any automated fleshlight.
Max set up a rhythm, keeping Sunny’s head above water just long enough until the hole refused to clench and then giving him the smallest bit of oxygen. Sunny’s struggles died, his fins going limp, but his hole was still very much alive.
Max couldn’t continue the game for long though, his arms starting to ache around the forth or fifth dunk, and he finally couldn’t hold back his own orgasm.
He dunked Sunny’s head with a growl, giving him a bit longer to breathe and recover, making his hole spasmed to life, and ensuring he was awake enough to feel Max’s hot cum pump into him.
Max groaned in appreciation, tipping his head back and yanking Sunny out of the water one last time so that the panicked clench of his hole milked him through the last waves of his orgasm. And then he let him flop forward back into the water, his cock falling out of his hole and spitting the last glob of cum into the water.
The tail automatically replaced the plug, the vibrations immediately starting up again, and Sunny’s body shuddered in overstimulation. The sloshing water slowly stilled, the soft slap of it against the sides of the tank and Max’s own panting the only noise in the room.
After a moment to collect himself, Max leaned forward, gripping Sunny’s hair to move his head back and forth for him so that he got enough oxygen back inside of him, doing the work to help him breathe as he recovered.
And then he blinked back to himself, fins flapping, and he was swimming again, and Max could let him go.
“Fuck,” he said, giving his cock a few more pumps and cleaning himself off in the water of the shallows. He grinned down at Sunny, watching as the flutter of his fins slowly returned, and then patted the curve of his ass through his tail. “Good guppy.”
Sunny gurgled, blinked watery, tearful eyes at him.
“Bedroom,” Max said, even though he knew Sunny couldn’t really hear him.
With a punch of a button, the canals opened up, directing a path to the tank situated in Max’s bedroom. Sunny looked exhausted, fins a bit more limp than usual, but he dutifully wiggled forward, probably happy to get out of the cum-stained water.
Max let him swim off, pulling off his tanktop and underwear and adding them to the pile of his clothes. A maid would clean that up later. He snagged a bathrobe off a hook and pulled it on, tying it around his waist, and slipped on a waterproof pair of sandals.
He took his time walking back to his bedroom, letting the stress from the day melt away with his orgasm.
By the time he reached his bedroom, Sunny was already circling in the tank, the wide pane of glass directly opposite of the master bed. He watched, Max assumed with jealousy, as he pulled on a pair of silk pajama bottoms and then deposited the robe on the floor.
He did pause by the tank, tapping the glass and waiting until Sunny wiggled up to meet him.
“Good fish,” he said with a smile, knowing his face was nothing more than a blur to the boy. “Good boy. Good night.”
Effectively blind, deaf, dumb, and mute, he really was the perfect pet.
Max turned off the lights, leaving the small ones in the tank lit so he could spend his last waking moments watching the tired circling of Sunny and appreciate the flutter of his fins as the vibrations of his plug continued. He slid into bed with a yawn and pulled up his blankets.
Max Noble didn’t have time for pets, but he loved his goldfish.