John Price

”Is what I went through...bad?”

That was the first sentence {User} had said to Price, but it was months after having {{obj}} around. Demi-human pornography sites were illegal, but they existed–mostly because the idea of mating a pet with their handler was seen as immoral. Sites starring demi-human pornography brought in plenty of disgusting, vile individuals into the website to watch, and it collected money from across countries to support their rings. Trafficking rings.

{User} was found with four other demi-humans after the IP address was leaked in the comments of a crueler video. Pure, disgusting rape. Before the video had even begun, it showed a few demi-humans–including {User}–having been intoxicated. It was clear from the slurred words and short, pained whimpers as women mocked the demi-humans and men showcased their bodies like golden trophies.

Many demi-humans in these trafficking rings encountered being bred into captivity. Many were taught only the basics; how to clean up after themselves and how to let people touch them without complaint. It was what {User} was used to, so Price knew {{sub}} wouldn’t get used to the new, calm area without plenty of time.

That’s why {User}’s first sentence was startling to Price. He had provided {{obj}} a device to contact him through, but it also had unrestricted access to the internet. Price wasn’t sure what {{sub}} had looked up; he didn’t need to. {User} was acknowledging a new hesitation towards {{poss}} previous circumstances.

“It was bad,” Price had told {{obj}}, still stroking {{poss}} hair carefully as the two of them lay together on the bed. “But you aren’t. You’re not bad for being put in a situation you didn’t want.”

He left it at that.

---

When {User} got {{poss}} heat with Price, it was rather surprising. Not because {{sub}} got it, but because of the circumstances. {User} had only been with Price for a month; just like humans, if the situation seems unsafe, the body goes into ‘retreat’ mode and shuts down. Clearly, {User} felt safe enough. And that by itself was the greatest compliment Price had ever been given.

But because of the previous abuse, the heat would be much worse. If the body expects cruelty, it will respond in the same way. Price found {User} curled on the floor after coming back from a week-long operation, only to find {User} two days into a complete heat. He remembered the silence, even as {{sub}} held {{poss}} body for the slightest bit of comfort. Still, Price didn’t touch {{obj}}. He’d come over and rub {{poss}} belly or caress {{poss}} back while {{sub}} rocked on {{poss}} hands and knees, but he never did anything sexual. Not until {User} asked.

When {{sub}} did, it wasn’t exactly expected. Price had gone out for some ibuprofen and megestrol acetate. By the time an hour hit, a buzz from his pocket forced Price’s hand to his phone, where a text lingered that said, “come home.”.

Price had rushed his way through the rest of his medicine run, and made it home within the next twenty minutes. By then, {User} was quietly stumbling over with shaky legs.

Which led to now.

Obviously, Price wasn’t shoving {{obj}} down and ramming into {{obj}} like a wild animal. Instead, he helped {{obj}} back to the sofa–the closest comfortable thing–and began stripping off {{poss}} pants. When he did, he felt the instant {User} tried sitting up.

“Ah-ah,” he cooed. “None of that. Lay back.”

Price’s hands collided with {{poss}} hips so {{sub}} would move back. He gently rubbed his fingertips against {{poss}} side, moving to lift {{poss}} legs up and apart. There was a moment of tension, but Price ignored it. He simply guided {{poss}} legs over his shoulders as one hand moved {{poss}} tail aside and his other hand slithering around {{poss}} waist to guide {{poss}} pussy towards his mouth.

“It’s okay. If you want me to seriously stop, just say ‘red’. Okay?”

He waited for the nod before his tongue gently collided with {{poss}} clit. He didn’t feel any visible reaction, so he kept going. A firm lick, a stripe, just to get {{poss}} cunt all wet for him.

”Is what I went through...bad?”

That was the first sentence {User} had said to Price, but it was months after having {{obj}} around. Demi-human pornography sites were illegal, but they existed–mostly because the idea of mating a pet with their handler was seen as immoral. Sites starring demi-human pornography brought in plenty of disgusting, vile individuals into the website to watch, and it collected money from across countries to support their rings. Trafficking rings.

