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“What should we do to make this Halloween special?” Cecil mused aloud, frowning to himself. “Oh!” Cecil perked up when he saw Adam typing on his phone. The Voice approached the other, smiling at him as he rested a hand on his shoulder. “What are you writing?” he asked. He blinked when Adam moved to hide his phone’s screen from him.
“It’s a surprise,” Adam said.
“Aw!”
“I’ll read it to everyone once Earl and Carlos come back, okay?” Adam promised.
Cecil hesitated but soon nodded his head, flashing the other a bright smile.
Carlos and Earl would come back from their respective works several hours later, smiling as they allowed themselves to be led into the playroom by Cecil and Adam. Snacks had been set up, along with drinks and Earl raised an eyebrow as he leaned back on some cushions, looking at the pair knowingly as he waited for an explanation.
“Adam and I thought that we could celebrate Halloween with some spooky stories!” Cecil chirped.
“Sexy and spooky,” Adam added.
“Yeah!”
Carlos laughed, choosing a chocolate covered scorpion tail, sucking on it before biting down. “Sounds like fun to me!”
“Me too,” Earl agreed with a nod of his head. “Who reads first?” he asked.
Adam pulled out his phone, waving it in the other’s face. “Remember that story about you two being stuffed inside of toy ponies for transport?” he asked.
Earl’s cheeks turned a dull pink at the memory and he nodded his head. “Yes?”
Adam flashed his teeth at him. “I wrote a sequel to it.”
***
It wouldn’t have been realistic to keep the two captives stuffed inside of the fuzzy pony costumes Adam had paid for to ensure their safe voyage on the flight. The semen and spittle had already ruined the fur on the suits and Adam didn’t feel like having to buy new ones whenever they were irreparably stained.
Cecil had rather liked the idea of keeping the two as pets though, and the Doms had come to a compromise during the few weeks it took to break the captives from making any further attempts at calling the authorities or escaping. Latex body suits were becoming more and more versatile and ordering them online wouldn’t cause any undo attention. They could keep their pets tightly bound in costume after all…
Carlos and Earl’s measurements were taken one morning by a giddy Cecil and then orders were sent out for the first pair of suits. The two were dressed in tight latex meant to give them the appearance of animals; Carlos a brown and white speckled pony and Earl a wolf. Their feet were forced into high, painfully arched heels inside of the latex and their hands were mittened, giving the appearance of hooves or constrained paws. Comical heads were then locked onto them, obscuring their vision and forcing them to rely on leashes when they moved, so as to not bang into anything. Their gagged lips could be seen inside of the animal mouths, drooling and whimpering in their helplessness.
Their penises were the only parts of their bodies free of their latex. Their testicles were sealed away but the shafts were left out, a restrictive ring circling them. The cocks were allowed to be erect or flaccid as their Masters dictated, special metal sounds crafted to trap their erections when the need arose.
Cecil was a capricious man and he begged Adam to let him order a large supply of latex body suits for their pets to wear. Adam eventually agreed but with the stipulation that they only be changed once a month. “Otherwise you’ll just get bored when you use up all of them,” he reminded Cecil.
The other agreed, clapping his hands together. “That is such a lovely idea! Although...I think this one should stay wearing pony or horse costumes,” he added, reaching down to stroke a whimpering Carlos’ chest and stomach. The darker man was lying on his back, his legs forced up and over Cecil’s shoulders to make it easier for Cecil to thrust inside of him
The captives were miserable in their new attire. They hated the way the latex dulled almost all of their senses. Their cocks and faces were the only parts of their bodies that felt any form of physical contact for most of the month, leaving the rest of their bodies needy for anything. They were occasionally penetrated with their Masters’ cocks and vibrators but only at the end of the month, when their outfits were to be changed to something new and tighter. For the rest of the month they were left to suffer and beg for any kind of touch from their Masters, or itch and writhe against the sweat and smell of themselves.
There was, however, one suit that hung on a wall, its appearance serving as a warning. It was a long and slender brown suit, with no arms or limbs, just a solid piece of latex. This Adam called the ‘Worm’ and he threatened the pets with it should they ever misbehave. “You’ll be locked completely inside, unable to do anything but wriggle on the ground like a useless worm for the month! I doubt you’d like it.”
And the pets agreed and silently hoped to behave themselves to avoid the Worm.
***
"We have such wonderfully talented pets!" Cecil chirped, leading Carlos into the dining room by a leash tied around his exposed cock. This month Cecil had dressed him up in a dark purple pony body, the mane a bright blue to offset the purple. His tail was softly buzzing, vibrating deep inside of his ass, keeping him aroused and panting.
