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These masters are very kind. Dean likes them a lot. They give him enough treats that even Dean with his silly, little head is starting be concerned for his weight.
Dean knows though that these masters are not his new Master. And that he waiting for a new Master to chose him. Dean only hope, if a pitiful, worthless slave like him can hope, that the new Master won’t leave him alone in the dark for too long.
He shivers just at the thought. A whine builts in his throat and Dean focuses on the small luminescent ball that has been placed in his kennel. Not all the slaves here has it, and the masters said that was a special toy for a special boy like him.
Dean doesn’t know if he likes to be a “special boy” but he likes the ball. It never stops to do some light, not even in the night, always making a dull light enough to bright the kennel, without disturb the others.
Dean quite likes his kennel. It’s big enough to stretch, and even standing (not that Dean stands on his feet a lot, because he is a good boy and a good slave, and good slaves don’t walk aroud like free men, but the crawl), there is a low but soft pad for sleeping, a nice blanket and place for water.
The water is fresh and the masters told him that he can drink how much he likes, just to be careful in not having incidents in the kennel. So Dean always drinks when he really cannot stand anymore the thirst and even in that case he only takes little and small sips. Because he doesn’t want to risk any incidents. He doesn’t know what would happen if he had one, and there is nothing in his peepi to prevent that. With his old master dirting his bedding meant lashes to his peepi and sleeping outside in a even smaller cage without nothing but the bars under him. Dean doesn’t want to discover what the punishment would be here. But he still drinks something, because he has learned that if he doesn’t drink, the masters will make him drink. Sometimes his old master, or his friends, would make him drink until he lost it, just to punish him.
The water comes out a thing that looks like a didlo, without being a proper didlo (Dean knows them pretty well, to distiguis one when he sees one). This one is smaller, and softer, and the inside it’s empty. It also has a more bulbouse shape.
Dean has to say that he prefares this way to drink. He used to have water from a basket, but it wasn’t always fresh and good to taste, while this water is always great.
Also Dean likes to just hold the small dildo in his mouth, a familiar comfort when he is sad or lonely, even if it doesn’t fill him as a proper dildo would, beacue it only rest on his tongue, but it’s just at the right height from the floor and Dean can stay in that position for hours before his neck starts protesting.
The masters have left some toys in his kennel, something for him to fill his mouth, since from day two they keep him plugged outside from poppy and bath time, after he started to use his fingers because the emptiness sensation was unsettling and unbearable, enough to make him go against the rule to touch himself.
Dean likes those toys enough. But the water thing is better. He likes to kneel, facing a wall and pretend keeping warm his Master. Nobody got angry or punished him for that, so he kept doing it. At least until the masters have put a proper dildlo on the wall, at the same exchact height.
Dean couldn’t believe it!
The have ruffled his hair and give him permit to use it. Now Dean passes a lot of time drolling over it. Sometimes they change it, maybe to clean it Dean is not sure, but it’s nice to have new shapes and weights on his tongue and throat when he is lucky.
For the food is different. Dean was used to need to earn the food. He needed to work hard for it and even in that case it wasn’t never much. And most importantly he wasn’t allowed to touch it with his dirty paws. His old Master used to hand feed him when Dean has been very very good, but usually it was from a bow on the floor. Or other times it was the scraps of master food from the floor.
Here he has been given only bottles for a while. One of the masters, usually always the same one, kept him between his legs, and pushed the nipple of the bottle between his lips. Dean, in automatic, started to suck. At first finishing the entire bottle was difficult, but master ignored his pleaning eyes, and made him finish. At first he was so full that he couln’t even accept the treat.
After they started to give him puddles of something, patiently spoon feeding him. Now he is hand-feeded with solid food, already cutted stuff that Dean didn’t recognise. But they were of pretty colors and they tasted good. Even if Dean is mostly sure there is not master’s milk in it. Which Dean is not sure what to think about that, but he trusts that masters know better.
Now his torso is starting to chage. He used to have hard, pointy stuff coming out his skin. Now if he passes a hand on the side of his torso or under his tits, he can’t feel them anymore. Dean is not sure what to think about that neither.
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It’s visiting time. Visiting time is not everyday, but happens often enough. Dean doesn’t know how many visiting times have passed with him being left here. Most of the times the new masters don’t even stop at his kennels, despite the fact that Dean is behaving very well. And it’s not him saying that, it’s the lack of punishment that say that.
Maybe he is ugly. He can’t see all of them, but he knows there are a lot of scars of his old Master. He loved to brand Dean’s skin with fire and blades. He used to have a lot of piercing too, but the new masters have take them off. Dean doesn’t complain about it, because the one in his peepi hurted a lot, and Master used to pull them util the skin broke. He is missing some pieces of the ears for that reason.
Maybe they don’t like him. The thought make Dean on the point of crying. It’s not his fault. His body it’s not his and he is a very very good boy. He just want to serve.
He started to hide under the blanket during visit times. He doesn’t want to see the masters passing his kennel like he is not even there. It’s painful.