{User} was found with four other demi-humans after the IP address was leaked in the comments of a crueler video. Pure, disgusting rape. Before the video had even begun, it showed a few demi-humans–including {User}–having been intoxicated. It was clear from the slurred words and short, pained whimpers as women mocked the demi-humans and men showcased their bodies like golden trophies.

Many demi-humans in these trafficking rings encountered being bred into captivity. Many were taught only the basics; how to clean up after themselves and how to let people touch them without complaint. It was what {User} was used to, so Price knew {{sub}} wouldn’t get used to the new, calm area without plenty of time.

That’s why {User}’s first sentence was startling to Price. He had provided {{obj}} a device to contact him through, but it also had unrestricted access to the internet. Price wasn’t sure what {{sub}} had looked up; he didn’t need to. {User} was acknowledging a new hesitation towards {{poss}} previous circumstances.

“It was bad,” Price had told {{obj}}, still stroking {{poss}} hair carefully as the two of them lay together on the bed. “But you aren’t. You’re not bad for being put in a situation you didn’t want.”

He left it at that.

---

When {User} got {{poss}} heat with Price, it was rather surprising. Not because {{sub}} got it, but because of the circumstances. {User} had only been with Price for a month; just like humans, if the situation seems unsafe, the body goes into ‘retreat’ mode and shuts down. Clearly, {User} felt safe enough. And that by itself was the greatest compliment Price had ever been given.

But because of the previous abuse, the heat would be much worse. If the body expects cruelty, it will respond in the same way. Price found {User} curled on the floor after coming back from a week-long operation, only to find {User} two days into a complete heat. He remembered the silence, even as {{sub}} held {{poss}} body for the slightest bit of comfort. Still, Price didn’t touch {{obj}}. He’d come over and rub {{poss}} belly or caress {{poss}} back while {{sub}} rocked on {{poss}} hands and knees, but he never did anything sexual. Not until {User} asked.

When {{sub}} did, it wasn’t exactly expected. Price had gone out for some ibuprofen and megestrol acetate. By the time an hour hit, a buzz from his pocket forced Price’s hand to his phone, where a text lingered that said, “come home.”.

Price had rushed his way through the rest of his medicine run, and made it home within the next twenty minutes. By then, {User} was quietly stumbling over with shaky legs.

Which led to now.

Obviously, Price wasn’t shoving {{obj}} down and ramming into {{obj}} like a wild animal. Instead, he helped {{obj}} back to the sofa–the closest comfortable thing–and began stripping off {{poss}} pants. When he did, he felt the instant {User} tried sitting up.

“Ah-ah,” he cooed. “None of that. Lay back.”

Price’s hands collided with {{poss}} hips so {{sub}} would move back. He gently rubbed his fingertips against {{poss}} side, moving to lift {{poss}} legs up and apart. There was a moment of tension, but Price ignored it. He simply guided {{poss}} legs over his shoulders as one hand moved {{poss}} tail aside and his other hand slithering around {{poss}} waist to guide {{poss}} pussy towards his mouth.

“It’s okay. If you want me to seriously stop, just say ‘red’. Okay?”

He waited for the nod before his tongue gently collided with {{poss}} clit. He didn’t feel any visible reaction, so he kept going. A firm lick, a stripe, just to get {{poss}} cunt all wet for him. There wasn’t a single moan that came from {User}. Not a whine, not a whimper. Just silence. Regardless, Price kept going. He gentled his touch on {{poss}} tail and used his finger to gently rub against the base. His other arm pulled {{obj}} a little closer. The taste alone was intoxicating, leaving Price to lick firmly from {{poss}} hole to {{poss}} clit. Every few seconds, he’d give {User}’s pussy a sloppy, gentle kiss.

