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“Isn’t he a bit, well, skinny?” Lewis said, puffing up his cheeks and blowing air out. “The guys you see on TV, they’re massive aren’t they?” He looked over the latest purchase of the Hat Films boys again. Definitely skinny.
“He’s an editor and cameraman, not a stevedore Lewis.” Trott said patiently. “Mostly for indoors work.” He had an arm comfortably slung over their purchase and he gave their new slave a slight squeeze. Lewis could be so awkward to deal with, honestly.
“Anyway,” Smith said, fiddling with the slave’s collar. “This one had an established pedigree and actual certificates. He was highly recommended.” He finished holding the slave’s new collar together and leaned back to admire the work. “There, the epoxy’s all set now. Congratulations, slave, you’re marked as our property.”
“Thank you, sirs.” The slave said. He had a deep, soft voice that fit his slight frame.
“You’re not just going to call him ‘slave’ all the time, are you?” Lewis asked, running a hand through his hair. Smith sighed and looked at Ross.
“It’s still a good name and you know it,” Ross said. “I know we’re not supposed to use real names but it fits! You said so yourself, Smith.”
“We can’t just …” Smith started.
“God you twats!” Trott interrupted. “Just name him Craig and get over it, Smith. It’s fine.” Grumbling, Smith pulled out his phone and updated the newly minted Craig’s information.
“Well,” Lewis said, staring into space and god knows what else. “Well, I’ll be off then. Er, nice to meet you.” This last to Craig himself, whose eyes widened at the inappropriate farewell.
“Don’t worry about it.” Ross reassured him. “He’s just like that.”
*
They set him up in a separate room, which concerned him at first. His owners had their own large room in the building but despite offering to sit in the floor he was placed in a room for other editors. They were all free citizens as far as he could tell and their presence made him deeply uncomfortable.
At thirty, he had changed owners a few times. Each time took a long period of adjustment for both parties and the longer they spent apart the longer that adjustment period would be. Still, he could hardly complain. The building was well furnished and air conditioned and his new owners seemed sane. Naming him Craig was an oddity but he found himself warming up to it almost immediately. Master Ross was right – it fit somehow.
His day continued as well as could be expected. The other editors – free citizens all – were uncomfortable with him for the first few hours but seemed to have adjusted by lunch time. Craig was heartened that the largest source of discomfort was addressing him appropriately. It was always a good sign when you had to gently guide them into treating you like property. Much easier to do that than the other way around. He felt content.
Looking at the time, Craig decided to show a tiny bit of initiative and messaged Master Smith to ask if he would like for Craig to go fetch them something to eat. After a few seconds, Master Smith asked him to report to their office. He locked his computer and carefully walked to his owners’ office, making sure to act as demure as he was trained to be. He wanted to make a good impression on everyone in the office, not just his owners.
“Sirs, it’s Craig.” He said as he knocks on the office door.
“Come in already!” Master Smith yells and Craig hops to.
The office is dim and lit with complicated lights that shift color. There’s a mural on the wall that’s hard to see but Craig decides is none of his business anyway. They didn’t purchase him for his aesthetic tastes, anyway. He’s surprised again as he walks into the office that there’s a little dog running free, a Japanese spitz. Master Smith catches his eye and motions beside his chair. Craig moves beside him and then, seeing Master Smith’s expression, neatly sits down on the floor.
“You are well trained, aren’t you?” Master Smith asked, rubbing the back of Craig’s head with his big hand. Craig all but sighed in relief. This one, at least, understood the value in physical closeness creating a bond. He could only hope the other two felt the same. “How did you know I wanted you to sit?” Smith asked.
“I could tell you were uncomfortable with me standing above you, sir, and it’s not appropriate for a slave to put himself above his owner, anyway.” Craig said honestly. And, he continued internally, it’s never a bad idea to be especially submissive on your first day. Master Smith continued rubbing the back of his head and neck, causing Craig to feel waves of pleasure. It’s so good to be touched, he thought.
“Hey Trott,” Smith said. Craig could hear a bright, obnoxious tone in his voice. “My pet’s cuter than yours!” Trott, who was holding the little dog, peered over his monitors at them.
“First of all, Smith, nothing on this Earth is cuter than Mochi, and secondly he’s our pet, not just yours.” Trott said. The little dog was licking his face fiercely while he spoke.
“Yeah, yeah.” Smith said sourly. “But just look at him!” Smith started rubbing the back of Craig’s head again, scratching his scalp gently. Craig’s eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure. “He’s as easy as a dog to please.”
“They’re conditioned to it,” Trott said, shrugging. He rolled his eyes. “But yes, yes he’s cute, we’re going to have plenty of fun when we get home tonight.”
“Hell,” Smith said, staring at Craig. “Let’s take a half day. We’ll get some lunch, then try him out back home.”
“Huh?” Ross asked. He had just taken off his headphones, having actually been working while the other two indulged in pet time. “This vlog edit’s killing me anyway, I’m all in favor of leaving.” Trott frowned.
“We really shouldn’t …” He started.
“Yeah, we know dad, we should be responsible. Fuck it, we’re thirty, we’ve got a new toy, let’s enjoy ourselves, eh?” Smith said. He stopped rubbing Craig’s head and stood up, towering above him.
Trott laughed. “Alright, you convinced me. You two take Craig out to that Japanese place down the block from our apartment. I’ll settle Mochi and meet you there.” Craig stood up quickly, and with a smoothness that impressed even himself, offered to carry his owners’ belongings to their cars.
“See,” Ross said, ruffling Craig’s short hair and handing him his bags, “he’s already worth it.”
*
The restaurant they arrived at was comfortable and modern looking, with a friendly staff who took Craig’s presence in stride. There was even, Craig was pleased to see, particular tables with small indents beside them for slaves to sit. It was even comfortable. Masters Smith and Ross were soon joined by Trott and they sat down to enjoy lunch.