Dean thinks that if he doesn’t seem them, they won’t see him neither.
So he curls under the blanket, with the back facing the door of the kennel and the head buried between the pat and his arms. Only his ball with him, because he still doens’t like the dark.
“Here, this the slave I was telling you about.” Dean hears the voice of one the masters talking. It’s the one that usually tends him, but she surely not talking about Dean.
They never talk about him!
“As I was telling before, he has been with us from 6 months and he is starting to develop a light depression. Nothing concerning, it’s just that they need a proper master.” She says. They really sound in front of his kennel.
“Do you want to see him?”
A deep, old, voice answers. “Yes please.”
“Dean…” He hears master Alysa opening the door his kennel. “Come meet master Castiel.”
Dean instantly pirks up from his blanket. For a moment his frozen from the surprise. Him?
Master Alysa smiles at him. She doesn’t look mad from the fact that he hasn’t already obeyed.
“Com’on boy. Come here. Present.” She says again. It takes another second for Dean to move. He is suddenly afraid. The other master is a man, with a thick, well kept beard and round glasses.
Dean scrambles in position, when the order kicks in.
He goes in the center of the kennel, sitting on his ankles, knee well spreaded and the back a little arched to pop out his chest. He leaves the hands on the floor, next to the ankles.
“Good boy.” master Alysha praises him, giving him a treat.
“As you can see Dean is very eager to please and very obedient.” Master Alysha says to the man. “He is on a diet, that we suggest you to keep following until he reaces a healthy weight, and had been sommistrated antiobiotics for five days when he arrived.” Master Alysha crunches down and starting to remove the plastic cockcage.
“Why does he need that?” The new master ask. His voice is a little detached.
Master Alysha shrugs. “He likes it. At first we had to put it a medical one, similar to this model, when he had the badges to prevent him from touching them. And after he healed we have taken it off. He has never touched himself, but he seems more at ease with the cage one. He has been trained to keep it.” Now she has completely freeed him, and his peepi is already taking advantage of the liberty to get hard.
Master Alysha takes him in hand. Her hand is a little cold, but very soft and delicate. It absolutely doesn’t help with his situation.
“Here was where the piercing was.” She indicates a particular spot. Dean shivers at the memory. It hurted so so much. Dean is used to pain, any kind of pain. Long lasting, short but intense. But that was something else entirely.
“When Dean arrived it was very bad infected, and also it hasn’t been made very well. We strongly raccomand to not do other piercing in this area.” The she proceeds to show the other master all the other places were he has been pierced. It’s a long process, which Dean doesn’t really listen, only careful in not missing oders for him.
The new master touches him too. His hands are bigger and warm. But not collused. Dean likes them very much. They are not delicate like the ones of master Alysha, but they aren’t cruel neither. Just more…firm.
Master Castiel touches the scars on his back, massaging the skin with a thumb. “They are very thick. Did yours vet said if something can be made?”
Then he goes up, to Dean neck, where there an horizontal like at the base of his throat.
To teach Dean’s place, his Master used to tie him with barbed wire around his neck. But Dean thinks it was just a way to mark his neck, since even if he wouldn’t move, almost didn’t even breath, the wire was to tight that used to cut his skin anyway.
“Yes, probably something can be made. I can give you the contacts of the clinics we know. Of course is not something that we can afford to do.” Master Alysha proposes. She has stopped touching his peepi, leaving him hard and leaking (Dean has learned that here leaking is not a problem), going to pet his hair.
Dean loves to have his hair petted. Every part of his body, really.
When Master Castiel’s hand trial over his chest, his thumb ghosting the nipple, Dean shutters. He treambles for the effort to remain in position.
“Oh.” Master Castiel sounds surprised.
Master Alysa chuckles. “He is very sensible.” She explains. She goes on ther other nipple, tugging with little but not so gentle movement the ring he has attached to his tit.
She pinches the point of the Dean’s tit between the her thumb and the index, putting some her nail too.
Dean howls, his hips humps the air on their own. He is still not sure if he allowed to speak, and maybe here begs are not equivalent to speaking, but surely he has not been permitted to cum.
A big drop of juice leacks form his peepi. It’s falls on the floor, dirtying it, but neither of the two master seem bothered by it. Master Castiel’s eyes are shining with interest.
“We don’t have any proof, but we are mostly sure that he has received some sort of modifications to make him more reactive.” Master Alysa has stopped tugging his piercing, now only petting lightly the external crown, leaving him panting. “That is the type and amount of pain that he seems to enjoy. Even if he has clearly been trained for it, Dean is not a masochist.” She explains. “From the tests we have done, any sort of impact play stress him a lot.”
“So not even maintaining spackings?” Master Castiel asks. He is not touching Dean anymore, and he is already missing his warm hands. Now master Alysa is
not even petting him.
“You could try, by hand, if that is something that you enjoy, but he doesn’t really need them.”
Indeed Dean doesn’t like spakings. Spakings are for bad boys. And usually they lead some something way worse.