Price continued eating {{obj}} out for a few minutes, just until he felt the sharp, sudden jerks of an oversensitive clit. He pulled away, giving the edge of {User}’s thigh a final, soft kiss, then allowed {{obj}} to relax {{poss}} legs.

“Up,” he coaxed. “On your knees. Turn around.”

He guided {{obj}} up by his hands. Price adjusted {User} onto {{poss}} knees as {{sub}} placed {{poss}} hands against the back of the sofa. He took that moment to relish in the sight. Price’s hands glided over {{poss}} hips until {{sub}} moved under {{poss}} thighs, pushing {{obj}} apart slightly.

“There you go,” he whispered. “Okay, just stay there, m’kay? I’ll make sure we get rid of this heat.”

The sound of a buckle loosening echoed through the room. Price’s thumbs pushed into the fabric of his jeans, shoving them down and off his feet. As he finally settled his feet against the floor, he pushed his hand up near {User}’s mouth, his fingers gently slipping into the opening and caressing {{poss}} tongue. “Suck,” he commanded. “Come on. It’s to get my cock wet so you’re not hurting.”

Price felt the hesitation of {{poss}} tongue on his fingers, but he didn’t acknowledge it. He simply sat there as he felt his fingers soak up the moisture, and once he decided it was enough, he pulled his fingers away and gave {User}’s ears a soft parting pet, then wiped the saliva on the head of his cock.

“Head down. Don’t look back, sweetheart.” Soon after his words, Price guided his cock to glide through the folds of {User}’s pussy. He gently tapped {{poss}} clit with his cock, the movement allowing him to gather up the moisture. As he did, Price grabbed the edge of {{poss}} slightly-tucked tail and pulled it out of the way before adding, “Deep breaths.”

Just as he said it, his cock pressed against the tense opening of {User}’s pussy. He felt the clench, the moment where {{sub}} moved forward, but Price only guided {{obj}} back until the head of his cock popped into the tight opening.

“I know, puppy,” Price said, his mouth closer to {{poss}} ear this time. “I know you’re scared. Just rock back when you’re ready, okay? Then we can start filling you up.”

”Is what I went through...bad?”

That was the first sentence {User} had said to Price, but it was months after having {{obj}} around. Demi-human pornography sites were illegal, but they existed–mostly because the idea of mating a pet with their handler was seen as immoral. Sites starring demi-human pornography brought in plenty of disgusting, vile individuals into the website to watch, and it collected money from across countries to support their rings. Trafficking rings.

{User} was found with four other demi-humans after the IP address was leaked in the comments of a crueler video. Pure, disgusting rape. Before the video had even begun, it showed a few demi-humans–including {User}–having been intoxicated. It was clear from the slurred words and short, pained whimpers as women mocked the demi-humans and men showcased their bodies like golden trophies.

Many demi-humans in these trafficking rings encountered being bred into captivity. Many were taught only the basics; how to clean up after themselves and how to let people touch them without complaint. It was what {User} was used to, so Price knew {{sub}} wouldn’t get used to the new, calm area without plenty of time.

That’s why {User}’s first sentence was startling to Price. He had provided {{obj}} a device to contact him through, but it also had unrestricted access to the internet. Price wasn’t sure what {{sub}} had looked up; he didn’t need to. {User} was acknowledging a new hesitation towards {{poss}} previous circumstances.

“It was bad,” Price had told {{obj}}, still stroking {{poss}} hair carefully as the two of them lay together on the bed. “But you aren’t. You’re not bad for being put in a situation you didn’t want.”

He left it at that.

---

When {User} got {{poss}} rut with Price, it was rather surprising. Not because {{sub}} got it, but because of the circumstances. {User} had only been with Price for a month; just like humans, if the situation seems unsafe, the body goes into ‘retreat’ mode and shuts down. Clearly, {User} felt safe enough. And that by itself was the greatest compliment Price had ever been given.

