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And after that first time, Todd began coming down into the hole just about every night to have Jesse suck him off. Sometimes Todd’s seed was all he’d be given to eat that day. Todd would quip about how Jesse should be grateful he was being fed. Todd seemed to get off on Jesse’s complete and utter subjugation. Sometimes Jesse even felt himself getting a little hard. He didn’t know why. Jesse definitely didn’t like it. Jesse told himself it was a natural response his body had. He felt himself getting smaller and smaller, weaker and weaker. Jesse’s ribs and spine began to show. His face grew hollow, his eyes sunken. When he stood up he felt like he might pass out. He was both mentally and physically incapable of protesting anything Todd wanted to do to him. One time Todd pissed down Jesse’s throat, joking that he didn’t feel like going all the way to the clubhouse to go to the bathroom. Jesse did not laugh. Todd usually left after extracting what he wanted from Jesse, like he was a cheap whore, but this time was different. Todd hung around after. Jesse didn’t know what was worse; the humiliation of being used and thrown away, or having to deal with the presence of Todd longer.
“Hey, Jesse.” Todd spoke.
“Yeah?” Jesse struggled, Todd’s seed still stuck in his throat.
“You know, if you’re good, I could let you stay with me in my apartment. You could be my pet, I’ll get you a dog bed and a cage and everything. Doesn’t that sound nice, Jess?” Todd said, smirking at the end.
Jesse hated to admit it, but it kind of did sound nice. To be inside, given shelter from the searing heat and bone chilling cold. He could hardly care that it was contingent on him being Todd’s dog. “Yeah, it sounds nice.” Jesse said quietly.
“I wouldn’t make you cook as much. I’d be good to you, Jesse.”
“And I’d be a good master. I’d take you for walks, I’d leave out a bowl of food for you, let you sleep at the foot of my bed.” Todd said, smiling.
Leave out a bowl of food? Jesse thought. But eating out of a bowl sounded better than being starved.
“But it goes without saying that you’d have to do everything I say. You understand that, Jesse?” Todd said in a serious tone.
“I understand, Todd.”
“You are not on a first name basis with me anymore. You will call me “sir”, and eventually you will call me “master”. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy, Jesse,” Todd ruffled his hair. “You’ve really come a long way since when I first got you. I’ll talk to Jack about letting me keep you in my place.”
Todd thought about the things he’d need to get for Jesse. Jesse would need a cage, a dog bed, some food bowls. He would make Jesse eat dog food so he knew his place, but feed him some real food occasionally for the nutrients. No matter what, Jesse would have to eat it from the bowl. He’d let Jesse go to the bathroom inside since he didn’t feel like having to take him outside, but he would have to ask Todd’s permission. Todd would get Jesse a collar and customize it with his name. Jesse would like that, he thought. It’s always cool to get something with your name on it. He liked thinking about it and felt his pants growing tighter. Jesse would be his in every single way.