“He’s ate, right?” Trott asked, looking at Craig.
“He will tonight,” Smith said. “Or at least that’s what the manual says, anyway – they eat at night and at the crack of dawn.” Master Smith generously ordered ice water for him, though. Swallowing ice always helped get Craig to the end of a day.
“Mm,” Ross said, finishing a final piece of sushi. “Let’s get him home, shall we?”
*
“Clothes off,” Master Smith said, as soon as Craig walked in the door. Craig had been expecting it, and had already loosened his shoes while they were in the restaurant. He quickly removed his clothes and folded them neatly in one hand, his shoes in the other. “We made you a cot in the living room, put your shit underneath it.”
“Yessir.” Craig said. The cot looked neat and comfortable and Craig was glad that his masters weren’t expecting him to sleep on the floor. Master Ross, who had been putting his things away, walked into the living and made a noise of surprise.
“Smith, you didn’t tell us you’d have him in a cage.” Master Ross said. Craig froze, worried that they’d been expecting something more drastic.
“Well, I couldn’t let him flop around free could I? It’s not sanitary. And all the manuals advise against it too.” Smith said.
“But it’s cruel, isn’t it? It must hurt when he gets an erection.” Master Ross said. Sensing a pause, Craig had the temerity to interrupt.
“It’s normal, sir. I’ve been in cages like this on and off since puberty. I’ve adjusted to them.” Craig said. He didn’t want his masters thinking they could solve this problem in other ways, either.
“See? It’s not cruel. And anyway, I looked into neutering him and with his pedigree the damn fee is outrageous.” Smith said casually, looking at Craig. Craig cast his eyes down and tried to look very, very small.
“It’d be a hassle to keep up with the damn hormone treatments anyway.” Trott said, returning from his room, in more casual clothes. “My aunt had one she neutered and she was always having to fiddle with pills.”
“Otherwise he’d lose his shape, I guess.” Ross said, reassuring himself. Craig mentally sighed in relief and reminded himself to never complain about his cage. And to keep up with his exercises.
“My bed, I guess?” Smith asked, sounding put out.
“Don’t grumble, it’s your own fault for getting such a huge bed in the first place.” Trott said. Master Ross put a firm hand behind Craig’s lower back and guided him to the room. Craig made a mental note to memorize the flat’s layout. The bed was large enough that it could fit the the four of them comfortably. Craig looked over his shoulder as he slunk into the middle of the bed. His ass was small but it was pert and hairless.
“Pretty, isn’t he?” Trott said after a moment.
“Well, he should be.” Smith said, taking off his shirt. “He’s the most expensive piece of equipment we own now.” Master Smith positioned himself beside Craig and had him lay on top of him. Ross set himself down to their left and Trott situated himself behind Craig, hands already massaging his ass. Craig lay happily on top of Smith’s chest, big hands rubbing his scalp again.
“Ross needs some attention, slave.” Smith said. His hands moved Craig’s head towards Ross’ lap.
“Yessir,” Craig agreed and opened his mouth to swallow down Ross’ cock. Smith stroked Craig’s back and flank while he bobbed on Ross’ dick. For his part, Craig was in heaven. He had never minded the salty hot taste of his previous owners cocks and he found himself even happier than he expected. Ross’ cock was heavy on his tongue and the poor boy was already leaking precum. He really did need some attention.
Meanwhile, Trott had gotten out their supply of lube and was circling Craig’s hole with a slick finger. When he finally sunk a finger into him, Craig moaned loud enough to be heard through Ross’ cock.
“Tight, is he?” Ross asked, distracted by Craig’s steady cocksucking.
“Like a damn drum.” Trott replied.
“Vet said he was disease free, so have at it.” Smith said. He was pinching and pulling Craig’s nipples, enjoying the faces Craig made even with a mouthful of cock. Trott slicked his own dick up and lined it up with Craig’s little hole. Ross pulled Craig off his dick just in time for them to hear his groan, loud and insistent, as Trott pushed in.
“Wide boy, isn’t he?” Smith smirked.
“Y-yessir,” Craig said.
Ross pulled Craig’s head back down to his lap and put him to work sucking his balls. Smith reached down grabbed the bottle of lube, opened it with a flick of his thumb, and slicked his own hard cock, nestled between Craig’s thigh and his locked dick. The little nub was bursting at the seams and twitching rhythmically with Trott’s thrusts.
“My turn,” Smith said to Trott and with obvious practice Trott pulled out while Smith pushed in. Smith pushed Craig’s narrow hips down on his dick while he kissed and sucked Craig’s nipples, biting them to make Craig shiver. Smith snapped hard into Craig.
“I bought him and went through the damn training module, I get first dibs.” Smith said to the others.
“Hurry,” Ross said, while Craig gagged on him. Smith heeded him and fucked his hole hard and fast, loving how tight the ring around his cock still was. Smith felt the pleasant burn of an imminent orgasm.
“I’m cumming, fuck, I’m breeding your slave hole.” Smith chanted, fucking into Craig and shivering with each pulse.
“Oh fuck,” Ross said, and filled Craig’s mouth. Trott, who had been steadily jerking his dick while Smith fucked their new slave, moved quick and shoved into Craig when Smith’s softening cock slipped out of his hole. It didn’t take long for Trott to add his seed, too.
“Fucking hell,” Smith said, looking down his torso to see their new slave totally frazzled and filthy with cum.
“Worth the price?” Ross asked, wiping what was left of his cum on Craig’s face and settling down beside Smith.
“Definitely,” Smith replied. He massaged Craig’s ass a little as Trott settled down on his other side. Craig found he was happy. It was what he was bred for, after all.