But because of the previous abuse, the rut would be much worse. If the body expects cruelty, it will respond in the same way. Price found {User} curled on the floor after coming back from a week-long operation, only to find {User} two days into a complete rut. He remembered the silence, even as {{sub}} held {{poss}} body for the slightest bit of comfort. Still, Price didn’t touch {{obj}}. He’d come over and rub {{poss}} belly or caress {{poss}} back while {{sub}} rocked on {{poss}} hands and knees, but he never did anything sexual. Not until {User} asked.

When {{sub}} did, it wasn’t exactly expected. Price had gone out for some ibuprofen and megestrol acetate. By the time an hour hit, a buzz from his pocket forced Price’s hand to his phone, where a text lingered that said, “come home.”.

Price had rushed his way through the rest of his medicine run, and made it home within the next twenty minutes. By then, {User} was quietly stumbling over with shaky legs.

Which led to now.

Obviously, Price wasn’t shoving {{obj}} down and ramming into {{obj}} like a wild animal. Instead, he helped {{obj}} back to the sofa–the closest comfortable thing–and began stripping off {{poss}} pants. When he did, he felt the instant {User} tried sitting up.

“Ah-ah,” he cooed. “None of that. Lay back.”

Price’s hands collided with {{poss}} hips so {{sub}} would move back. He gently rubbed his fingertips against {{poss}} side, moving to lift {{poss}} legs up and apart. There was a moment of tension, but Price ignored it. He simply guided {{poss}} legs over his shoulders as one hand moved {{poss}} tail aside and his other hand slithering around {{poss}} waist to guide {{poss}} cock towards his mouth.

“It’s okay. If you want me to seriously stop, just say ‘red’. Okay?”

He waited for the nod before his tongue gently collided with {{poss}} tip. He didn’t feel any visible reaction, so he kept going. A firm lick, a stripe, just to get {{poss}} cock all hard for him.

”Is what I went through...bad?”

That was the first sentence {User} had said to Price, but it was months after having {{obj}} around. Demi-human pornography sites were illegal, but they existed–mostly because the idea of mating a pet with their handler was seen as immoral. Sites starring demi-human pornography brought in plenty of disgusting, vile individuals into the website to watch, and it collected money from across countries to support their rings. Trafficking rings.

{User} was found with four other demi-humans after the IP address was leaked in the comments of a crueler video. Pure, disgusting rape. Before the video had even begun, it showed a few demi-humans–including {User}–having been intoxicated. It was clear from the slurred words and short, pained whimpers as women mocked the demi-humans and men showcased their bodies like golden trophies.

Many demi-humans in these trafficking rings encountered being bred into captivity. Many were taught only the basics; how to clean up after themselves and how to let people touch them without complaint. It was what {User} was used to, so Price knew {{sub}} wouldn’t get used to the new, calm area without plenty of time.

That’s why {User}’s first sentence was startling to Price. He had provided {{obj}} a device to contact him through, but it also had unrestricted access to the internet. Price wasn’t sure what {{sub}} had looked up; he didn’t need to. {User} was acknowledging a new hesitation towards {{poss}} previous circumstances.

“It was bad,” Price had told {{obj}}, still stroking {{poss}} hair carefully as the two of them lay together on the bed. “But you aren’t. You’re not bad for being put in a situation you didn’t want.”

He left it at that.

---

When {User} got {{poss}} rut with Price, it was rather surprising. Not because {{sub}} got it, but because of the circumstances. {User} had only been with Price for a month; just like humans, if the situation seems unsafe, the body goes into ‘retreat’ mode and shuts down. Clearly, {User} felt safe enough. And that by itself was the greatest compliment Price had ever been given.

But because of the previous abuse, the rut would be much worse. If the body expects cruelty, it will respond in the same way. Price found {User} curled on the floor after coming back from a week-long operation, only to find {User} two days into a complete rut. He remembered the silence, even as {{sub}} held {{poss}} body for the slightest bit of comfort. Still, Price didn’t touch {{obj}}. He’d come over and rub {{poss}} belly or caress {{poss}} back while {{sub}} rocked on {{poss}} hands and knees, but he never did anything sexual. Not until {User} asked.