“You could try other stuff though. As I told you before Dean is not a fan of hitting, impacting and isolation. But he has responded vey well to any sort of control. The most classic is orgasm control, but also bondage, air flow control or the bladder control, if that something that interest you. Just mind to never blindfold him.” She remains him again. “Dean has also a oral fixation. He would pass all day with his pretty mouth full of something if it were up to him.”
She chuckles while returning petting his hair. Master Alysa indicates the dildo on the wall, explaining its presence like it was a funny story to tell. But Master Castiel looks amused, so maybe it is and it’s just Dean too stupid to understand why is funny.
Fingers appears in front of his mouth. Their are touching his lips and Dean opens them, shawolling them without really having to think about it.
He gives a strong suck, twisting the toungue around them. They are only two, but Master Castiel’s fingers are big and thick, feeling like three of them.
“You are good…” he is saying and Dean lights up at the prize. He is also quite excited to have some real meat to suck and not the usual taste of plastic of the toys, since the masters here never use him, but always relay on toys. Dean wonders if he is going to get some master’s milk. It’s a while he hadn’t been given and he misses it.
His peepi returns thropping. The nasty sensation of emptiness grows inside of him. Dean feels it moving, like it’s trying to hump the air. He ignores it, know better that trying touching himself without permission, so he focuses on doing a good job with the fingers.
“Good boy, like that.” Master Castiel inserts another finger, pushing them ritmically, filling completely his mouth. Dean’s eyes rolls back. He moans and it’s almost tempted to break the position so the have a better laverage. But he doesn’t. Because he is good boy. And he going to prove it.
He is not sure why, but too soon, the fingers retracts. Dean remains with his mouth open, lips wide and wet, hoping for master’s real thing, but it doesn’t come. Master Castiel only chuckles and closes his mouth, petting him with the thumb.
Dean is confused. He whines. Master Alysa is quick to offer one of his toys to sooth him, which he accepts even if a little sad. Dean just doens’t understan why no. But masters know better and Dean shouldn’t - doesn’t - go against their decisions.
“Have been received alternation of the sensibility also in other places?” Master Castiel asks.
“Yes. Surerly at the prostate and probabily at the penis too, but we are not sure if it’s just his natural hypersesibility or not in that case. But his prostate is bigger that average and way more sensibile. Overstimulation is particularly easy to achieve, and it can become too much very quickly.” Master Alysa is saying, but Dean is not really listening, too focused on the sensation of fuffilness the toy is giving him even if it’s not perfect because it’s not the right size or taste. They all have the same plastic and artificial taste the toys. And they are cold, so cold. A master is not ver cold on the tongue.
“We keep him in short plugs generally, precisely for avoid that. Would you like to see?”
Master Castiel nods interested. “Yes, please.”
“Dean, full present.” Master Alysa orders. Dean didn’t know that command when he first went with these new master, but know he knows that it means to put his face on the floor, hands aside the head, and the butt raised in the air with the knee spreaded.
Dean goes in position, turning so his butt is facing the masters.
“Good boy, Dean.” Master Alysa gives him another treat. Dean has to leave the toy to take it. He can feel master Alysa gently removing the plug. Dean has a moment of cofusion (it’s not bath or poopy time) before thinking that maybe Master Castiel wants to check him there. Before buying him. So Dean keeps himself as stady and relaxed as he can, ignoring the discomfort of not having something to cleanch around.
Being empty makes him feel worthless and wrong. Make him sad and miserable. Make him crying, but know Dean is not going to cry because it’s probability not for long. And it’s only because master Castiel is interested in him.
Luckly he doesn’t remain empty for long. A single finger strats to dig in. He can tell that its of master Castiel. Dean doesn’t need lube. He is a pedigree slave, breeded right, so his hole wet itself on it own, so the masters don’t need to use the lube. Dean is high quality, he knows. He used to be a little gem before the scars.
But masters always knows best, so Dean is sure that his old master had his reasons. And Dean is only a slave, he will never question a master, especcialy his master, not matter what. Not matter the pain, not matter the fear.
Master Castiel is quick to find his special button. Dean jolts, like he has been electrified.
“Oh my God. It is bigger.” Master Castiel sounds surprised. Again. Dean hopes it’s a good thing.
There are hands on Dean’s back, master Alysa’s hands, going up and down.
“Yes.” She confirms. “We have done some tests about it. The modifications don’t have any effect on his urinating capacities or in the sperm production. They have only magnified the sensitiviness of the nevers.”
The finger doesn’t relante. Dean is going to lose it very soon. He rants a moan, his hips moving without his authorization. And then, almost when he is about to beg for permission, the finger retracts.
Dean has a couple of sharky breaths, a tear slips from his right eye. A friendly pat is given to his cheek.
“All right, I will take him.” Master Castiel decides.
Another pat is given to Dean’s back. “Very well. I hoped that, you are goint to enjoy Dean a lot, trust me.”
And then masters go out, closing the door of kennel, leaving him drooling and leaking. Dean’s peepi pulsates to hard that it’s painful and he is still empty, but at least he think he got a new master now.