Cecil sat, giving the leash a tug to urge Carlos to kneel between his legs. He removed Carlos' bit gag inside of the pony mouth and hummed as he opened his fly, knowing that Carlos would be unable to with the soft hooves covering his hands.
Carlos moaned and leaned forward, obediently sucking on Cecil's cock without a word.
"I take it he won the pony show?" Adam teased gently, watching the display from where he worked on the sofa.
Cecil giggled, holding up the blue ribbon Carlos had won for him. "He had the biggest and most beautiful looking cock there!" he praised. "You're so good at finding well-bred pets, Adam! How did you know this one would make such a good pony when you spotted him and the redhead?"
Adam shrugged his shoulders. “Lucky guess.”
“Some luck!” Cecil agreed.
"Dinner should be ready soon."
"Oh?"
"I had him start a few hours before you came back. I'll go check on him."
Inside of the kitchen, Earl sweated and struggled to work, bound up in a tight black and orange striped tiger suit. He flinched when his ass was slapped, whimpering around his ballgag as he turned his head to regard Adam.
Adam hummed, reaching underneath to tease the bulge where Earl's balls were still kept under the latex. "Is it ready soon, scum? Cecil's come back with his blue ribbon pony and he's hungry."
Earl whined, his cock aching around the thick sounding rod.
Adam sharply slapped Earl's covered balls, making him flinch and yelp in pain. "Don't fuck it up. I'm more than willing to make you a Worm next month."
The redhead whimpered and quickly shook his head, resuming his work at the stove with trembling mitten covered hands.
Adam moved to stand behind Earl as he toiled, running his hands down the other’s latex covered sides. “Lean forward,” he commanded, pressing a hand between Earl’s shoulderblades. He waited for the other to obey, kicking his legs apart before pressing up against him, cooing as he ground against his ass. “Such a tame beast, aren’t you?”
Earl lowered his head, shuddering as he heard Adam open his pants and lower them. He groaned as he felt the slight sensation of his Master’s cock rubbing against his covered ass, his nostrils flaring as he drooled around his gag. He pushed back against him gently, gasping as he was rewarded with a hand reaching around, removing his sound carefully from his cock.
“Make me cum and you’ll get to have yours before dinner,” Adam whispered. He nodded in approval as the other started to grind his ass against his cock, pressed up against him as he worked, focusing on his new task now. “Look at you! Were you always such a slut?” he asked, giving the side of his ass a sharp slap.
The other keened, grunting as he continued to grind against his Master. His cheeks burned a dull red as he drooled, struggling to keep his balance, mittens on the counter to brace himself.
“My lovely slut,” Adam continued, running his thumb over the head of Earl’s erection. “Thrust into my hand,” he commanded. He nodded when the other started to rock his hips forward, smiling in approval. “Very good. Keep going. Just like that. Just like...that!”
Adam hissed as he grabbed his own cock, ensuring that all of his semen landed on the other’s body. He stroked himself until he was finished, huffing as his other hand started to stroke Earl at a faster pace, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. He waited until he could hear the hitch in the other’s breath before letting go of his cock, stepping back. “Turn around,” he panted. He reached up and pulled off the other’s gag, pressing his filthy fingers to the other’s lips. “Suck them clean.”
Earl parted his lips, taking the digits into his mouth. He suckled on each one, his tongue flicking after them once Adam pulled his fingers out of his mouth. Earl waited patiently, biting his lip as he shifted on his feet for further orders. His erection bobbed in the air, pleading for the release he had been promised. It shamed him to no end that he had given up fighting the other but the threat of the Worm...the idea of being locked away in total darkness for a whole month…
“Go and get dinner ready,” Adam commanded, forcing the ballgag back into Earl’s mouth. “Perhaps if I like it you’ll be allowed to cum,” he adds, gesturing to the other’s arousal. With that he went back to the dining room, ignoring the stifled whine of betrayal.
Adam shook his head at the sight of Carlos sitting in Cecil’s lap, the pet’s head thrown back as the Adam’s partner teased his still sounded cock, making it strain and darken in need. “You torture his dick too much.”
“He likes it,” Cecil snorted. “Isn’t that right?” he asked, pinching Carlos’ nipples underneath his suit. He smiled as his pet screamed and nodded his head, sticking his tongue out at Adam. “See?”
Adam just laughed and shook his head, leaning back as Earl hobbled in with the plates of food, setting them down as carefully as he could to avoid spilling anything. “We want some entertainment with dinner,” he said, gesturing over to Carlos. “Figure something out for us.”
The two captors started to eat their dinner as their captives moved to obey. They smiled as their humiliated pets played with each other, well aware that they could not do much in their current attire.
“I love our pets,” Cecil hummed.
Adam smiled in agreement.