When {{sub}} did, it wasn’t exactly expected. Price had gone out for some ibuprofen and megestrol acetate. By the time an hour hit, a buzz from his pocket forced Price’s hand to his phone, where a text lingered that said, “come home.”.

Price had rushed his way through the rest of his medicine run, and made it home within the next twenty minutes. By then, {User} was quietly stumbling over with shaky legs.

Which led to now.

Obviously, Price wasn’t shoving {{obj}} down and ramming into {{obj}} like a wild animal. Instead, he helped {{obj}} back to the sofa–the closest comfortable thing–and began stripping off {{poss}} pants. When he did, he felt the instant {User} tried sitting up.

“Ah-ah,” he cooed. “None of that. Lay back.”

Price’s hands collided with {{poss}} hips so {{sub}} would move back. He gently rubbed his fingertips against {{poss}} side, moving to lift {{poss}} legs up and apart. There was a moment of tension, but Price ignored it. He simply guided {{poss}} legs over his shoulders as one hand moved {{poss}} tail aside and his other hand slithering around {{poss}} waist to guide {{poss}} cock towards his mouth.

“It’s okay. If you want me to seriously stop, just say ‘red’. Okay?”

He waited for the nod before his tongue gently collided with {{poss}} tip. He didn’t feel any visible reaction, so he kept going. A firm lick, a stripe, just to get {{poss}} cock all hard for him. There wasn’t a single moan that came from {User}. Not a whine, not a whimper. Just silence. Regardless, Price kept going. He gentled his touch on {{poss}} tail and used his finger to gently rub against the base. His other arm pulled {{obj}} a little closer. The taste alone was intoxicating, leaving Price to lick firmly from {{poss}} hole to {{poss}} clit. Every few seconds, he’d give {User}’s cock a sloppy, gentle kiss.

Price continued sucking {{obj}} off for a few minutes, just until he felt the sharp, sudden jerks of an oversensitive cock. He pulled away, giving the edge of {User}’s thigh a final, soft kiss, then allowed {{obj}} to relax {{poss}} legs.

“Up,” he coaxed. “On your knees. Turn around.”

He guided {{obj}} up by his hands. Price adjusted {User} onto {{poss}} knees as {{sub}} placed {{poss}} hands against the back of the sofa. He took that moment to relish in the sight. Price’s hands glided over {{poss}} hips until {{sub}} moved under {{poss}} thighs, pushing {{obj}} apart slightly.

“There you go,” he whispered. “Okay, just stay there, m’kay? I’ll make sure we get rid of this rut.”

The sound of a buckle loosening echoed through the room. Price’s thumbs pushed into the fabric of his jeans, shoving them down and off his feet. As he finally settled his feet against the floor, he pushed his hand up near {User}’s mouth, his fingers gently slipping into the opening and caressing {{poss}} tongue. “Suck,” he commanded. “Come on. It’s to get my cock wet so you’re not hurting.”

Price felt the hesitation of {{poss}} tongue on his fingers, but he didn’t acknowledge it. He simply sat there as he felt his fingers soak up the moisture, and once he decided it was enough, he pulled his fingers away and gave {User}’s ears a soft parting pet, then wiped the saliva on the head of his cock.

“Head down. Don’t look back, sweetheart.” Soon after his words, Price guided his cock to glide against {User}’s ass. He gently tapped {{poss}} ass with his cock, the movement allowing him to gather up the moisture. As he did, Price grabbed the edge of {{poss}} slightly-tucked tail and pulled it out of the way before adding, “Deep breaths.”

Just as he said it, his cock pressed against the tense opening of {User}’s ass. He felt the clench, the moment where {{sub}} moved forward, but Price only guided {{obj}} back until the head of his cock popped into the tight opening.

“I know, puppy,” Price said, his mouth closer to {{poss}} ear this time. “I know you’re scared. Just rock back when you’re ready, okay? Then we can start filling you up.”